Come gather 'around the fire...

[kismet_loop_mods]

Who: Anyone
What: A gathering for the citizens of Haven.  A time to relax and mingle...and a little something more.
When: All day and night of the 14th
Where: Outside of The Hub, and perhaps inside too if you wish.
Event: Not everything is as it seems.  Some of the offerings will cause some...unexpected results.

The Guardians have been hard at work getting the large open street outside of the Hub and Warehouse set up for a massive gathering.  There were tables set up all over the place full of all kinds of food, drink, and fuel.  A large bonfire had been set up in the middle of everything, and various volunteers rotated in and out throughout the day and night playing various kinds of music or providing other types of entertainment.  There would be a constant flow of music, skits, acrobatics, and magic tricks.  The festivities will be held throughout the day.

Not everything would go as planned, though.  There were a few tables among that many that had been set up courtesy of the Miasma.  They go unnoticed with everything else going on.  Really, there is enough for literally hundreds of people of various races, the handful of suspicious tables are easy to miss.  The contents of these tables will have peculiar effects on those who consume the contents offered upon them.  Nothing harmful really, just some effects to further encourage the lighthearted purpose of this gathering.

((ooc: tag in, mingle, have fun.  Effects can last for only the party or through the end of the week, and can be mixed as much as you want.))

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[transitioner]

A cat padded around through the festivities - exploring, observing, interacting as much as those around it would tolerate. Children loved it. Adults were more mixed. The cat took it all in stride.

It wasn't often that it got to observe and enjoy such gatherings as a known participant.

[ye_olde_engineer]

Wheeljack is dancing like a maniac by the bonfire! What fun! Not that he's any good at it, but HEY WHO CARES?

Oh, wait . . . the musicians just finished their set, and he's /still/ dancing. Has he finally lost his mind?

[do_not_meddle]

Rathan is perched on a building overlooking the revelry. He's shapechanged himself down quite a bit in size so he doesn't crush it. Part of his job is to keep the bonfire going, but also he's just enjoying watching the added mania from the offerings on the Miasma-generated tables. Of course the dragon picked up on the magic right away, but he's determined that it's all harmless, regardless of who ingests it. Does he bother to warn anyone, his fellow Guardians included?

Haha, nope. This is far too entertaining to spoil needlessly.

[notyourblueangel]

Thundercracker's sitting at a table in absolute hysterics. Wow, who broke through the now-giggly Seeker's walls to find his sense of humor? The jokes weren't THAT funny, were they?

[thankyou4myheart]

Deckard is off to the side. He's just finished talking to the chief of police, who has turned to some other acquaintances. Deckard himself is now starting to wander through the crowds a bit more, looking for a familiar face.

[hotheadwarmheart]

Lea had heard the announcement about the bonfire party, and thought it might be a good idea to get Jendayi a bit more (supervised) interaction with the others. Besides, who was he to turn down free food and festivities? It sounded like fun.

Thus, after giving Jendayi instructions not to go too far, he strolled along the food tables, gradually filling his plate. Yessir, this party looked like it'd be a good time all around.

[mercury_gaze]

Jendayi kind of teetered around from place to place. That was until she spotted a kitty. She wanted to pet the kitty; could she pet the kitty? Here, kitty, kitty.

She's just going to half stumble over to pet Death now...yes, because this is an amazing idea.

[mercury_gaze]

She's going to trail behind him, also putting food on her plate and glancing around. She's mildly nervous, but nearly everyone she'd talked to had been nice before, so...

[not_a_ghost]

Rathan wasn't the only one that could sense the magic...nor the only one just fine with keeping quiet about it. Sirrah rested beside him, watching the festivities below.

"This should be rather entertaining."

[not_a_ghost]

Sirrah eventually does come down to walk among the party goers. Really, this was all too amusing to keep distant from.

keywords work here, because she's thinking it. XD

[the_earth_laughs]

Irja isn't affected by anything, but TC's giggles draw here. "Oh my," she giggles back. "You seem to be enjoying yourself.

[badboybikerbot]

"Deckard! Hey!"

This familiar face seems to have spotted you first, buddy. Gunmax strolls on over like he owns the place, slinging an arm around the blue mech's shoulders and grinning like a giant dweeb. Yeaaaah Gunmax may or may not have gotten into the happy juice shhhh.

"What's with the serious look, huh? It's a party! Have a little fun!"

Yep. Happy juice.

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

Drift's hanging off to the side somewhere, more content in calmer, quieter areas. He's not really feeling overwhelmed by the party or anything, but for now he's perfectly happy to hang back and people watch.

[the_other_green_seeker]

Jadewing didn't know what was in this energon, but it was good stuff whatever it was. And it was going to his processor faster than Skycutter's bootleg high grade. And here he'd thought this party was going to be boring...

[the_other_green_seeker]

Jadewing made his way over to Thundercracker, looking decidedly unsteady, but not giving a single frag. He found himself laughing along with Thundercracker because... well because it seemed like the thing to do. After a few moments, though, he paused, confused.

"Hey, Thundra... Thundcrack... your name's way too long, ya know that?", he said. "What're we laughin' at?"

[hotheadwarmheart]

"Looks like this'll be a pretty fun party," Lea commented to her, glancing down from where he was trying to decide between two different flavors of boneless chicken wings. The odd thought occurred to him that every chicken in Haven could be descended from Ventus' three hens and the rooster that had borne his name. That was... weird to think about.

But not weird enough to skip out on the spicy wings. He added a few to his plate. "Finding stuff you like?", he asked. "And let me know if you need help reaching anything."

[thankyou4myheart]

Deckard eyes Gunmax for just a moment, trying to determine if he's affected or just being his normal devil-may-care self. Sometimes it's hard to tell. The arm's a little too heavy and the grin too wide to be normal, though.

He's going to have words with the Guardians if this is their idea of making sure everyone has a good time, by sabotaging the offerings. At least there doesn't seem to be anything really harmful (yet?).

He vents air in an equivalent of a sigh. It is really good to see his teammate smiling, though. Considering the hell of the past several weeks and what his brother witnessed and has been trying to deal with. The grin he gives back is genuine. "It's hard to take off the mantle of responsibility, I guess. I see that you're enjoying yourself."

LOL yeah, but probably not for long XD;;;

[notyourblueangel]

Thundercracker pauses to look at who's spoken . . . and explodes anew in raucous guffaws. When he's finally able to get words out, he's pointing at her. "F-flower . . . FLOWER FACE!"

Uh, he's sorry . . . or, well, no, he's not. Yet. But he WILL BE once this is done.

[notyourblueangel]

Thundercracker's own laughter had finally begun to calm into bubbling giggles, but… "PPFFFFFFHAHAHAHA Thuncrack! Tha'z mah name!" He leaned over on Jadewing, hand on the other's shoulder to help keep himself upright on the bench as he fell into new peals of mirth.

[transitioner]

Death is wary, hesitating just long enough to assess that the child is not in any danger of harm from the effect she is currently under. Satisfied that she will be fine, the cat trots to meet her halfway, purring and rubbing her leg.

[fractalize]

In some sad attempt to be social, Elsa decided, sure, we'll go to this outing, and it'll be fun. There will be food, friends, and entertainment, it'll be just like a calm, but properly festive ball back at home. No big deal.

A couple of desserts later, (because she's guilty of missing chocolate cakes that Gerda used to make.) suddenly everything is overwhelmingly...light. Airy. Everything seems like it's going to be alright, and that tonight was going to be more than just a 'normal' outing, no, it was going to be fun, and she was going to make it fun if it wasn't.

And that was only after a couple of petite fours. No one let her near any wine or champagne, or it'll be a winter wonderland by the end of the night. She's already tottering to and fro, her ice heels in her hand (in her hand, not melted away like anyone with coherancy would've thought. They're in her hand.)

[fractalize]

It'd been awhile since she'd seen Jade----since they'd arrived in fact. So she'll be quick to flag him down, innocently intended at first.

"Jade! Goodness, I haven't seen you since we'd arrived, no doubt you've fully recovered?"

[10_20_15_5_50]

“Elsa, hey!” Sam waved, pleased she’d caught sight of the other woman. (Elsa’s decidedly distinctive aura had helped---had, in fact, allowed Sam to spot her amongst the others about.) That she held her shoes should’ve been a red flag, and would’ve, but as an U of A alumnus, Sam had seen her share of shenanigans. In this situation, it didn't seem strange. “How are you?”

[fractalize]

"Sam!" she practically blurts, excited to see her friend and at a party no doubt. With a controlled snicker, she approaches, looking for a spot to set her shoes down so that she might be able to welcome her with a hug. (Mmm, red flag number two.) She set them next to her feet gingerly, and then envelops her friend in a really good, Anna-worthy hug. Pulling away she replies.

"I'm wonderful. I don't think I've been to anywhere feeling so light before! Balls and ceremonies are always so uptight." Controlling her giggling again, she smiles. "How're you? You seem like you've only just got here."

[10_20_15_5_50]

The hug should've been a second red flag, but it's readily accepted and returned---even as Elsa pulls away, Sam claps a companionable hand onto her shoulder. Now that the royal's initiated some friendly physical contact, she'll be on the receiving end of much more---shoulder-to-shoulder, a little light elbowing, etc. The bar's been set, even if another bar's contributed to it.

"I'm glad to hear it! Me? I'm okay." It was an honest answer; she's still disappointed that the ritual she spent weeks preparing can't reach anyone off-planet, but the sting of it's failure is fading. "I've just been circling, since it's a lot to see."