May Day Mischief [Open Log]

[plum_that_snaps]

Who: YOU!
When: May 1, 8am—7pm
Where: Sector 7, by Winthers Lake
Summary: May Day festivities!
Warnings: There... should be none? Mingle post!

[There's fiddle music! And a Maypole! Come fly a kite, grab some free food, help make May baskets or get suckered into a line dance!]

[Hinamori will wander around and talk to almost everyone, but please—jump in, threadjack, have private threads, cause chaos or just do your own thing!]

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[icy_heavens]

[At the moment, he's pefectly clean and dry, but that's about to change.]

That's -- [Trying to pull arm back] -- not -- [Gah, his feet are starting to go.] -- fun!

[But that last pull does it; when she topples, she takes him with her. Right down in all the sticky, slippery mud.]

[plum_that_snaps]

Aaaaah! [It's funny how she never sees these things coming.]

[She lands with a thud on her bottom.]

[Frowny face.] Aww, now my dress is all ruined.

[icy_heavens]

[He lets go of the umbrella; it's kind of unimportant now. He landed half in Hinamori's lap, so only his pants and his hands get muddy, but they do so rather thoroughly.]

Well, you shouldn't have tried to drag me when the ground is nothing but mud. [But there's no bite in what he says. Because the frowny face gets to him.]

Look, I'll do the other things, okay? Just no dancing.

[plum_that_snaps]

[Well, that's not fair. She'll have to even things out now, won't she? She takes a tiny scoop of mud with her finger and pats it onto Hitsu's nose.] But I wanted to see you dance.

[icy_heavens]

[He crawls out of her lap, taking care not to get her clothes any dirtier than they already are. It's probably a moot point, but whatever.

[He gives her a playfully flat look when she rubs mud onto his nose and does the only mature thing in return: he taps one of his muddy hands onto her cheek. What was this about evening things out?]

Well, too bad. [Standing up now, thanks.]

[plum_that_snaps]

[Yeah um no you're not. Yanking back down on his shirt. (She really hopes all this mud washes out of their clothes.)]

[See tsuning? She can deal with. But escalation? Cue competitive Hinamori. She scoops up a rather large ball of mud in her hand and holds it up with a vaguely threatening smirk.]

[icy_heavens]

[Ack. Yep, back down onto his knees he goes. And yeah, he sees the mudball, he sees the smirk, but he's not ready to give on the whole dancing thing.]

You know, if you get that in my hair, you won't be able to call me Shirou-chan.

[plum_that_snaps]

[She pauses for just a second. The thought makes her a little bit sad; Hitsu's hair should stay white and fluffy. Forever. Even if it's not so fluffy since he cut it. But it only passes across her face briefly—it'll come out, right? Right?]

Then I dub thee Muddy-chan. [She plops the mudball down on top of his head and ruffles his hair through it with a giggle.]

Now Captain Ukitake won't bother you anymore.

[bloodthirsts]

[May Day is pretty big still in Britain, particuarly the rural areas. It's a bank holiday and a great excuse to get everyone out on the village green for a fete. Back where she'd lived before Hellsing they still crowned a May Queen.

So she quite happily comes out to see this celebration, a taste of home -- though she can do with the morris dancers. Since she doesn't eat she bypasses the free food and instead wanders around, observing the Maypole dancers and then coming to the table where the basket making is set up.

Well why not? Seras starts to peruse the flowers, certain she can find someone to give a basket to.]

[icy_heavens]

[He cringes more from the hair ruffle itself than the fact that she's mashed mud into it, and he squeezes his eyes shut to make sure none of it gets in them. He's kind of surprised she actually did it, to be honest.

[Grabbing hold of that hair-ruffling arm. He's standing again, and this time, so are you, Momo.]

I'd retaliate in kind, but who would even notice mud in your hair?

[universaljanitor]

[There's only one way to figure out which bits of ribbon and straw and what-not are the best for the job of making a lasting basket! And that's not by texture, strength, or even smell.

Oh no, that's by going around and sticking a bit of everything in his mouth.]

Mmmmmm too much of a sulfuric undertone in this bunch...

[plum_that_snaps]

Oooh, those ones are really pretty! They suit you! [Hinamori picks up a primrose and places it into Seras' hair.]

Are you making one for anyone in particular?

[plum_that_snaps]

A-are you sure you want to be doing that? Some of those flowers can be poisonous, you know.

[bloodthirsts]

Oh! [She blinks and smiles at the woman, she's the one organising this, Seras saw the post on the network.] Thank you.

No one particuarly in mind, but I know I can find someone to give it to. Flowers are just so cheerful.

[universaljanitor]

[He pauses mid-lick along the side of a pre-made basket and... er. How to put this...]

Oh, don't have to worry about that too much. Bit poison resistant, me. Besides, one good lick and I can tell just about everything about something. Age, consistency, chemical make-up. Makes it a bit easier to pick out the best of the best!

[plum_that_snaps]

They are, aren't they? That's one of the reasons I like my job. Do you have any flowers in particular that are your favorite?

[plum_that_snaps]

[Hinamori's jaw drops. Easily impressed, this one.] Tha-that's a really userful power to have.

[So now she's curious.] What does that one... taste like?

[bestseller]

[May Day isn't too popular of a holiday in the states, or at least in terms of celebrating spring, but it's also International Workers Day. Either way, Alan doesn't celebrate it, but when he comes across the festivities happening by the lake, he has to come over and experience it.

He happens to come across a row of baskets that have been beautifully designed with an array of flowers and other arrangements. He doesn't want to make one himself, or at least that's what he says to himself, and he's suddenly reminded of his wife as a wave of sadness comes in.]

[plum_that_snaps]

[Hinamori comes over and gives him a gentle smile.]

Do you have someone in particular you'd like to give one to?

[bestseller]

[He spots the young girl and smiles back in return.]

No, I'm just looking. [Besides, the person he'd give it to isn't here. And that's a good thing.] They're very nice though.

[plum_that_snaps]

Thank you. I tried to make sure there were baskets for all sorts of occasions—see, that one's for love, and this one's for friendship, and that one has flowers that symbolize gratitude. [She points out each basket in turn.] Flowers have all sorts of meanings, you know. But of course, people can take whichever ones they think are prettiest.

[bestseller]

Really? [Alan listens, generally interested in what she has to say, then questions her with a curious response.] I wouldn't have known that. I mean, I'm sure someone told me something like that before, [It was probably his wife actually.] but it must've skipped my mind. [Or you know, he didn't care at the time. There were a lot of things he didn't care about four years ago.]

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[icy_heavens]

[Okay, this would fall under "trying a new food" for the day. Just like he'd said he would. He's actually roasting a smore. Otherwise, he wouldn't be sitting as close to the fire as this, what with his dislike of the heat. And at least it's helping to dry out his hair after he'd washed the mud out of it in the lake.]

[plum_that_snaps]

Yep! Back home, the... organization I belonged to, every division had a symbolic flower. My division's, the Fifth, was the lily of the valley. It means danger, sacrifice, and love. I always thought it was appropriate.

[plum_that_snaps]

[Oh. Is he angry? He sounds angry. She didn't mean to make him angry.]

That's not very nice.

[Bending over to pick up the fallen umbrella.]