EVENT ▸ WELCOME TO HANABIRA

[futurologists]

LAND OF CELESTIAL MOUNTAINS Following guild Ophelia's first mission, after which the temporal shard was found and safely disposed of back on Headquarters, Guild Master Imogen informs them they've received a contract to help ease tensions in a land known as Hanabira, on an unnamed planet designated as Hathaway-484. However, the contract is from a third party and the Hanabirans themselves do not know about interdimensional travel, she explains, so it'll be best to announce Ophelia as visitors from a foreign land. Any strange appearances or abilities will be able to be brushed off as magic, as the Hanabirans are no strangers to things such as ogres and imps. They're given five days to look over the dossier, and then it's through the rift they go. Those who are new to rift travel may find themselves a bit dizzy on the way out, but overall, everything seems to have gone according to plan. Upon arrival, their magitek projects words in front of their eyes that only they can see: Location reached: HANABIRA. No events scheduled. You may wish to survey the surrounding area. » LAND OF CELESTIAL MOUNTAINS A militaristic society that values strength. Main sources of income: mining, foresting, hunting, blacksmithing. Heavy matriarchal ideals. Empress NAMA resides at the HEAVENLY SUMMIT. Those who attempt to reach the Heavenly Summit, which turns out to be the name of a castle situated on the tallest mountain peak, will not make it very far. Empress Nama's guards have no time for foreign strangers attempting to enter the castle without an audience, and there are plenty of them. It looks like that plan of action is going to take some time to rethink. There's still much more to look at, though. In the Merchant's District, you can stock up on everything you'll need to blend in. A cursory look at all the clothing and it's clear that the Mountain Clan style focuses on a more powerful look, with broad shoulder accents and thick fabrics. Both men and women wear kimonos, but it seems men's fashion changes depending on their age and marital status. Time to figure out those backstories! There are several more items for sale as well, as long as you're willing to pay -- or if you're particularly good at sleight of hand. The Commoner's District, derogatorily called the Slums by some, is where many of the lower class Mountain Clan work and live. Those who don't have the coin to buy a space in the Merchant's District sell their wares here; they are at a lower price, but often of lower quality as well, unless you're particularly lucky. This is the most densely populated area of the Celestial Mountains, and also the most egalitarian. Here, both men and women must do the same work to provide for their families. However, you will still find that the prevailing cultural attitude supports the matriarchy. On the other side of town is the Noble's District, which is patrolled by guards on regular routes. Men on their own will arouse suspicion in this area, as will anyone in any garb but the noble disguise. Troublemakers will be asked to leave and unceremoniously escorted out. Those who manage to stay will be able to find conversation with the nobility, many of whom are high-ranking military leaders. The rest of the town belongs to the lower to upper middle class, who are friendliest to women or groups with at least one woman in them. Women's reactions to sole men may range from dismissive to awkward, although men alone are not in any danger of angry or violent reactions (as long as they don't provoke anyone). ▸ SPRING FESTIVAL After a bit of time for exploring, a new message flashes in front of recruits' eyes. New event scheduled: MOUNTAIN CLAN FESTIVAL. » INFORMATION: Analysis of all mentions of 'festival' since the arrival of OPHELIA suggests heavy HANABIRAN presence at this time, during which guild members may wish to gather intel. It appears as though Ophelia has arrived just in time for the Spring Festival, a yearly celebration in honor of the changing of seasons. Plum and cherry trees throughout the Celestial Mountains flower in white and pink blossoms, creating a cheerful atmosphere as the population goes about their daily business during the day. Workers view the flowers during their lunch and tea times, and nobles can be found strolling through gardens in the Noble's District at all times. In the early afternoon, food stalls begin to appear in the Merchant's District, and by the late afternoon, the festival is in full swing: dumplings, noodles, persimmons, and skewered meat are available at various stalls, as well as plenty of sake. Other stalls sell beautifully designed kites, fans, and kimonos, and as the sun begins to sink down, some stalls begin to sell incense-stick fireworks. There are also games to take part in, from the light-hearted collaborative ball game kemari, to an archery competition, the winners of which are rewarded with plums and sake. An old man near the archery competition invites any passersby to join him in a game of Go, and he'll even offer to teach foreigners the rules of the game. There is also a falconry competition for the nobles, but unless you have a disguise, you'll just have to content yourself with watching. With so many people milling around, it's a good time to ask questions and try to get a feel for the political opinions of the people of the mountain clan. They are all in favor of their empress ruling Hanabira, supporting the spread of their traditional culture over the more lax culture of the sea clan. If asked their opinions on how to ensure there is no war, suggestions will range from preemptively killing the sea empress and her army, to banishing them across the sea. It should be noted that the mountain clan is not especially known for their expertise in diplomacy. As the sky darkens, fireworks light up the sky. It's very beautiful, but also very distracting -- the perfect time for something to go wrong. ▸ AN AMBUSH The fireworks are loud, and everyone -- even guards milling around -- are looking skyward toward the display. No one notices the danger until it's too late. A scream pierces the air, and everything after that happens quick and sudden: people are running in all directions, panicked, trying to escape. Stands are knocked over and food goes flying through the air. A merchant struggles to reach her wife, caught across the fearful throng of festivalgoers. It's chaos. As the panicked crowd begins to thin, those of Ophelia who stay behind to help will see the cause -- women wearing clothes of the sea clan and masks covering their faces are laying waste to the festival ground. They begin to set stalls ablaze, and though they aren't targeting any civilians, a handful lay dead or injured, crushed by the panicked stampede. Guards rush in to stop the women, and they could probably use help; they will be trying to capture them, but if your character is killing an ambusher instead, please let the mods know with a link to the thread. For those who aren't the fighting type, there are plenty of other things to do -- direct traffic, try to rescue civilians from the stampede, or go find someplace to hide yourself. Once the immediate trouble is dealt with, the festival unceremoniously ended, the civilians drift back to their homes to begin a restless sleep. If your character hasn't found lodgings for the night yet, they'd better get that matter settled soon. The morning after the ambush, there is tension and unease in the air. The people of the mountain clan mutter about taking revenge or continuing peaceably; the ambush and its effect on their relations with the sea clan is the topic of the day. Was this an attack sanctioned by the Empress of the Crashing Wave? Were these sea people acting of their own volition? Does it matter? The festival grounds could use cleaning up, and tending to the injured can be a good way to ingratiate foreigners (that's you) to the mountain clan. Otherwise, the forests of the Celestial Mountains are open for exploration, or the Flowerlands and its farms below. ▸ OOC NOTES Welcome to the first mission of the season! Apps are now closed and will remain closed until the mission is over. If you have questions about this log or the overall mission, please ask them on the dossier. Questions about Futurology in general should be directed to the FAQ. ▸ The festival and ambush lasts one IC day, after which characters may continue to explore. Areas currently open are the Land of Celestial Mountains or the Flowerlands. The Empire of the Crashing Wave will be introduced in the next log on 3 February. ▸ The Bounty Board is now live, as well as an items page. The February calendar will go live in late January. ▸ January AC will go up on 1 February. You will only need to supply one proof. February AC will require full activity.

Comments

[kisha]

[Joking in and off itself is a concept foreign to Hayame, stern and rigid, devoted to the only path that had seemed likely to give her any dignity in the world she had lived... and a warrior had little use for humor. She doesn’t see it, only glancing back and then to him again, one eyebrow slightly raised.]

There are far easier ways to take an eye.

[... though she did have the confidence to do it even with her tail, if need be.]

[soldiersminute]

[He notices she doesn't say it would be impossible to do. He assumes she's not being cocksure; she could either truly do it or find ways to be creative enough to pull it off.]

True. But easy means are often a luxury.

[kisha]

That would depend on the circumstance.

[She's been to worlds where the enemies were a threat... and those where they were not- but there is little she fears here, in a culture most familiar to her, surrounded by humans. (At least, that is what she thinks.)

But he is Hathaway as well, he must be, to be so pale and blue-eyed here in this nation, and so indulges.]

You are not here for the contest?

[soldiersminute]

Bow and arrow is a bit outdated where I'm from.

[He trusts that she can connect the indirect response to the direct answer.]

Eager to compete yourself though, eh?

[She may lean on stoicism and be harder than most to read because of it, but he assumes her movements earlier were fidgeting related to the contest given the weapon she's carrying. He has a hard time believe it was nervous energy though; excitement or impatience seem more likely.]

[kisha]

[Ah. Didn't that tend to be the answer, with ALASTAIR and now Hathaway? She sizes him up for a moment, but she cannot tell by looks alone, guessing only based on her experiences with the group.]

Rifles, then?

[She's seen far sleeker and lighter things than those of her world, the heavy, single-shot rifles brought across the sea.

Her human half is far more composed, raised by humans and so taught to control that part of herself far better, but her equine half betrays her on occassion... but she will not let it betray why she feels so impatient, slightly unsettled by this, not to a man she does not know, or even one she knows quite well.]

It is child's play, and perhaps the prize will net some degree of respect from these people.

[For the mission. Of course.]

[soldiersminute]

[He nods at the question of rifles, offering no elaboration.]

[Tommy has no reason to question the sincerity of the reason she gives for participating. He certainly is willing to believe in her confidence regarding her skill and it makes sense to use whatever skills available to build something with these people.]

[But Tommy is the sort of person who refuses to only plan for one outcome in any situation. If one assumes that this is a genuine competition to celebrate skill in the sport, it stands to reason that they would respond well to winner regardless of whether or not it was one of their own. But if this is the sort of competition meant to celebrate themselves and not the sport itself? There's still plenty of room for the alternative.]

Or it could result in some resentment.

[Tommy looks off at the other competitors.]

[kisha]

Resentment?

[That only makes Hayame's tail swish a bit irritably, turning her gaze briefly to the line of targets, the group of archers lined up to take their turns.]

All those who fail before such an audience feel shame and envy of the one who pluck it from their grasps. If they have any dignity, they will lose with grace.

[soldiersminute]

Oh, I agree. But there's never any guarantee they will.

[Especially for the ones who have always been at the top. In Tommy's experience, those are the ones that are incapable of losing with grace because they never had to and don't think they ever should.]