Good Solstice, milliways_bar

[jack_inthegreen]

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.

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[jack_inthegreen]

At the trestle tables, there is plenty to eat and drink.

[jack_inthegreen]

On the dance floor, musicians play merry tunes.

[jack_inthegreen]

There are games to play and races to run.

[jack_inthegreen]

The water in the lake is cool and inviting today.

[fairest1.livejournal.com]

*Snow, Millie and Wade are there, still feeling pretty bad after Svava's departure two days ago. Snow remembers discussing the party with her only a few nights back. They've decided a swim might be best for the moment, and Snow's worn her suit from the lake party. Millie shifts to wolf form, still preferring it to any attempt to learn to swim the 'normal' way. Wade is happy to gust about above the lake, enjoying the wind currents. The refreshing water wakes them up and manages to calm them down sufficiently to start to relax*

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

Puck grins.

"Lovely day for a swim."

However, as he believes nearly every day to be a lovely day for a swim, this assessment may need to be taken with a grain of salt.

[oneman_onevote]

There is an assassin somewhat uncharacteristically in the lake.
Havelock is in the deeper water, practising diving for pebbles and timing himself.

Figures he couldn't just be enjoying himself.

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

Oh, look, now there's an otter darting through the water. Let us hope that otter is not the breakfast of choice for giant squid. Or maybe we should hope that the squid chooses not to tangle with this particular otter.

It snatches the pebble out of Havelock's hand. All work and no play makes for a dull Midsummer's day.

[oneman_onevote]

Havelock surrenders the pebble with good grace.

"It seems unlikely this day will be dull," he remarks, surfacing. "Good morning."

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

Puck follows, shedding the otter form in favor of his more human one.

"True enough," he says, eyes darkening slightly. He flashes Havelock a brilliant smile. "Good morrow to you. Have you enough pebbles yet for a collection?"

[oneman_onevote]

"The lake floor has a seemingly inexhaustable supply," he replies dryly, but Havelock's eyes are fixed on Puck's. Evidently he is not fooled in the slightest.

"Trouble?"

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

Puck narrows his eyes. "Please, let's get straight to the point, Havelock."

He sighs.

"Yes, rather."

[gris_bug_man]

Gil stands off the edge of the dance floor, enjoying the music.

[oneman_onevote]

The assassin smiles slightly at that, but it is humorless.

"Oberon?" He does not expect any other answer, but asks nevertheless.

[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie comes out early with his guitar. The stage is a dead giveaway, so he situates himself and begins playing to the people in the lake and whoever's eating breakfast.

Any excuse to wear a kilt.

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

Puck floats on his back in the water, shutting his eyes.

"He's here."

[oneman_onevote]

Havelock sighs slightly, staring down into the water.

"So soon," he says quietly. "Who else knows?"

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

"I hadn't expected anything else," Puck replies, working to keep his tone conversational as if it has to dogpaddle to stay above the surface of panic. "The walls between worlds thin on this day. He'll seek me out very soon now, I should think."

[oneman_onevote]

He nods.

"I see. Are there any preparations that can be made?"

Havelock already looks like he is strategising.

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

"Run, hide?" he suggests lazily.

One of the problems with strategizing, you see, is that it helps to know exactly what your opponent can do-- and in this case, Puck is no longer sure.

[oneman_onevote]

Havelock tilts his head expressionlessly at Puck.

"If he could follow you here that seems unlikely to help. Will iron affect him?"

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

Puck smiles.

"You're a marvelous comfort," he says. He pauses. "It does, to a point. You could use it against him, though I cannot."

[fairest1.livejournal.com]

*Later in the day, Snow and the twins have finished thier swim and are now dressed, Snow and Millie in simple matching sundresses and Wade in an outfit of similar color. They're beginning to relax more, and are munching contentedly*

[iamnotstorm.livejournal.com]

Sarah had found out how to get home and back easily enough. So she'd gone all out, it was Midsummer's after all, what better reason to get dressed up?

At that moment she was wearing she appeared to be -and probably was- a buckskin dress (from her mother's mother of course, handed down) decorated with beads and quills. She was wearing the tall moccassins from her uniform, since they were comfortable and her hair was held back from her face with a clip that matched her bangles, heavy silver with lumps of turquoise.



(ooc: Responses may be delayed and spotty, as the mun is at work and may have to play the 'I wasn't on the internet while the boss was in a meeting' game)

[gil-whimple.livejournal.com]

Music attracts fauns like moths but this one hovers in the shadows, eyes shining as he watches the dancers. After a moment he raises his pipes to his lips and plays speed and grace to their feet, lightness to their hearts and strength to their limbs... or the pipes do. He's just providing the breath and the delight.