Let the heavens rejoice, and let the earth be glad;

[aslandish]

Who: Aslan and YOU!
When: 7 AM on June 21st to 7 AM on June 22nd!
Where: From the beaches of Siren's Port to Winther's Lake in Sector 7!
Summary: Aslan hosts the first ever ROMP around Siren's Port. Plot details can be found here. Tag yourselves in!
Warnings: None.

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Sunrise - Sector 11

[aslandish]

[ As daylight breaks over the eastern sea, a soft, yet clear note of triumph rings out across the heavens. It rises and it soars, welcoming the sun with joy unspeakable and a glory yet untold.

It's a Song rarely heard, a melody that carries, the brilliance of it an echo that carries on the morning breeze. There will be whispers of it across the city, a call to those with a yearning in their hearts.

Should they decide to answer it, the Great Lion will be found on the seashore, pacing with a spring in his step as the spray of seawater leaves a rainbow in its wake. ]

[corks]

[Of course he hears it. It pulls on him, that melody, and without even a thought he's made it here, smiling calmly upon seeing the great lion padding along the shore.]

Good morning, Aslan.

[aslandish]

[ Aslan stops and turns his head, pinpricks of glimmering gold dancing across his man. Eyes bright, he returns the smile. ]

Jacob.

[ His voice is a low rumble, happy and wild. His Song still lingers in the air. ]

Re: 10 AM - The Romp Begins: Sectors 9 & 10

[makeflowersgrow]

Eponine doesn't really Know why she's come, not really. She jad simply awoken that morning, on Alan and Eric's sofa, and had felt unusually warm, fuzzy almost. And she had had a sudden urge to go to the beach, one of her favourite places in Port.

She hesitated at the sight of the lion though. She had never seen such a creature and did not know what it was. She stood, arms wrapped across her middle and scrunching the sand between her toes (for she had no shoes), staring, wondering if this thing was one of the Darkness monsters she had heard so much about.

[aslandish]

[ No Darkness creature, this, but something far greater and brighter.

As if sensing her presence, he looks at her soon enough, the vibrancy of his Song still lingering in the air. He does not speak, but there is something in his gaze -- some quality of warmth or depth -- that seems to be its own invitation. ]

Sunrise - Sector 11

[employeeofthemonthforever]

[Zachariah has more yearning than he knows how to admit or what to do with. He walks down to shore the slow way, footstep by footstep, stretching his wings and shaking his mane as he draws closer, agitated and uncertain. He's reminded of Elaine, though the feeling is definitely not her. He wonders how many of them are here.]

Hello, sir.

[aslandish]

[ Like and unlike -- it's how many of them are, their substance similar yet not entirely the same. Here and now, it matters little, for he seems like the sun itself, yet so much brighter at the same time. ]

Good morning.

Re: Sunrise - Sector 11

[gavesugar]

[Sheila never thinks to analyze why she's so drawn to the call of Aslan. But soon she finds herself - free of Violet Systems duties for the day - headed to the beach, and watching the mighty lion splash a wake through the ocean.]

How does thou know to bring light so easily to the world?

[aslandish]

[ The water itself seeming to sparkle, he smiles when he sees her. ]

It is my way.

[ No more, no less. ]

Will you join us, daughter?

10 AM - The Romp Begins: Sectors 9 & 10

[aslandish]

[ A small group has now assembled, people and beasts alike. He turns to face them all, his eyes bright. ]

Welcome, friends. [ His voice is rich and deep, a rumble to it that seems almost a happy growl. ] Let us make holiday.

[ Raising his head, a distilled note of pure joy fills the air, and he takes the foremost position. It is time to begin, and their first stop is the outskirts of Sectors 9 and 10. ]

[b2_dragon]

[Ever since he'd heard the strange music, Toothless had been quite anxious to get outside to see what it was. He'd eventually managed to squeeze out through the window somehow, and while he still couldn't fly on his own, he could certainly manage a short-distance glide down to the ground. From there it had been a simple matter of dodging cars and unintentionally terrifying people as he bounded down the streets towards the edge of the city.

Eventually he comes within sight of the gathering- an odd assortment that strikes the dragon as something to be more curious of than afraid. He doesn't sense a bit of hostility from those present, and when the great lion speaks, it definitely captures his attention.

The words spoken might not have meant anything, save that in this instance, Toothless can actually understand what's said. Needless to say, he's quite eager of the invitation. He's not been given many opportunities to play about, and thus needs no urging to join in the frolicking.

The party has gained one little black dragon bounding along amongst their number!]

11 AM - The Beach: Along the Coast

[aslandish]

[ The group of rompers has grown. Aslan is still in the lead, a small pack of cats and dogs following at his heels. There are also seagulls soaring overhead, calling out to those on the ground, even as fish leap and dance over the waves.

As always, anyone who wishes to join them here is welcome. ]

[treehopping]

[Music! Magic! This is the most wonderful thing she's ever known and been part of. Rue took off her shoes and is splashing through the shallows, keeping up with the party and trying not to trip as her eyes wander everywhere. From birds to leaping fish to the great lion who leads the procession.]

[employeeofthemonthforever]

[Zachariah is a big believer in doing things properly, whatever the occasion. And his usual buttoned-up routine doesn't really suit the whimsical procession. So he's taken the form of a little kid as he marches along through the surf. He sees Rue nearby and splashes her playfully.]

[madvaporskillz]

[This particular Cat is perhaps not following quite as the others are - even with him having been on friendly enough terms with dogs before, he doesn't know these ones - but he's drifting along in Aslan's wake all the same. If nothing else, he's still just as curious as ever and this promises to be interesting, if nothing else.]

[aslandish]

[ Interesting indeed, for there is magic in there air, wherever Aslan goes. The waves themselves seem to have a life of their own, and the creatures that follow him only seem to grow in number.

It is a romp, most certainly, and Aslan seems more wild and playful than he ever has. ]

[whitedarklord]

[Rumors had been buzzing around about a lion wandering around outside. Naturally, Soma knew who that was; how many lions just randomly wandered around, after all? He ditched his job hunt then, deciding that maybe hanging around the Jesus Lion was a better option for the day.]

[The group's a little hard to miss, considering it looks like something out of a bible. Soma raises his hand as he approaches, hoping his presence would be a welcome one.]

Aslan! May I join you?

1 PM - Sector 7: Through the Woods and Farmlands

[aslandish]

[ The long trek up the beach draws to an end as the first glimpse of treetops become visible up ahead. When the group arrives, the trees themselves begin to move, parting to allow the rompers through.

Flanked on all sides by a vanguard of moving trees, the group will emerge in the farmlands of Sector 7 and cut a path through the crops. No permanent damage will be done, and those farms Aslan actually passes through will receive a more bountiful harvest than they would have otherwise. ]

Party Crasher

[aslandish]

[ Midway into the journey through the woods, an unwelcome guest will be crashing the party. An attempt will be made to capture Aslan, and a few people will be hit by tranquilizer darts. Henry D. Spencer III will then be wrestled into submission by one of the larger of Aslan's tree guards.

Aslan himself will meet the hunter, and after silently listening to the man's swearing, Aslan will send him on his way -- e.g. the tree will toss him in the air, and Aslan will exhale, sending Spencer back to his hunting grounds on a torrent of air. His landing may or may not be graceful, and the lion will tend to those who have been struck with darts. ]

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[littlepinksuitcase]

[Meryl hadn't expected to join in on this...this...whatever it was. Well, of course not, she hadn't even realized it would be happening. But when she'd seen the procession in the distance, something had compelled her to join.

This was nothing like the world she'd been born on. Everything was so green, so alive...there was no need for plants here.

Eventually, Meryl realized that there were tears in her eyes, despite the smile on her face.]

4 PM - Arrival @ Winthers Lake: Refreshments!

[aslandish]

[ It's been a long trail, but finally, it's time to rest. Pavilions have been set out, and there's a grand spread of food laid out for all. The beverages are water and an aged sort of grape juice that is rich yet lacking the usual alcoholic qualities. There will be no getting drunk here so any outside liquor brought to the site will be turned into said grapejuice.

It's a feast of epic proportions, complete with musical accompaniment, and the nymphs will be making themselves known. An entirely different meal will be laid out for the trees, and anyone who wishes may try the earthy fare. (Fair warning: it may not be to your liking.) ]

[bloodthirsts]

[The procession has passed by their manor and Seras is unable to resist coming out to see what is happening, having received updated news reports all day. They don't do the procession justice, so many people and creatures! It's like something out of a children's storybook.

She's awed and though she can't herself eat she will gladly hand around and talk to others.]

Sunset & Evening - Games & Entertainment

[aslandish]

[ The sirens have not sounded, and the party goes on unhindered. A great bonfire is built, illuminating the entire area. The nymphs sing and dance, and every so often, the lake spirit makes himself known, kicking up a great shower of droplet that gleam brightly in the firelight.

Anything goes here; whether you want to party the night away and play or find a quiet spot and snooze, all will be accommodated. The Great Lion himself, seen often during the earlier hours, will become increasingly more elusive as the night goes on. ]

[madeinoblivion]

[ This... this is almost too crazy a magic for words, sprawled wide across the day.

Sirens wailed over twenty minutes ago, the sun has finally sunk over the western lip of the sky, but somehow, somehow nothing's shrivelled up and died, nothing's gone stale and rotten, no monsters have crept out of the dark. Is everything that makes this island so awful at night called off, for once? Is that Aslan's magic at work, the Core, or something else?

He doesn't question it, too busy whooping like a lost boy and running wildly around the fire, till the last of his energy is spent and the slight sunburn on his cheeks finally settles into a deep and satisfied exhaustion. This, if separated from all the rest before and after it, might just be the most perfect of all light-filled days.

Finally ready to collapse, Joe flings himself back into the soft grass with a deep satisfaction, and wonders up for the very first time at a real, star-filled sky.]

Sunrise - Departures

[aslandish]

[ The slightest tinge of pink and gold have begun to color the horizon. The trees are dispersing, their movements growing more sluggish as they trundle off to sleep once more. The fire has died down to embers only now, and once all have departed, the lake spirit will douse it completely in water.

It's time to return home. ]