Operation Reignition

[rekindlemods]

Who: Anyone who wants to participate in the event!
Where: Assorted places in and around District 3!
When: Sunday afternoon (the 30th)
Summary: POWER IT UP AND GO SHOPPING.
Warnings: None.

By late morning, it's obvious that there's something going on down by the bridges to District 3. Even if you missed the announcement on the network, it's pretty obvious that something is going to happen; townspeople mill about with interest as people set up tables. Irene and Mai are roaming the area, Mai mostly sticking to the medical teams standing by while Irene organizes the rest of the group. Keener eyes might spy one of the brothers responsible for the network, slipping off into the Third District through gates that stand open, but still guarded against any visitors who might attempt to approach before things are ready to go.

Off to one side, there's a shaded area, tents and a few chairs where visitors can wait to be allowed entry. There's a table full of water bottles and light snacks tucked up against the wall, to fortify you against the heat of the afternoon - and it is warm, and only going to get warmer. The natives seem to have accepted the baking sun as the normal way of things, but be careful that you don't get heatstroke.

At about half an hour past noon, someone brings out a little podium and sets it in front of the gate. Irene climbs up on it, holding a microphone in front of her mouth - her voice echoes from a number of speakers set up through the area.

"Alright, could I have my first group of volunteers over here, please? We've got your instructions ready for you to enter the district."

Looks like it's showtime. Are you ready?

((ooh; Event start! OOC information can be found here and here.))

Comments

[bow_of_the_galadhrim]

That would be best. And I imagine anyone that remains behind now will swarm into the new district once we're done.

[He pauses and then smirks.]

It will give us more time to find a good group to explore with in a few days as well.

[smallspot]

I will ask my friend if he wants to come too! He can show us the part of town his group went into.

[Diarmuid giggles.]

If he pays attention to where anything is...

[bow_of_the_galadhrim]

[Legolas laughs with him, making a mental note himself to remember where he explores. Just in case.]

That will be wonderful. If he can't though, we'll see what we can do about finding a map.

[smallspot]

Yes! Or we can just pick a direction and go!

[Diarmuid excitedly points off in a random direction.]

And only stop once we reach some kind of end. Then we just pick another direction and start again!

[That sounds like a great way to get lost actually...]

[bow_of_the_galadhrim]

[It does. And the way Legolas shakes his head, mildly humored look in his eyes, says that he thinks so.]

And then how will we find our way back so young knights can get their rest?

[smallspot]

Umm...

[Diarmuid tries to think of a good answer to that, but after a few moments he has to give up in defeat and go with his default answer to questions he doesn't know the answer to.]

Magic! We can use magic!

[...]

[bow_of_the_galadhrim]

Magic?

[What?]

Can you use magic?

[He's never met anyone, aside from Gandalf (and assorted Istari) that could do so.]

[smallspot]

Me?

[The boy points at himself and then shakes his head.]

Not unless asking my butterfly to do stuff counts! Father can use magic. So can Druid Roc, but I can't. There are lots of people around here. I just thought someone might come who can!

You can't use magic, Legolas?



(OOC: If RL cooperates, I am hoping to do a log for Diarmuid by the end of this coming week. Would you like me to throw a prompt in there for everyone to go exploring in the 3rd District or would you like to handle it some other way?)

[bow_of_the_galadhrim]

If your father can use it, I would imagine you have the potential to do so as well. Especially with how you ask that butterfly of yours, that's no mundane talent to my eyes.

[Grinning and then the elf shakes his head as well.]

Elves have certain skill in Arts but nothing that would be called magic.

(ooc: That'll work!)

[smallspot]

Is it special? I always just thought I could do it because father made it so I could. Maybe you are right! I will ask him once I see him again. I am sure he can tell me!

[The boy nods to himself as if making a mental note.]

Arts? Like songs and storytelling? Or making things? That is a different kind of magic, but it is magic as well! What kind of Arts are you good at, Legolas?


(OOC: Yay!)

[bow_of_the_galadhrim]

Asking is always a good way to find out for sure.

[Legolas tilts his head, eye falling shut, thinking before shaking his head.]

While we are very skill in those types of arts, we take great joy in them in fact. [Ah, this is hard to explain to not!elves.] I speak of the art of healing or similar skills unique to my kin and I.

[smallspot]

[Diarmuid's eyes grow wide.]

Your people can heal, Legolas? Like true healing? With magic? Not even some of the most skilled Druid's from my home can do that! They all know healing plant lore, but magical healing is limited to a very few.

My father can heal like that. He doesn't do it very often because he has to kiss someone to do it...

[The boy giggles.]

..but that is different. He is a god! So it makes sense he can do things like that.


(OOC: Bitty log is up! Hopefully, the prompt is okay. Feel free to have Legolas reply whenever you feel like it. :-) )

[bow_of_the_galadhrim]

Oh yes, my people are quite skilled with healing. The best healers are those who abstain from combat, who will not kill another. I would not be one such elf.

[Legolas laughs softly with him.]

That's certainly a unique way of healing someone!

(OOC: Awesome!)

[smallspot]

[Diarmuid nods, seeming to understand what Legolas is saying even though it is something of a complex topic.]

Those who focus all their energy on healing are the ones who are the best at it! Causing injury is much different from healing it... Yes, it makes sense fighters would not be as good at healing. But that is okay. Both jobs are important!

My father is a god of love and youth and poetry! It makes sense he heals that way even if it is a little weird sometimes.