♈ Aradia Megido ♈ (
psych0p0mps) wrote in
paradisa2012-10-25 04:42 pm
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♈ Hey Halloween, I'm really happy for you and I'm'a let you finish, but...
Hey, everyone! I just found out about the greatest Earth holiday ever and I have decided to throw a party for it. It's called "Día de los Muertos," which means "Day of the Dead." And despite the name it is actually two days!
Granted, I was a little surprised since, in my experience, a lot of humans get all uptight and gloomy about death. But apparently, not all human cultures feel that way about it! Día de los Muertos is a very cheerful festival. You go to the graveyard and set up pictures of the deceased, and a spread of their favorite foods and drinks, and a bunch of marigolds (which are a kind of flower), and the spirits of your loved ones will come back and visit you for the day! Isn't that cool?
... Although I guess it would be hard to tell if your loved ones are actually there if you can't see ghosts. But the probability of actual ghosts showing up at the party is pretty slim anyway, given the nature of death and the afterlife surrounding the castle, so the effect is about the same.
Anyway, whether they show up or not, the point of it is that rather than mourning people who have gone on ahead of us, we're celebrating the time we had with them, and looking forward to the eventual day when we'll be with them again.
Oh! And you know what's really cool? It starts the day after Halloween, so we can celebrate both! So, November 1st we will have a party in the graveyard behind the castle, and on the 2nd we'll go out to the Wanderer's Yard. I know, I know, the ones in the Wanderer's Yard aren't actually dead, but they've gone someplace ahead of us either way, and we still remember them. So in a way, it's still an appropriate setting.
[Here she finally takes a breather, and claps her hands once. A very fine white powder settles on the page, which she brushes off as she continues.]
Alright. So, who wants to help me make calaveras de azúcar? Sugar skulls, that is. We are going to need a lot of them if we're gonna leave one at every grave.
[Open for journal/action! Aradia can be found in the kitchen, coated to the elbows in powdered sugar and merengue. She has already molded a few lopsided skulls, but now she's beginning to get the hang of it.]
Granted, I was a little surprised since, in my experience, a lot of humans get all uptight and gloomy about death. But apparently, not all human cultures feel that way about it! Día de los Muertos is a very cheerful festival. You go to the graveyard and set up pictures of the deceased, and a spread of their favorite foods and drinks, and a bunch of marigolds (which are a kind of flower), and the spirits of your loved ones will come back and visit you for the day! Isn't that cool?
... Although I guess it would be hard to tell if your loved ones are actually there if you can't see ghosts. But the probability of actual ghosts showing up at the party is pretty slim anyway, given the nature of death and the afterlife surrounding the castle, so the effect is about the same.
Anyway, whether they show up or not, the point of it is that rather than mourning people who have gone on ahead of us, we're celebrating the time we had with them, and looking forward to the eventual day when we'll be with them again.
Oh! And you know what's really cool? It starts the day after Halloween, so we can celebrate both! So, November 1st we will have a party in the graveyard behind the castle, and on the 2nd we'll go out to the Wanderer's Yard. I know, I know, the ones in the Wanderer's Yard aren't actually dead, but they've gone someplace ahead of us either way, and we still remember them. So in a way, it's still an appropriate setting.
[Here she finally takes a breather, and claps her hands once. A very fine white powder settles on the page, which she brushes off as she continues.]
Alright. So, who wants to help me make calaveras de azúcar? Sugar skulls, that is. We are going to need a lot of them if we're gonna leave one at every grave.
[Open for journal/action! Aradia can be found in the kitchen, coated to the elbows in powdered sugar and merengue. She has already molded a few lopsided skulls, but now she's beginning to get the hang of it.]

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I can come and help if you like, Aradia! I have a question, though.
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Ah! Pardon me, but are you the one with the "sugar skulls"?
yesssss
I sure am! Pull up a spot. [She motions to the counter nearby, where she has a huge bowl with plenty of the powdery mixture inside.]
just couldn't resist this eheheh
[He peers into the bowl.]
Pardon me, but what, exactly, am I supposed to do with it?
resistance is futile you will be sugar skulled
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sorry for the delay!
no trouble at all!
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Cheerful. [Not really.]
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dictated;
[ A scoff, soon followed teasing drawl. ]
Twenty points for timing.
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I should probably mention that pants will be required at this party. And zero points for pretending you can give out points.
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[ Laughing at yooou because she's a bitch what. ]
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I was hoping that'd catch on.
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Really? Is that the holiday you normally celebrate?
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Only the one time. Partied a little too hard.
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