xistentia | FINAL EVENT: FAREWELL

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FINAL EVENT: FAREWELL

Characters: Ensemble cast!
Summary: The final event in Xistentia is necessarily one of farewells. Characters will be given a forum to decide where they go and with whom, or if they want to be part of the skeleton crew that stays. There is also a lantern festival, mingling Tanabata and the Chinese lantern festival.
Date(s): Month of July
Warnings/Notes: Feels, possibly sexual content, please warn in subject headers!

Farewell

a million billion trillion stars

The Battle Won

Late Sunday evening, a notice goes out across all the daemons. With critical blows struck against D.E.S.T.I.N.Y. during the prison world missions, F.A.T.E.S. is prepared to go into maintenance mode. That means only a skeleton crew of one hundred citizens needs to reside in Xistentia at any given time. The rest of the populace is free to return home. Or...

Destination Forum

Perhaps it's not your own home that you want to go back to.

Hence: the forums.

Public meetings take place at the Citadel, where larger groups and individuals can offer safe harbor for those looking for a fresh start and a new change. F.A.T.E.S. will offer each individual a change of powerset if they so wish to blend better into their new world. Though most of these decisions will be voluntary, a vote of all travelers following majority rules will determine significant changes likely to affect others, such as the nerfing of god-like individuals or weapons, or whether compulsively malicious individuals may be allowed into other worlds at all.

To enforce transparency in a discussion, a truth zone encompasses the gleaming tower, preventing anyone from telling a lie.

However, characters also have the option for private meetings— in which groups of travelers smaller than 5 individuals may be able to negotiate the terms of going to worlds outside the Citadel. This, you may do in whatever informal circumstances you like— from the privacy of a home to the local knockoff British pub. And if you aren't taking your friends home with you, perhaps too, it's time for your own personal good-byes.

D.E.S.T.I.N.Y. Lurks

As for D.E.S.T.I.N.Y., they seem to be gone. There's been radio silence ever since F.A.T.E.S. made their announcement. Any attempt by their Agents to contact them results in static - but not, strangely, in disconnection. It seems they aren't so much defeated as licking their wounds. Make no mistake, D.E.S.T.I.N.Y. will be back. Agents, be ready; this isn't the last you'll hear from them.

Festival of Lights

Such occasion asks for more than logistics; we also have reason to celebrate.

In true Xistentia spirit, the festival that ensues is a mix of traditions from around the multiverse. It all kicks off with a spectacular fireworks show over the city, amid raucous sharing of alcoholic beverages and food aplenty.

From Japan, we have Tanabata, where characters are encouraged to write down their dearest wishes for the future on tags of colorful paper and then tie them to the forest trees. With a little luck, your character will get their heart's desire.

From Thailand, we have Yi Peng, where your characters will send ill feelings, grudges, regrets, and old mistakes up into the air in the form of paper lanterns. It is the tradition of letting go and welcoming in the new. Don't worry about the fire hazard— F.A.T.E.S. has you covered.

And Diwali from India signifies the coming of a new time, a transition. Candles lit and traditions such as decor and sweets represent the victory of light over darkness, good over evil, knowledge over ignorance, and hope over despair.

The Marriage of Vanyel Greyborn & Hanako "Rosie" Nurumi

It's probably a little more slapdash than most weddings people are used to. When the bride had never anticipated getting married and the groom is from a place and time before most wedding customs people are familiar with, maybe it's to be expected. But, just like them, it all seems to come together despite everything. It makes for a beautifully unique ceremony.

The flowers are a mix of Rosa rugosas and Dragon's Tongue. A pink and gold motif that's warm but elegant. It's set at night so that everyone they both care to be there can attend. While not a full moon, Rose's ears are out anyway beneath a veil of matching white lace. It was important to both of them that they marry each other true; that they loved every part of each other and symbolized it in some way on this day.

The vows they exchange are simple but heartfelt. They agree to be bound together, in love, now and forever. Rings are exchanged. It all goes according to plan, which is probably the multiverse giving this particular couple a break after everything else. And while the ceremony is all well and good, it's the reception that most people are likely looking forward to. Everyone is invited to attend this part of the two's union.

By Vanyel and Rose's standards, it's probably pretty tame. They host a giant feast in which most food was provided by the groom himself. The meat of choice is mutton, which just so happens to be the bride's favorite. It was also a show of being able to provide for their future life together. Meanwhile, the alcohol was supplied by the bride so everyone knows its quality. If it's enough to get a demon drunk, it's likely enough to get just about anyone drunk. Non-alcoholic and vampire friendly drinks are provided as well since they want to make sure everyone is accommodated and having a good time.

The reception lasts well into the night and rays of early morning light are creeping up on the horizon by the time its time to wrap things up. All in all, they'd call it a successful event and a high note to end hopefully many people's time in Xistentia on.

Footnotes

Please ensure that threads are marked with appropriate content warnings!
The original announcement with some other details is here.
You are loved. Farewell!

Threaded | Flat

i. Wedding

[ It's time to leave. Rafa feels it, has been feeling it ever since the announcement. It tingles through him like an itch, a need to be away from here and be home again. He might have gone already, except...

Except that he couldn't miss the wedding. He couldn't miss seeing Rosie and Vanyel's day, because he expects it'll be the last time he'll see any of them. He dresses in his best suit, the nicest one he's been able to find here. He can be found at the reception with an alcoholic something in his hand, but he isn't drinking much. ]

It was a nice ceremony. [ He says, in passing, to those around him. ] Have you seen the bride?

ii. Closed to Vex

[ This takes some working up to. Rafa means to go for days, and puts it off and off, until finally he can't anymore. It's the morning before he's planning to leave, meaning he appears on the beach in his sunglasses. Wearing them has been a rare event since he got burned in Panultima, but necessity makes an excellent motivator. He's at the door, but even so, he sends a text instead of knocking. ]

vex, i need to see you

[ Then, a second later: ]

please.

iii. Closed to Kavinsky

[ That seem evening, shortly after sundown, Rafa arrives at Kavinsky's place. This time he does knock, but he climbs to his fledgling's bedroom window to do it. When he catches his attention, he gives him a bright smile, and a cheerful wave. ]

Kavinsky! Let me in, there is something I must say.

[ Do it now or he'll start calling you Joseph!

iv. Festival of Lights

[ Finally, before he leaves, Rafa can be found around the festival. Diwali, Tanabata, Yi Peng. Some he's never even heard of before. He goes around them all, anyway, trying to take in as much as he can. His wish is written on a page that he shows to no one, but he might tell it to you as he ties it to the trees.

After that he moves through the streets, taking everything in, watching lanterns fly. He feels strangely sad, and yet it doesn't at all change his eagerness to go. It's not quite the deadline for leaving, but he's made the decision anyway. If he knows you, and sees you while he wanders, he'll stop you with a gentle touch and a smile. ]

I will be gone tonight. Now is the only time left for goodbyes.

v. CREATE YOUR OWN

[ Prompt Rafa! I'm available on plurk for plotting at halfbloodly ]

i. Wedding

[ Wyatt can be found mostly on the dance floor. He has no particular skill with this, but he'll grab hold of anyone who's willing and swing around the place with them. He's also more than pushing drunk at this stage, despite his werewolf metabolism making that almost impossible. He's going to miss these drinks. You're the lucky person whose arm he grabs hold of and pulls close to him. ]

Hey! Can I steal a dance? Let me steal a dance, we'll probably never see each other again!

ii. Festival

[ Wyatt sits on the ground, legs crossed, at the base of one of the wishing trees. He has a piece of bright orange paper on his lap and a pencil in his hand, but the paper's blank and he's just staring at it, frowning. ]

What do you even say on these things? I think we just saved the goddamn world, feels stupid to wish for a fruit cake.

[ Or any kind of cake. Or anything, really, is his point, because haven't they already done the thing they were trying to do? They just saved all their homes and families, and now they can go back. What's left to want? Wyatt's not really the kind of person who wishes for things, anyway.

In the end, he writes: ]

whats up fates! thanks for all the good times. don't take it the wrong way but i hope i never see you again.
peace out!
- your friendly neighborhood wyatt

[ He holds it up, considering. ]

You think that works? I mean it's not a wish, but...?

iii. Closed to Ignacio

[ Wyatt knows they're leaving. He's gotten the summons from Hunter, and he knows there's nothing more to say about it. It's just that there's something he needs to say, to a person in particular. He wakes up beside Ignacio, head on the vampire's chest, and he sits up to look at him. He waits until he sees his eyes open, and then he smiles. ]

Hey. So, we gotta talk about a thing, Iggy. It's important.

iv. CREATE YOUR OWN

[ Prompt Wyatt! I'm available on plurk for plotting at halfbloodly ]

festival of lights;

[everything starts with a bang-- fireworks and alcoholic drinks alike. this may be the last time he ever sees some of these people, so kurt will not hesitate to enjoy himself. not excessively, of course, but if your character approaches him while he's watching the bright bursts of light in the sky and they're up for it, he may offer sharing a farewell beverage.

aside from those festivities, he'll partake in the tanabata, filling out pretty paper slips and hanging them in trees, participate in yi peng by sending lanterns into the sky and be devouring as many sweets as he can for diwali.

regardless his location, the teleporter is enthusiastic and wholeheartedly involved with everything, curiosity running rampant.]

festival of lights (pt 2, closed to kavinsky);

[the last time they were both on top of the citadel, things hadn't quite gone according to plan. it was his own fault, really, letting himself be taken over and acting a fool like that. he didn't mean for things to happen the way they did, which is exactly why he's taken initiative this time, planning a small picnic of his own.

it's even similar to the one kavinsky had planned some time ago (right down to the adorable little fake flame space heater), but with less actual food and more candy and alcohol. he's not all that hungry, the unceasing fluttering in his belly makes it almost impractical when actual food comes into discussion.

his clothes are far more modest, too, for rosie and van's wedding. kurt never knows how joseph will react when it comes down to the wire, although he has a feeling what he's planning on surprising the fledgling with will really shock him.

and so, he waits for him, sitting with his legs dangling over the roofs edge while he rolls paper slips between his hands.]

wedding;

[he's quiet throughout the whole ceremony, smiling and wholeheartedly teary-eyed. everything just seems so perfect for both of his friends; he's truly happy for them and the happy ending they (somewhat) get. vows exchanged and flowers tossed, there's an eruption of applause and cheering, which kurt doesn't hesitate joining in on.

once the reception comes around, nightcrawler helps himself to too much food, warily avoiding the drinks at first. as time goes on, though, he has some of the lesser fueled drinks, until he's tiptoeing that line of sweet buzzing sensation and maybe a little too inebriated, the tie of his outfit hanging loose around his neck.

should someone ask him to dance, sing or take part in other activities, he'll go along without hesitation. there's no telling how much longer they all have together and he's determined to make their last moments together perfect.]

wildcard;

[ooc: hit me with something of your own! thanks for being such wonderful people and giving an awesome game a chance!!]

Edited 2018-07-19 00:35 (UTC)

wedding (closed to vanyel);

[ It was a beautiful ceremony. It was... everything she wanted. More. It still doesn't feel real, in some ways. It's a surreal sensation of everything feeling changed and simultaneously the same.

Also, they still have to discuss... ]

So, this is it?

[ She sounds like she doesn't want it to be but they both know what this good-bye means. Despite the fact that they just got married, despite the two years together, despite everything- They might be parting ways soon. Not forever, of course, but it feels invetiable in a hopeless sort of way.

Her fingers clutche to his shirt tighter. She refuses to cry at her own wedding. ]

wedding (ota);

[ The bride can be found all over during the reception. She's dancing with whoever desires it. She's singing a melancholy-sounding song at some point where she's between tipsy and drunk.

She's also stuffing her face with cake so, like. Catch her in the midst of that if you want to be real awkward. It's all fair game! Anything that happens, she'll be nothing short of jovial. It's a completely joyous occasion.

And for the most part, she genuinely believes her own lie. ]

closed to kenzi;

[After she went back to being herself, Barclay had been incredibly grateful. Any outstanding notions he might have had left about the benefits of a traditional woman with conservative sensibilities had been soundly blasted out of his mind by the sheer frustration of seeing his dear beloved pack her trunk and refuse to so much as squeeze his hand. A year ago, the end of the world had indeed been terrifying, back in eudio. But the fear that gripped his heart as she turned her corseted back on him and her heels clicked as she walked away— that had been something different entirely.

And now the world is healed. In fact, all three of the prospective worlds are healed— Eudio, but also her home peopled with faeries, and his with anachronistic toilets and antibiotics not yet invented.

The two of them are currently at their wide, glossy dining table. Above them, beach sunlight shines in through tall lighthouse windows. They're making this decision together-- this very serious, very important decision. And thus naturally: there is a huge plate of cheese and meat on the table, quite a few bottles of wine, and currently, his head is planted on her lap.] We can rule my homeworld out, [he proposes.] Nothing for me there. Not unless you particularly want to experiment with very old-fashioned latrines.

wedding, open;

[It's a beautiful event. Maybe it even gives Barclay ideas of his own, for some remote and far-off someday, with Kenzi. Maybe someday.

But today, he is here in the now. Clutching a cup of vodka, laden with ice, and leaning on a tree that has already begun to shed bits of slightly bioluminescent bark on his frock coat. He's pleasantly buzzed, and happily watching Kenzi flit from cluster to cluster of warm-spirited conversationalists from afar.

At some point, though, he does recognize that he's being a touch asocial, and pulls himslf off the tree with a shrug of shoulders and a tiny shimmer of falling vegetable dust. He's by you in a moment, his cup tipped expectantly over yours.] Another sip and I'll be laid out on the lawn, [he says.] Do you care for it?

Threaded | Flat

Rafa | OTA

Wyatt | OTA

kurt wagner [nightcrawler] ❧ ota (+ one closed prompt)

rosie-dear | closed + ota

barclay odell ⛵ ota + closed;