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jack_inthegreen) wrote2005-06-21 04:09 am
jack_inthegreen) wrote2005-06-21 04:09 am
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In the gray pre-dawn light, the man in green has been busy.
There are rows of trestle tables set up by the lake--far from the new grave as well as anything else that might be disturbed by such things--and on the central table he sets up the horn of plenty he carved the day before. Now he lays a hand on the wood and quietly asks the elements around it to fill the horn and assemble themselves, so that there will be plenty to eat and it will all be nourishing and tasty. When he has done this the horn begins to fill and soon food is spilling out: fruit and bottles of wine and loaves of bread and slabs of cold cooked meats and wheels of cheese and whatever else a patron might think to ask for.
At the end of the rows of tables there is a wooden platform, with a small raised stage for musicians and plenty of room for dancers. Jack has found no one to play pipes but no matter, there are still musicians aplenty should anyone wish to dance. And he hopes they will, for what's a celebration without dancing?
Beyond the tables there is a small course set up for races, just a starting- and finish-lines marked off. There is a large rope for tug-of-war, various props like sacks for sack races and spoons for an egg-and-spoon race, and a pitch for bowls and another for playing horsehoes. He thought about playing tossing the caber but decided that might be pushing things a bit, even here.
Farthest from the bar proper is the bonfire, currently unlit. He pauses there and asks the fire within the wood to do no harm to anyone, that there will be no stray sparks or wayward ash to burn.
There is a great deal of magic at Milliways for him to draw upon and soon the party preparations meet with his satisfaction. He blesses the area before he goes back inside for some more rest before the party begins: that no one will be hurt in play or eat themselves sick, that not even a dancer's ankle be turned.
When he is done the morning fog is just beginning to burn off. It's going to be a beautiful day.
There are rows of trestle tables set up by the lake--far from the new grave as well as anything else that might be disturbed by such things--and on the central table he sets up the horn of plenty he carved the day before. Now he lays a hand on the wood and quietly asks the elements around it to fill the horn and assemble themselves, so that there will be plenty to eat and it will all be nourishing and tasty. When he has done this the horn begins to fill and soon food is spilling out: fruit and bottles of wine and loaves of bread and slabs of cold cooked meats and wheels of cheese and whatever else a patron might think to ask for.
At the end of the rows of tables there is a wooden platform, with a small raised stage for musicians and plenty of room for dancers. Jack has found no one to play pipes but no matter, there are still musicians aplenty should anyone wish to dance. And he hopes they will, for what's a celebration without dancing?
Beyond the tables there is a small course set up for races, just a starting- and finish-lines marked off. There is a large rope for tug-of-war, various props like sacks for sack races and spoons for an egg-and-spoon race, and a pitch for bowls and another for playing horsehoes. He thought about playing tossing the caber but decided that might be pushing things a bit, even here.
Farthest from the bar proper is the bonfire, currently unlit. He pauses there and asks the fire within the wood to do no harm to anyone, that there will be no stray sparks or wayward ash to burn.
There is a great deal of magic at Milliways for him to draw upon and soon the party preparations meet with his satisfaction. He blesses the area before he goes back inside for some more rest before the party begins: that no one will be hurt in play or eat themselves sick, that not even a dancer's ankle be turned.
When he is done the morning fog is just beginning to burn off. It's going to be a beautiful day.
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"I look good in everything and nothing, my dear boy. Do come and sit."
He pats a seat next to him that isn't actually there.
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Call him paranoid.
The fact that his seat on the ground gives him a very nice view is entirely unintentional.
He looks up at Loki with a grin.
"So... what's a girl like you, doing in a place like this?"
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And it's a girl sitting in that chair, looking down at him. She smiles and crosses her legs and reaches out a hand to pet down Youji's hair.
"And I'm enjoying the party."
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It takes him only a moment to regain his composure, and then he's once more all charm. Meaning he's his usual hopeless self.
"That's such a useful trick, Loki-sama. Wish you could teach me, some day." He leans against her leg, and wraps one arm casually around her ankle, watching the party going on around him.
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"Perhaps I will. It is rather fun. Now, Youji-san...if you could be anything else than what you are...what would you like to be?"
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No! No angst for you tonight!Youji thinks about the question, staring off into space as one hand gently traces Loki's ankle.
"Oh, there are alot of things I'd like to be, Loki-sama. It'd be hard to choose, really. Besides, there's nothing wrong with me as I am." Liar.
He pauses, considering.
"It might be fun to really be a Balinese, though, not just called one. Everyone likes cats. Free to rub up against anyone I like, have everyone pet me all the time..." he grins. "Not much of a change from right now, really. Or maybe a bird! I've always wanted to really fly, without using machines." And Nagi floating him into walls doesn't count, thank you very much.
"What about you, Loki-sama? Do you every wanna be something you aren't?" Youji realises this is a silly question after he asks it. After all, there isn't anything that Loki can't be. But he lets it stand. Who knows, maybe he might learn something.
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He smiles and looks at Youji.
"Perhaps I'll talk to Freya-sama and see what we can come up with."
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He pauses, thinking about the other person who met who claimed Loki as his.
"Or do you mean David? Did I miss something between you guys?"
Because Youji is nothing if not blunt.
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And her face is utterly blank.
"Another deity. David is...something else. And she is...very understanding."
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"It's a lovely night for a party, at least."
He watches the bonfire (is that Loki over there too? Yay millitime!) and sighs as he continues stroking Loki's leg. It is an infinitely contented sigh.
Youji likes parties.
[ooc:Gomen, Danii-sama... work called. now I must away for home. *pout* slowtime if you like. I tried!]