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EVENT: Holiday
Oct. 18th, 2014 08:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
masked_ones[Oh look, current visitors to The Piazza! Beginning at about noon, you may have noticed a larger number (or a more conspicuous number) of Masked Ones about. They've been tidying and moving tables and chairs around, and even brought out a long picnic-style table, which they then covered in a cheerily checkered tablecloth.
At one point, they began to bring out bunches of brightly-colored balloons on strings, tying them to tables, chairs and potted plants, and putting up similarly colored streamers around the building structures and even around the Great Fountain.
Around five o'clock, however, they all seemed to disappear at once, perplexingly. Normally there are one or two hovering around, sweeping or bringing drinks or gardening, or just standing about waiting to be useful somehow. One would think their inactivity would be comforting, but somehow the Piazza has an oppressive, empty air without them.
But at six on the dot, a large number of Masked Ones file out of one of the buildings, carrying enormous platters of delectable food. Roasted meats and pizzas and sandwiches, tureens of soup and saucier items, freshly-baked breads, servers of vegetables of every type and flavor, exotic fruits both candied and fresh, towering trees of little pastries and cakes. Food both simple and elaborate, everything looking mouth-wateringly scrumptious. After arranging this food on the long table, buffet-style, most of them line up around the outside of the Piazza.
It's at this point you might notice that they each have a single balloon tied onto one of their wrists with a brightly-colored ribbon.
One of the Masked Ones approaches the podium, as a pair of two others ties a sash of bunting onto it. As they step back, it is revealed to read the word HOLIDAY. The Masked One at the podium (it has a Pink balloon) opens its hands wide, to address The Piazza at large. Aren't we lucky!]
Joyous Holiday!
We provide a Holiday Feast to you. Indulge!
[the Masked One slowly gestures, open-palmed, to the table of wonderful food. It then slowly turns back to the podium.]
A Celebratory Moment for you all. Don your traditional Holiday Costumes and sing the many traditional Holiday Songs! Perform Holiday Festivities! We beseech you.
Experience Cheer, for Holiday! It is now! Will you?
[The Masked One pauses for a moment, raising its palms to the sky. After a few seconds it seems to believe it has made its point, and slowly shuffles away from the podium, to take its place once again amongst the many, who are now beginning to help serve punch and food, and even some bringing out board games, activities, and even what appears to be a piñata in the shape of some sort of unfamiliar animal.
Apparently it's a holiday! Have fun...?]
((This post is open to all, and will be active as long as people continue posting to it. The Masked Ones have slightly misunderstood exactly what "holidays" mean, but they're trying, out of the goodness of their... whatever they have that acts as a heart, so nothing they have provided is actively harmful to anyone, magically. Because bringing harm is actively against the tenets of Holiday. Or something. Go nuts!))
At one point, they began to bring out bunches of brightly-colored balloons on strings, tying them to tables, chairs and potted plants, and putting up similarly colored streamers around the building structures and even around the Great Fountain.
Around five o'clock, however, they all seemed to disappear at once, perplexingly. Normally there are one or two hovering around, sweeping or bringing drinks or gardening, or just standing about waiting to be useful somehow. One would think their inactivity would be comforting, but somehow the Piazza has an oppressive, empty air without them.
But at six on the dot, a large number of Masked Ones file out of one of the buildings, carrying enormous platters of delectable food. Roasted meats and pizzas and sandwiches, tureens of soup and saucier items, freshly-baked breads, servers of vegetables of every type and flavor, exotic fruits both candied and fresh, towering trees of little pastries and cakes. Food both simple and elaborate, everything looking mouth-wateringly scrumptious. After arranging this food on the long table, buffet-style, most of them line up around the outside of the Piazza.
It's at this point you might notice that they each have a single balloon tied onto one of their wrists with a brightly-colored ribbon.
One of the Masked Ones approaches the podium, as a pair of two others ties a sash of bunting onto it. As they step back, it is revealed to read the word HOLIDAY. The Masked One at the podium (it has a Pink balloon) opens its hands wide, to address The Piazza at large. Aren't we lucky!]
Joyous Holiday!
We provide a Holiday Feast to you. Indulge!
[the Masked One slowly gestures, open-palmed, to the table of wonderful food. It then slowly turns back to the podium.]
A Celebratory Moment for you all. Don your traditional Holiday Costumes and sing the many traditional Holiday Songs! Perform Holiday Festivities! We beseech you.
Experience Cheer, for Holiday! It is now! Will you?
[The Masked One pauses for a moment, raising its palms to the sky. After a few seconds it seems to believe it has made its point, and slowly shuffles away from the podium, to take its place once again amongst the many, who are now beginning to help serve punch and food, and even some bringing out board games, activities, and even what appears to be a piñata in the shape of some sort of unfamiliar animal.
Apparently it's a holiday! Have fun...?]
((This post is open to all, and will be active as long as people continue posting to it. The Masked Ones have slightly misunderstood exactly what "holidays" mean, but they're trying, out of the goodness of their... whatever they have that acts as a heart, so nothing they have provided is actively harmful to anyone, magically. Because bringing harm is actively against the tenets of Holiday. Or something. Go nuts!))
