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Who: Everyone!
Where: Anywhere
What: May mod log!
When: The First two weeks of May.
Warnings: Use your best discretion.

May Open log

First of May, First of May

So apparently the open festive mood on the locals hasn’t stopped so May opens with a tradition that happens within it. It’s May Day, or Beltane if you’re feeling formal and it doesn’t just last for the day. Instead it lasts for two weeks, because why do in one day what you can party for multiple days over?

There are the traditional May Day things of course. There’s the May pole stretching upwards with its brightly colored ribbons welcoming people to do it either together or separately. The colors are explained of course, purple for a good year, pink for fertility, green for fiscal gain, blue for calmness. Each ribbon wrapped around the ancient poll is a wish, an old woman tells you. So you should take it seriously. But if you do is up to you.

Ringing outside of the giant circle in the recreation dome are large bonfires. People are writing down their wishes for the year and burning them into the universe. Some more… adventurous people are hopping over the fire in order to increase the effectiveness of the wishes. In case you were wondering, John is standing ready with a med kit and a judgmental look on her face.

There are small picnics set up around rather than tables, and spring foods are placed on it. Strawberries, oat cakes, chocolate, and things like real food are scattered on them, letting people pick and share the platters around them equally. Wine flows freely, of course. Wine made here in the Sphere that comes in a variety of fruited flavors.

Traditional things such as three legged races and general races are occurring, people grouping those with powers together in order to make it fair. Other games are happening. Including Max in the dunk tank for a few minutes, so you may wanna get that in.

There are of course things that are non-traditional as well. After all, this is the Sphere. A series of bouncy castles is set up, as is an inflatable obstacle course. One of the larger castles is even set aside for the adults because well, why not.

Several large ball pits are set up and people are bringing drinks to them. There’s no way that can go wrong. It’s adults only because sometimes everyone just needs a ball pit.

Fireworks happen every night. Or at least something that looks like fireworks, minus the fire and the noise. But they fill the sky above the Sphere, making it seem as if they are under a real sky.

painting the roses red.

After celebrating the spring in April, May brings with it the work of what spring actually entails. What it entails especially after the loss of the person in charge (rip Annie) is doing the sort of normal planting in the fields. There are people around to supervise and to hand out seeds and the other things that one needs to successfully plant fields and all of that.

There are other fields and vegetable patches to be weeded and harvested, because the agriculture dome tends to always be in a state of flux depending on how many people are currently living in the sphere at the time.

But it wouldn’t be a community event if food wasn’t provided, so there’s a sort of barbecue going on. It definitely smells like barbecue that’s for sure, and there are people tending long pits of things that look like meat but that definitely aren’t. Still it tastes like good old bbq and that’s really what matters isn’t it?

Of course it wouldn’t be bbq without beer, so there’s a lot of it. It’s free-flowing (a little too free-flowing actually) and some of the teenagers have gotten their hands on it. On way too much of it as a matter of fact. Which is why it seemed like a good idea to them to show up at the work picnic with squirt guns full of washable paint.

If it’s washable and non-toxic, one argues, then it’s not as if anyone can be really angry.

But honestly it’s a paint fight. Join in or be an innocent victim there are definitely squirt guns a plenty around.

Everyone loves bathtime, right?

Well, people requested baths, so the staff at the pools in the Rec dome have tried to accommodate them! While normally, the events at the pools go something like this: The largest of the three pools, and the light is constant and sunny here. The large pool is Olympic sized, and is a sparkling blue. It’s fresh water, and probably clean enough to drink. I still wouldn’t drink it. The second pool is slightly smaller and more kidney shaped with a gradual sand mound at one end of it. This pool is salt water and looks a bit more like a beach than a pool. The third pool is a kiddie pool, complete with a splash pad, that’s running. Buckets drop, it’s got one of those mushroom things, and sprinkler jets. There aren’t any kids though, so people are welcome to go nuts.

Bathing suits and towels are provided in the divided changing rooms. There’s frozen and fruity drinks flowing freely, along with finger food and snacks.

The Sphere has increased it towards bathing though, through the use of temporary means. There’s a large bamboo building near it, and inside are various sets of hot and cool pools, sauna and steam pools, a masseuse and other spa treatments and the like. There’s three options for these times. 1.Strictly bathing suits, 2, strictly mixed nudity/ bathing suits and 3. Strictly separated nudity. No one below the age of eighteen is getting naked in the baths, sorry kids.

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For a moment Persephone just stays quiet, it’s almost an unnatural sort of quietness. She’s the sort of person who is always a flub and fluster of activity so to have her just be standing there is more than a little bit of odd for her. But she's a woman who knows what it's like to have different names that mean different things. After all, back in the ancient days, mortals wouldn't even say her name cause they were too frightened of it.

So, she just announces quickly: "I get it, I was the same way back home. Folks knew my true name, but others called me other things. They're all me, and no point in saying that they ain't. But I'm just fond of 'Persephone.' 'Our Lady of the Underground, 'Our Lady of Ways, Our Lady of means... They're all too much of a gods damn mouthful, really. Use whatever ya like, honey."

Her lips curve into a warm smile. "Persephone is a lovely name." It wasn't that she was opposed to calling her by any of her other titles, they were just a bit long and more formal than Inësa was used too. "I will use that." It was also the easiest to remember of the list.

"It's nice to meet you Persephone."

Her tongue darted over her lips again before glancing around the area. "Oh. I'm ah. feeling a little thirsty." She needed water but she didn't see any nearby.

"You too, Angel. And thanks, I can't take credit for it. Fates gave it to me a long time before it was actually mine." Her mama had called her Kora, which had meant nothing but girl for the longest time. It only when she wasn't one anymore (or as much of one anyway) that the rest had come along. But it's the name that she likes the best, despite the others that different people across the world had ended up giving to her. But Persephone's the first, and it's the one that her husband had whispered to her, so it's the one she claims as her own.

When the girl looks so thirsty, Persephone just offers the flask over once more. "Here ya go, honey." Because honestly, when you're a god when do you even think about drinking water?

"Oh. Thank you." She took the flash and once again held it to her lips. She'd never gotten very drunk before and didn't realize the dangers of taking such a large gulp of the sweet liquor.

Her tongue briefly flicked across her lips as she handed the flask back. "That's very good. Thank you." She felt a bolt of energy coursing through her limbs but she had no idea where it had come from. It couldn't be the drink...

Persephone has spent the last several thousand years drunk as time has moved on, so she knows the signs of someone else being drunk all to well indeed. There's a little grin on her face as she watches the angel, and then she takes the flask back with a grin.

"You're welcome, sister. Ya al'right over there? Do ya be needing to be sitting down or anything." Persephone doesn't think that she's at that point, not yet, but it's definitely better to be safe than sorry. She ain't had a mortal throw up on her in over a hundred years, and the goddess wants to be keeping it that way.

Inësa quickly shook her head back and forth, excitement pouring from her motions as she took a little skip forward. "Nope. I'm alright but I feel very excited." She looked down at her palms, her expression suddenly thoughtful and confused. "I'm not sure why."

Oh well

"I want to dance. Persephone. Do you dance? It's a lovely thing. The body can bend in all sorts of shapes and I can dance with my wings too." She took another step forward and lifted her leg slightly, pointing her toe in an elegant gesture before turning back towards Persephone.

Well, if there's someone who knows and loves how to dance, it's The Lady of the Underground. Giving the woman a quick laugh, Persephone just takes Angel's hands in her own, holding onto 'em all loose-like just because it's what she did. And of course while she's doing it, there's more than a little bit of a wiggle to the goddess' hips when she moves to a standing position.

"Lemme show ya how we dance up on top, darling. Now if only we had a band that was all proper-like with a trombone."

"On top? Where is that?"

She followed Persephone without protest as the other woman rose to her feet. It was exciting to dance though Inësa didn't entirely understand what she was going to be shown. Wasn't dancing the same no matter where you went? Or was this something else?

She wiggled her hips like Persephone but it didn't feel like the dancing that she liked. Her favorite kind of dancing had her whole body moving.

Persephone's sort of dancing definitely involves moving her entire body. In many ways, her dancing is like a full body sort of exorcism. Or so her brother had described it more than a few times when the two of them were drinking in their father's cellar. She dances with a complete abandon, as if she's never really sure where her body is supposed to meet the ground and where it ain't. It's just something else weird about her, but she holds onto Angel's arm, giving her a spin anyway.

It didn't matter how they danced, as long as they danced. Inësa's movements were more graceful than erratic, taking motions from ballet as well as different forms of ballroom dancing. She hadn't had formal training but felt the rhythm of the song in her bones. It's what made her a talented singer and a decent dancer. There was passion in her movements, glee and excitement, but also flexibility.

She spun out and then spun back towards Persephone with a warm happy smile. Her cheeks were flushed from their dance and the alcohol but she looked like she was having fun.

That was before she nearly fell over and onto Persephone. This was her first time being drunk and she didn't know how to handle it. "Whoa." She giggled. "The ground moved without me." That was not what happened.