nexus_crossings | Bringing in Spring with a worthy revel

Bringing in Spring with a worthy revel

[With the changing of seasons, many Nexus visitors are very happy to see the snow melt away and life returning to their beloved home. Spring is here!

It appears overnight: a large pantheon in the center of the Nexus forum, and once can only guess how such a great building was erected without anyone noticing. Atop the Patheon are two golden thrones, adorned with gemstones of great value. No one seems to be sitting there, but they seem to hold a great deal of importance to the cloaked humans who guard the Pantheon entrance.

The land in front of the Pantheon is paved with smooth, old stones in the shape of a large circle. Lush flowers and grass grown along the outskirts of the cropping, full of beautiful and exotic plants. Truly the host of this revel wants even nature to bend before their whim.

On the left and right sides of the sides of the circle are two long marble tables, where different food and drink await those who enter. Freshly cooked meat. Ripe fruits and unsullied wine. Whatever your heart desires, be it simple or sweet, you will be hard pressed to not find it on one of the tables. Near the tables is also a large group of tents, adorned with many plush chairs and sofas for those who like to relax while indulging.

The center of the circle has a large bonfire pit, carved of fine stone, lit with a brilliant (almost unearthly) red fire. Comforting to those seeking warmth or invigorating to the souls of the weary: it carries an important symbol for the revel: let your soul burn as hot as the flames inside. Which, to the satyr, it means that everyone present should be partying and indulging with one another. There seems to be plenty of space for dancing and socializing alike, whatever your preference may be.

The entrance into this festivity is monitored by a group of half-human, half-goat satyr. They don’t seem to be picky about who gets let in, assuming you’re not here to ruin the fun, but it would be wise to check it with them first. This is a masquerade-style party, so all of the guests need masks.

But there can’t be anything possible wrong with such a wonderful party, right? Perhaps things are not all as they seem….]

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Even with a mask on Hazel's hair tends to give her away rather quickly even at a revelry like this. It's Caspar she recognizes first, though the shorter woman next to him can only be Miss Adia in tow. She thinks back to Reynard's reaction toward her, something that doesn't seem to fit at all with the care she had showed for the Winter spirit's well being.

She should at least say hello and let her know she delivered the message. But probably not linger given Caspar's opinion of her.

"Caspar, isn't it?" She says it in the same tone she called him 'Sir Scorpion' in before, as it's the name Hazel has given him in her head. But she rather doubts Adia knows much about that side of him and it would be rude to say as much with Adia right here. "And Adia? Am I right? Good day to you both."

At the sound of his name, Caspar turns to regard Hazel with an inherently suspicious gaze. It may be a revelry, but the man's posture is as stiff as the metal mask upon his face. Almost immediately, he recognizes her, and that wary look does not relent, although it doesn't seem to be entirely directed at her, as his eyes dart about the crowd, only resting on her again when he confirms that she's alone.

Then again, Reynard would rather choke on his own vomit than celebrate Spring, so there's no reason to suspect that he'd be at this festival. "Hazel." He nods smoothly in greeting. "Fancy running into you here."

The young woman by his side is indeed Adia. Although the flowery mask hides part of her face, it cannot hide the way nervous way she plucks at the ribbons that bind it, as though unsure of whether to leave it on or not. Caspar's arm, already around her waist, rubs gently at her hip, a soothing gesture. "H-hi, Hazel," she chimes in, her voice soft and uncertain, but friendly enough. "I like your mask."

The Autumn spirit is indeed here alone, taking in the atmosphere of another seasonal gathering much like she had Winter's. She approaches the couple with a small smile by way of greeting.

"I shouldn't think it would be too surprising that I would be here. Paying homage to the seasons is important all year, after all." There's the slightest hints of a teasing lilt to her voice but it drops when she regards Adia again. No matter how much Hazel tries to understand Reynard's reaction, there doesn't seem to be anything duplicitous or wrong with the woman.

"Thank you very much Adia. I feel yours both suit you quite well. It's been a long time since I've attended a festival like this."

She says that it shouldn't be surprising, but Adia looks a little surprised anyway. Maybe she's spent too much time around a certain Winter spirit who bad-mouths the other seasons. Although he's never said a harsh word about Autumn. Lucky for Hazel.

Caspar seems less fazed. He remembers the conversation he had with Hazel about her current "mundane" job blending in with humans. "Thanks," he says, in reference to his mask. "Apparently they're mandatory."

"It reminds me of our festivals back home," Adia pipes up, sounding a little less nervous. "The architecture, mostly..." She glances over at the pantheon, a nearly longing expression on her face. She had been granted entrance, but common sense begged her to stay away. Her life had been entwined enough with Gods and spirits, she's better off avoiding another tangle.

"The Gods are different," Caspar says plainly. "Except for Dionysus."

Not yet anyway.

It's only a matter of time before he and Hazel have one of their fights in the Nexus though. Their bickering is nigh constant. The spirit gives Caspar an amused twitch of her lips before tapping her own as if to confirm that she's also only wearing one because it's mandatory.

"You have festivals like these? Grand things dedicating tribute to the ah...the Gods?" For as long as she's been alive Hazel's never seen any sign that the gods were real. It doesn't make it impossible, but this is the Nexus. Many things that aren't possible elsewhere are here.

"It's a bit of a nostalgia trip for me, though we didn't have actual satyrs at any celebration I've ever attended. That is quite new."

"Yes," Adia replies, although there is a hesitance in her response, and she catches herself looking over at the Pantheon again. The building has some strange pull on her attention, although to be fair, it does seem to overshadow the revelry grounds, both in size and significance.

Shaking her head a little to break her gaze, she adds quietly, "Our festivals were usually religious in name only. There'd be prayers and offerings, but it was... symbolic? No one took it literally, at least not on Leonis." What a simpler time that was for her, when there was no evidence to counter her quiet agnosticism.

"No satyrs for us, either," Caspar interjects. He was willing to stay quiet about the gods, but there is a wrinkle of irritation at these hairy goat men. "I hope they aren't planning on living up to the myths we have of them."

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"Are they bad creatures in your stories?"

Hazel tilts her head to the side and tries to remember. She's forgotten more mythos and lore about all manner of things than exists in the Great Library in the millennia she's been alive. She doesn't have anything coming to mind about satyrs though aside from 'goat people' and for some reason 'Danny Devito' but that last part might not be totally right.

"I don't remember the details of the stories people told on Earth. I didn't travel down toward Greece or Rome."

"We aren't from Earth," Adia replies, intercepting Caspar before he can get going on an anti-satyr rant. "Not originally, anyway. Human life originated on a planet called Kobol in my universe and then spread to the Twelve Colonies. But our religion is eerily similar to Greek and Roman mythology."

She shrugs apologetically. It's an easy assumption for most people to make when they first meet her. Even though she lives on Earth now, she does not want to abandon her heritage.

Caspar patiently waits for her to finish explaining before answering Hazel's question. "They're creatures of lust," he tells her. "They get drunk and chase women around." His casts a suspicious glance towards the nearest frolicking satyrs, but so far their behavior has been G-rated. He keeps his arm around Adia anyway, in case any horny goat-men decide to make some mischief. "Not my kind of party."

"I see. But you're human. Genetically the same as other humans originating from Earth? That's an incredible thing. And to have similar mythos too."

Hazel's eyebrows furrow slightly though. A trace of confusion flits across her face.

"What's a colony? Was that another place on Kobol?" The only colonialism Hazel knows is the kind humans did to each other, after all. Earth's history has a long tradition of it over the centuries.

Caspar's assessment of the satyrs though makes her snort just a little bit.

"I'd like to see them try. It doesn't sound too dissimilar to the sorts of things men get up to all on their own though. Just smaller and more puntable."

What should be an obvious statement of fact earns an odd look from Adia and Caspar -- or rather, an odd look shared between the couple, a silent conversation in the span of a moment. "So far as I know," Adia answers honestly. "I've never done genetics test to confirm it."

Caspar clears his throat. "I'm not human at all," he clarifies. "I'm a Cylon. A biological robot." Might as well be honest. Hazel was honest with her nature and she had even greater reason to keep quiet about it. It feels strange to announce it, though. Everyone on Atlantis knows he's a Cylon.

The topic of the colonies it at least an easier question to answer, and Adia fills the silence gladly. "The Twelve Colonies were twelve planets in a different solar system from Kobol. There was some sort of disaster on Kobol, so the twelve tribes of humans evacuated via spaceship and then settled in the new solar system." She pauses, then adds, "There was a lost colony, too, that was called Earth, but it wasn't like your Earth at all."

Caspar raises an eyebrow at Hazel's confidence, but doesn't comment immediately. Hazel has likely had plenty of time to observe the depraved side of humanity and prepare herself for the worst. "I'd mind the horns," he says finally. "And aim for the upper half."

Adia tugs at the hem of her cardigan uncomfortably, but not because she's concerned about the satyrs causing trouble. Quite the opposite in fact. Talking about the hosts of the party as if they are barely contained monsters seems unnecessary. "If it gets rowdy, we won't stay."

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"You should try sometime. On me, too. I'd like to know if science says there's anything different about me."

Hazel gives a thoughtful smile then. She's curious about it. Nothing she learns will change her identity any but she's eager to see what humans' research is capable of and if it can tell her something she doesn't already know.

"Twelve different planets? And biological robots too? That sounds so complicated. But you all spoke the same language even across that many planets? You all still remained human? Those of you that weren't robots, that is."

Adia's mouth opens -- not enough to be considered a proper gawp, but it's clear that she's surprised. "Really? Um, I mean... thanks! If I can get ahold of the proper equipment in the Nexus, I'll let you know." Her hands twist at the strap of her messenger bag again, but not out of nervousness. Maybe she could borrow a little time on the sequencer on the Chiron...

Caspar looks from Hazel to Adia. His mask doesn't hide his amusement. "You want me to run home and grab a DNA swab?"

"What? No!" She pokes him in the side gently, hoping to wipe away that grin. "It's... that's really great of you to offer, Hazel. I appreciate it. I was already planning to do a cross-human comparison, but it's a matter of deciding who a 'control' human is around here."

When many of your friends are either magic-users or superhuman, the definition of 'control' gets hazy.

"No, many of the colonies have their own language, but almost everyone speaks Caprican. It's like... English, I guess? Except the Nexus translator failed one time and everyone thought we were speaking Ancient Greek." Adia shrugs a little. It was awkward, but not an insurmountable problem. "And we remained human, so far as I know. We left Kobol several millennia ago, but that's still not enough time to evolve into a different species."

"Not enough time for a human," Caspar politely interjects.

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Bringing in Spring with a worthy revel

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aaaaah their masks are Precious!!!

thanks!

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Danny Devito!!! XD

It's one of my fav disney movies

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