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thebastion2015-02-01 02:56 pm
amphibian) wrote in thebastion2015-02-01 02:56 pm
lap eight // day 271 (open) // IT'S PARTY TIME
Who: EVERYBODY
Open: Open
When: 271
Where: In the empty space around the monument!
What:
PARTY MINGLE GO
Format: DO AS YOU PLEASE AND FOLLOW YOUR HEART
Warnings: If anything comes up, put it in the subject lines!
[As everyone wakes up bright and early this morning, it isn't going to be hard to miss what's changed in the empty space around the monument Just in case, though, signs with indicating arrows line the campground where the Bastion's newest guests are staying, reading, in Ura, "This way to the party!"—wait, party?
Oh yes. Anyone Aoi had managed to grab the day before ought to be prepared for this. A great big banner stretched on two poles over the monument reads "Welcome to the Bastion!", written in Ura again; there's a little variation between the handwriting, since Zanya wrote some and Zahi wrote others.
Every last piece of the area that can have something hanging from it does: Zuko's lanterns hang off all the nearby trees, and her streamers, mostly red and sometimes gold, line absolutely everything, including but not limited to all the chairs and tables Ryu got together and helped arrange. Other things you're apt to find everywhere: flowers. Between the Psiioniic, the Disciple, Ghaleon, and Crona, there are more flowers than anyone could ever figure out what to do with. Aoi's best has been done, though: garlands are hung up around furniture, tied around tree trunks, woven through branches, strung between the branches of adjacent trees, wrapped 'round the monument, and so on and so on. A lot of care has been put into making sure they look good instead of just being thrown every which-way.
A few mismatched vases sitting on the tables have some flowers sticking out of them, too—perhaps exactly enough in each to make a flower crown, hmm? There are no party hats, so some improvising will have to be done.
There's all manner of tasty treats placed on all the tables, of course: a platter of picked donuts is to be expected, given Aoi's hand in all this (and thanks to Naegi, there are plenty to go around and they're arranged almost elaborately), but Rin, Zia, and Mirielle have provided all manner of homemade goodies that aren't just Aoi's favorite desserts. Bon's made a cake that Aoi has proudly placed in the center of one round table and surrounded with the rest of the desserts.
Instead of food, one table has a chalkboard propped up on it instead, with a box of colorful chalk beside it. Aoi's already written a small message in the corner—Thank you, everyone! with a smiley face beside it—and doodled a couple of flowers around the edges. The board's five feet long and there's plenty of chalk to go around, so there's certainly room for collaborating on something!
Not far from all the food sits the enormous stack of Legos Aoi purchased at Ibuki's suggestion. Legos. Please keep your shoes on, for the love of god. Some of them have already been arranged to form half the outside of a floor and a chunk of wall up to Aoi's chest so everyone has an idea of what's supposed to be done with things, but there are more than enough to start new projects. On the other side of the monument, closer to the collection of shop buildings than the gazebo, the soccer nets Otoha and Takamura built out of Skyway scraps have been set up (flowers have been woven in and out of the netting, of course). Aoi's brought out not one, but two of the soccer balls given to her during the festival, just in case of a soccer ball malfunction or if the game gets big enough that everyone decides rules are for losers and the only way to play soccer is with multiple things to kick. In the absence of paint, Aoi has decided to use more streamers as field markers.
At the gazebo not far off (naturally, it's covered in streamers and flowers as well), there's a set of speakers and an amplifier ready for use—Ibuki's, of course, and the little note Aoi's written that reads "For Ibuki-chan!" (with the wrong characters for her name, but points for effort) confirms it. Her equipment from Colin has all been set up, too: the spotlights on the top and bottom of the gazebo will shine in all sorts of colors when Ibuki turns them on, and there are some additional bits and pieces to the sound system to help make everything that much noisier. Aside from hanging decor, the space in front of the gazebo has been left empty so that there's enough room to dance!
To the side of the gazebo and just behind it is the unreasonably long rope Shing somehow managed to scrounge up. Like absolutely everything else, it has a chain of flowers wrapped around it. A streamer's been tied around the very center of it in a bow, and hopefully that makes its intended purpose as a tool of tug-of-war obvious enough.
If Aoi has anything to say about it, this is going to be the best goddamn welcome party ever.
Enjoy the festivities!]
Open: Open
When: 271
Where: In the empty space around the monument!
What:
PARTY MINGLE GO
Format: DO AS YOU PLEASE AND FOLLOW YOUR HEART
Warnings: If anything comes up, put it in the subject lines!
[As everyone wakes up bright and early this morning, it isn't going to be hard to miss what's changed in the empty space around the monument Just in case, though, signs with indicating arrows line the campground where the Bastion's newest guests are staying, reading, in Ura, "This way to the party!"—wait, party?
Oh yes. Anyone Aoi had managed to grab the day before ought to be prepared for this. A great big banner stretched on two poles over the monument reads "Welcome to the Bastion!", written in Ura again; there's a little variation between the handwriting, since Zanya wrote some and Zahi wrote others.
Every last piece of the area that can have something hanging from it does: Zuko's lanterns hang off all the nearby trees, and her streamers, mostly red and sometimes gold, line absolutely everything, including but not limited to all the chairs and tables Ryu got together and helped arrange. Other things you're apt to find everywhere: flowers. Between the Psiioniic, the Disciple, Ghaleon, and Crona, there are more flowers than anyone could ever figure out what to do with. Aoi's best has been done, though: garlands are hung up around furniture, tied around tree trunks, woven through branches, strung between the branches of adjacent trees, wrapped 'round the monument, and so on and so on. A lot of care has been put into making sure they look good instead of just being thrown every which-way.
A few mismatched vases sitting on the tables have some flowers sticking out of them, too—perhaps exactly enough in each to make a flower crown, hmm? There are no party hats, so some improvising will have to be done.
There's all manner of tasty treats placed on all the tables, of course: a platter of picked donuts is to be expected, given Aoi's hand in all this (and thanks to Naegi, there are plenty to go around and they're arranged almost elaborately), but Rin, Zia, and Mirielle have provided all manner of homemade goodies that aren't just Aoi's favorite desserts. Bon's made a cake that Aoi has proudly placed in the center of one round table and surrounded with the rest of the desserts.
Instead of food, one table has a chalkboard propped up on it instead, with a box of colorful chalk beside it. Aoi's already written a small message in the corner—Thank you, everyone! with a smiley face beside it—and doodled a couple of flowers around the edges. The board's five feet long and there's plenty of chalk to go around, so there's certainly room for collaborating on something!
Not far from all the food sits the enormous stack of Legos Aoi purchased at Ibuki's suggestion. Legos. Please keep your shoes on, for the love of god. Some of them have already been arranged to form half the outside of a floor and a chunk of wall up to Aoi's chest so everyone has an idea of what's supposed to be done with things, but there are more than enough to start new projects. On the other side of the monument, closer to the collection of shop buildings than the gazebo, the soccer nets Otoha and Takamura built out of Skyway scraps have been set up (flowers have been woven in and out of the netting, of course). Aoi's brought out not one, but two of the soccer balls given to her during the festival, just in case of a soccer ball malfunction or if the game gets big enough that everyone decides rules are for losers and the only way to play soccer is with multiple things to kick. In the absence of paint, Aoi has decided to use more streamers as field markers.
At the gazebo not far off (naturally, it's covered in streamers and flowers as well), there's a set of speakers and an amplifier ready for use—Ibuki's, of course, and the little note Aoi's written that reads "For Ibuki-chan!" (with the wrong characters for her name, but points for effort) confirms it. Her equipment from Colin has all been set up, too: the spotlights on the top and bottom of the gazebo will shine in all sorts of colors when Ibuki turns them on, and there are some additional bits and pieces to the sound system to help make everything that much noisier. Aside from hanging decor, the space in front of the gazebo has been left empty so that there's enough room to dance!
To the side of the gazebo and just behind it is the unreasonably long rope Shing somehow managed to scrounge up. Like absolutely everything else, it has a chain of flowers wrapped around it. A streamer's been tied around the very center of it in a bow, and hopefully that makes its intended purpose as a tool of tug-of-war obvious enough.
If Aoi has anything to say about it, this is going to be the best goddamn welcome party ever.
Enjoy the festivities!]
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She's not sure what to make of the Legos. She would have marked them for children's toys but Aoi seems to want everyone to play with them. Rob must know them from home, with how quickly he's taken to building all this stuff.
"Why are the people green?"
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(As an aside, he is improving under her tutelage. Slowly. Very slowly. But improvement is indeed occurring!)
Rob starts when Zuko speaks, not having noticed her approach due to being engrossed in building a firepit with some animal roasting over it for his little settlement. He looks over.
"'Cuz they're orcs. The humans are the ones in the blue and white."
You mean the ones with pink skin who have been posed as being hacked apart by the "orcs"? Those guys?
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"Orcs?" For someone who's never heard of them, it's not much of an explanation, besides 'not human.' But surveying the scene, she draws the following conclusion:
"Were you at war with them?"
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He shakes his head, realizing that he just assumed that she'd have the cultural knowledge of something that wasn't guaranteed to exist in other worlds in some form. In this case, that's an especially ridiculous assumption to make and he knows it.
"They're from a series of books and games. They're the founding race of the Horde, like the humans are the founding race of the Alliance. They were tricked into going to war with the humans, and even years later the Horde and the Alliance don't get along very well; the humans still remember how the orcs invaded their lands and burned their cities, and the orcs still remember how the humans rounded them all up and put them in internment camps at the end of the war and used them for slave labor. But before the orcs formed the Horde they were a group of clans who hunted game and had shamans who could speak with the spirits of nature and their dead ancestors. They were fairly peaceful and valued their honor highly. They threw all that away during the war, but after they were freed from the internment camps the new Horde they formed went back to as many of the old ways as they could."
He leans back and lifts up the edge of his tank top to reveal the belt buckle he always wears and usually has on display.
"This is the symbol of the Horde, if you were wondering."
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"I'm not sure why you'd invent a history like that for fictional people, but it sounds like you admire them. Balance and honor... aren't bad things to value." As long as you understood what they meant.
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"Yeah, though they can easily be taken to ridiculous extremes. Strength, Wisdom, Honor, Spirits: those are the names of the four valleys in the orc capital. Wisdom is the one that seems to get forgotten the most, but without it any of the other three can get out of hand. Probably why Thrall, the warchief who founded the city, put his throne room in the Valley of Wisdom, to remind everyone of that. ...Course, his successor moved it to the Valley of Strength, which in retrospect should've been a warning sign to everyone, but I guess it proves what happens when you ignore wisdom."
Perhaps surprisingly, Rob begins lowering his guard as he speaks, seeming much more comfortable and natural than he usually is. Midway through he stops focusing on Zuko and resumes building while he speaks, though it's pretty clear he's still paying attention to her, even if he's not constantly looking at her.
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"Are they anything like your own people?"
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"Oh hell no. I'm pretty sure my people could be called the exact opposite of the Horde."
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"I guess you don't really think much of them then."
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That would be a "no".
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He sighs and twirls a long Lego between his thumb, index, and middle fingers.
"Maybe I'm being too harsh, but all too often I feel ashamed to be of the same species as the rest of humanity."
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Actually... "Well. Not quite any of them." Her father is more than welcome to stay dead.
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"So far as I've heard, no one actually saw their world be destroyed. Wrecking this world would take a ridiculous amount of energy, and destroying other worlds at the same time would up the energy requirements to insane levels that shouldn't have let any of us survive. I think it's more likely that what happened was that just the parts of our worlds that we were in got pulled here. Like, this world has a whole bunch of holes in it and it's trying to fill them with something and it's grabbing them from other worlds. The people back home are probably wondering where we are and why there's big holes in the ground."
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Clearly it's not the view that Zuko holds. She's seen too many fragments of other worlds and too many ash statues to hold out much hope. And as much as she'd want his version to hold true, for the sake of all those lives, that's not a pretty picture either. Her nation thrown into disarray without her there to take the throne. The apparent attack on the palace could easily trigger more fighting. There was still her uncle, maybe, but a lot could happen in the time it took him to return home, and he'd have to give up the life he wanted to do it, and do it thinking she was dead.
No, she really doesn't want to think about that either.
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Because whenever he does he starts wondering how long it'll be until everyone just decides he's dead. Or wondering if it's like some of those stories where time doesn't flow at the same rates and when he gets back it's been decades since he disappeared and everyone he knows is dead or doesn't remember him.
Holding this view is keeping him from having a breakdown, but it's still not pleasant.
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