undergrounds | [OPEN POST] The game is on

This event runs from 20th-25th July 2015.

Hello, Londoners! Bit hot, isn't it? Blimey, you might even get a tan at this rate, assuming you're not a vampire.

But there's no time to relax and enjoy the sunshine. No. This is the third and final week of the hunting season in the Other Realm and the magic of the hunt is about to bleed into all of London...

Basically, if you're a predatory type, your hunting instincts may be sharper than usual this week. By how much? Not a lot, we're not talking rabid wolves or losing self-control here, but conditions are perfect for hunting. You can feel it in the air. Hunters of all kinds can expect good fortune – yes, that includes humans who track down other supernatural species too.

As for everyone else... try not to be lunch. Welcome to London.

Prompts

1) HUNGRY LIKE THE WOLF. Bare those fangs and sharpen those claws. You're feeling a little... peckish.

2) THE WHITE HART. The hunt for the legendary White Hart has begun. Fae hunting parties compete to pursue the beast, and upon its capture much merry-making ensues. Should a party pass through into the mortal realm during this hunt, they will appear as drunken louts searching for a pub.

3) HUNTING PARTY. No reason to let the fae have all the fun! Choose your quarry, gather your team and pursue your prey. This could be a serious hunt-to-kill party or something more light-hearted.

4) CAPTURE/KILL. The moment you've been waiting for. Your prey, cornered. Do you allow your instincts to take over and let rip?

5) I DIDN'T SIGN UP FOR THIS. I just got to London and now I'm being chased by a vicious pack of supernatural beings. FML.

6) CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE. What's the first thing you see when you set foot in London? Make up your own scenario here.

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Mab reigns her horse in as the hunt breaks, slipping off and whispering in it's ear for a moment before the two part. When she turns and pulls out a wineskin, sipping as she walks toward the banquet tables. She pauses next to Azula and motions to the seat at the table to be sure it isn't taken before she settles down and a lesser fae moves forward to begin loading up a plate for her of items she motions to. She leaves him to it and turns to the foreign seelie. "Nothing quite so invigorating as a good hunt, don't you agree?"

"I've never seen a hunt like this," Azula admits without shame. It's a cultural thing, she knows, and that's why she's supposed to be here. She raises her glass, having gotten her seat a short while ago. "But it's refreshing."

The plate is set in front of her and Mab nods to the lesser fae that it is fine. "You do not have a hunt in the eastern courts?" She tried to imagine not having a hunt. She might not always participate but when she did, it added to her powers for the year and satisfied something deep inside her. "Yes, refreshing is the correct word." She agreed, putting down the wineskin next to her plate she lifted a glass of faery mead as well.

"What kind of celebration do you have?"

Azula responded by raising her own glass in turn and drinking from it.

"It depends on the season. There are a great many throughout the years, particularly based around the elements."

The fire festivals and new years were her favorites. Dragons and red and gold. That was her festival. The Chinese New Year was one she never missed. If she could help it, at least.

Ahh yes, some of the fae were considered elementals even out here. She would be Air herself though likely not in the same way a fae from Azula's area might be.

"How interesting." Mab murmured, considering the difference for a moment before picking up food and beginning to eat. "Just the basic elements or do the celebrations branch out?"

"There's been so much marriage between human and fae court celebrations," she offers it with almost a bored shrug. She imagines it's the same here, ultimately. "But there are several festivals that aren't just elemental."

All of which were enjoyable. Even if they were, ultimately, relics compared to the worship they'd once been.

Still vaugue. Mab turned to her food and continued eating. "The humans have watered down the celebrations but the fae still keep the traditions." She murmured. And there were so many more humans that even watered down there was some power gathered from the human celebrations. They truly were an invasive species. Well, it certainly made hunting easier for the lower fae. It was impressive the number of humans that could go missing without anyone even considering predators beyond other humans at work.

"The United Kingdom and Europe still have many that celebrate properly though. You travel to America and it's been mostly lost."

"Is it lost?" she asks. "Or has it simply changed?"

As much as her father might disagree, she saw a difference in the two. She still regretted losing worshippers, but those sorts of things went in cycles. She just had to be patient. And make sure she was ready to show her power when the time was right.

That was true enough. "Some are changed, some remain mostly the same and some are not celebrated by more than a handful of mortals." Halloween was still quite rousing in America. And Yule coincided with the massive Christmas celebration. Beltain though, not really even a footnote. Litha also seemed forgotten. Likely new holidays would spring up soon enough. Mortals always enjoyed a celebration.

Perhaps someone just needed to whisper to a script writer about something to bring it about again as well. Movies were very influential.

Azula was a bit of a snob where entertainment was concerned. Movies were dull, and TV shows were inane. The theatre remained interesting, though some of the more modern uses of it were irritating. Still, traditions were kept in different ways. She couldn't speak to the western world, however.

"I don't know much about North American and European holidays, I'm afraid."

Mab touches her lips with a napkin and tilts her head a little. "Well, such things are easily rectified." In other words, Azula can hit a library if she wants the full rundown. She lifts her plate as someone slides a mug across the table to another fae and then sets it back down. It's a little like eating at the Mad Hatter's tea party.

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