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[OPEN] FLOWER FESTIVAL
Who: Open Log (All)
Where: Point-à-Tarte
Summary: A festival of flowers.
Warnings: N/A
At Point-à-Tarte, at the edge of the largest park in Eddan, booths that have been worked on for the past week are finally being opened to the public. Colorful banners decorate every single tree and and even the dullest of areas are covered up in the most creative of ways.
The booths themselves have everything one could hope in a flower festival, from mountains of flower crowns and necklaces being given to every resident of Eddan for free to the flower-shaped candy to the city-approved businesses touting the latest and greatest of the upcoming flower technology. New flowers, some supposedly glowing under UV light and others made to look like galaxies, are being sold at eye-popping prices.
The food, as always, is delicious and fresh, with early spring greens and even flowers themselves being added to salads. The only negative to the entire festival (if one can call it that) are the giant counters displaying the remaining time before sunset that serve as a reminder of Eddan's strange nature.
Sunday's opening sees the release of over ten thousand 'floating' seeds into the wind, a promise from the city to continue to make Eddan the greenest city in the entire world. Each person coming to the festival is given tulip bulbs in a variety of colors to be taken home.
The mayor takes time to speak about the recent string of murders and assures the people that they city shall continue to be vigilant to make sure that its citizens are kept safe. This is greeted with cheers from most of the population. Even the rainy weather doesn't keep such a happy day down!
An hour before sunset, the opening ceremonies close with a fireworks show. Due to the fact that they must be released only during the day, the explosive components have been changed as to give the night varieties a run for their money.
As the bright lights fill the sky, those soon-to-be-Awakened may have a flash of a memory from their past lives, such as a happy moment they spent with someone close to them or a moment of glory. This will soon be drowned out by ringing in their ears. For a few, brief seconds, they may notice figures close by glow oddly, their forms becoming distorted, but before they realize what has happened, blinking returns their vision to normal.
The headache, however, lingers until bedtime.
Royal Mount opens its WonderWorld Park to the public on Monday. For its opening week during the festival, the rides are all free.
Green Valley Organizes a flower judging contest for the various schools on Wednesday. Students are asked to present their most beautiful and unique flowers. Flower arrangements are also judged and with prizes evaluated at over 20 000 Macca, the stakes are high!
Eastmount offers rides in flower-shaped carriages driven by mechanical horses that could almost pass off as the real thing. (Though it is only the latest technology, thus keeping the entire thing animal cruelty free!)
The Giant Float Parade on Friday afternoon travels around the vast forest of Point-à-Tarte. Each school has been encouraged to enter its cheerleaders and theater productions into the parade. The Flower King and Queen greet visitors at the very end, throwing little presents for the children.
The festival continues until Saturday Nightfall. The schools visit the festival in turn, sometimes for education courses about the various flowers and trees that dot Eddan's landscape, sometimes to show off flower and plant-based sculptures that the various clubs have worked hard on.
Where: Point-à-Tarte
Summary: A festival of flowers.
Warnings: N/A
" Ah... the Festival of Flowers while a dreadful deadline looms! Enjoy what normal life you may have left...soon you may long for the return of these simpler times..."
A week of celebration (General Prompt)
At Point-à-Tarte, at the edge of the largest park in Eddan, booths that have been worked on for the past week are finally being opened to the public. Colorful banners decorate every single tree and and even the dullest of areas are covered up in the most creative of ways.
The booths themselves have everything one could hope in a flower festival, from mountains of flower crowns and necklaces being given to every resident of Eddan for free to the flower-shaped candy to the city-approved businesses touting the latest and greatest of the upcoming flower technology. New flowers, some supposedly glowing under UV light and others made to look like galaxies, are being sold at eye-popping prices.
The food, as always, is delicious and fresh, with early spring greens and even flowers themselves being added to salads. The only negative to the entire festival (if one can call it that) are the giant counters displaying the remaining time before sunset that serve as a reminder of Eddan's strange nature.
Opening Ceremonies (Special Prompt)
Sunday's opening sees the release of over ten thousand 'floating' seeds into the wind, a promise from the city to continue to make Eddan the greenest city in the entire world. Each person coming to the festival is given tulip bulbs in a variety of colors to be taken home.
The mayor takes time to speak about the recent string of murders and assures the people that they city shall continue to be vigilant to make sure that its citizens are kept safe. This is greeted with cheers from most of the population. Even the rainy weather doesn't keep such a happy day down!
An hour before sunset, the opening ceremonies close with a fireworks show. Due to the fact that they must be released only during the day, the explosive components have been changed as to give the night varieties a run for their money.
As the bright lights fill the sky, those soon-to-be-Awakened may have a flash of a memory from their past lives, such as a happy moment they spent with someone close to them or a moment of glory. This will soon be drowned out by ringing in their ears. For a few, brief seconds, they may notice figures close by glow oddly, their forms becoming distorted, but before they realize what has happened, blinking returns their vision to normal.
The headache, however, lingers until bedtime.
Weekly contest (week prompts)
Royal Mount opens its WonderWorld Park to the public on Monday. For its opening week during the festival, the rides are all free.
Green Valley Organizes a flower judging contest for the various schools on Wednesday. Students are asked to present their most beautiful and unique flowers. Flower arrangements are also judged and with prizes evaluated at over 20 000 Macca, the stakes are high!
Eastmount offers rides in flower-shaped carriages driven by mechanical horses that could almost pass off as the real thing. (Though it is only the latest technology, thus keeping the entire thing animal cruelty free!)
The Giant Float Parade on Friday afternoon travels around the vast forest of Point-à-Tarte. Each school has been encouraged to enter its cheerleaders and theater productions into the parade. The Flower King and Queen greet visitors at the very end, throwing little presents for the children.
The festival continues until Saturday Nightfall. The schools visit the festival in turn, sometimes for education courses about the various flowers and trees that dot Eddan's landscape, sometimes to show off flower and plant-based sculptures that the various clubs have worked hard on.
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Oh, it's Morgan. False alarm.
"Of course! When it comes to those worthwhile, I will always lend an ear!"
The statement rings hollow, overlapping with a memory from earlier in the week, but Morgan doesn't get to see her face twist. Isabelle's already faced away to pull out another flute glass. By the time it's being poured, the expression is back to that schooled smile of condescension she wears like a war banner.
"I hope you didn't set off the silent alarm again," paired with an exhaled laugh as the glass is topped off. White, so either White Zinfandel or Riesling, a good day or a bad day. With the celebration, it should obviously be the Zinfandel. (It's not.) "The last time it led to us getting caught. I'm not feeling up for our beloved principal's complaints, even for you."
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Quickly scanning the stage, littered with discarded costumes, half-constructed backdrops and... was that a frilly pair of panties in the corner?, Morgan chose to perch, one knee to the chest, on a sturdy-looking prop -a roman column? How surprising. Did Isabelle get bullied into teaching Julius Caesar after all? She had been soadamant that no Shakespeare was to be performed on her watch.
Leaning forward towards the other teacher, a coy smile on rosebud lips : "Don't worry so much. You know if we get caught, I'll get off scot-free."
Morgan continued, in a comically gruff voice, "Now, miss Thanisch, why do you keep on dragging poor innocent Miss Leigh into your terrible schemes! You know alcohol is not allowed on the premises!"
Laughing, Morgan extended an arm and reached for the glass, slender manicured fingers wrapping around its stem. The bottle that Isabelle had poured from was a bottle of Riesling. To sweeten a bad day. The laughter stopped. A frown replaced it.
"Riesling... What's bothering you, Isabelle?"
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Kind of went from 'scolding teacher' to 'transylvania' near the end, but the whole point of these little get-togethers is to just be ridiculous with it. And Morgan always understood that. It's wonderful having someone who knows you that well. She's halfway through the normal questions, 'usually the visit is at her house' and 'what terrible thing happened to bring you to her hive of scum and villainy dear Leigh~', but Morgan gets there first.
The universe skips a beat, reality speeding to a slow throb, and the bottle of Riesling is set out of view without Isabelle even being aware of it. There is the downside of having someone who knows you that well. The smile doesn't change at all, but the eyes on her glass sharpen the slightest bit. What's bothering her? If only it were that easy to say.
"Haha, I just felt like it today." The wine glass is swirled, downed, gestures to Morgan with it, "Today has been wonderful."
Only today.
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A slight snarl of distaste curls Morgan's lips. "I've always thought his motives were suspect. He's hoping to corrupt sweet lovely Miss Leigh himself, the dirty old man."
White wine swirling in a glass, glittering under the stage lights. "What a surprise he would get..." muses Morgan, lost in thought.