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It’s the Summer Solstice here on Sanctuary and, according to the ancient tradition of the host planet's natives, there will be a two week festival!

If you spend time on the open air areas of the station you'll have noticed the days getting longer and longer. The festival itself culminates in a full day where the sun does not set at all.

The station becomes incredibly busy at this time, and far more aliens and natives will be seen walking the halls. Ships, both aquatic and space faring, will be coming and going, offering up trade opportunities for business inclined individuals. Of course, with the increase in traffic, the criminal element will take advantage, pickpockets working crowds and shady dealers offering wares and services for sale. In response more security and station staff will be visible, available for anyone with an issue.

The main area for congregating is the giant central area on the very top level that’s open to the sky. During the daylight hours all the public space will be festooned with decorations, and entertainment like concerts, dancing, circuses, and plays will be located around the massive space. In the centre, around the central tower, food sellers who've arrived from all over the sector will be participating in the competitions the station controllers have begun organising, with flamboyant demonstrations becoming shows in and of themselves. Traders will set up stalls and station staff will be mingling with residents, as well as the multitude of visitors.

During the evenings when the sun does set, there will be a party atmosphere with everyone enjoying the warm nights. Bars will set up and start selling drinks, and dancers from the clubs inside the station come to perform and promote their businesses.

And there you have it! Sanctuary Station invites one and all to come out and visit the Summer Solstice Festival! There's sure to be something for everyone to enjoy!

OOC: Bring all your pups out for some fun! Feel free to use this as the main gathering, but by all means post adventures in and around the festival either here, in the main comm, or in your own pups' journals. Enjoy!

rememory

To dream the impossible dream
To fight the unbeatable foe
To bear with unbearable sorrow
To reach the unreachable staaaaaaaaaar....

From the kitchen that she'd designated as the focal point for de and reconstruction, Sabine barked, "Mimi!" and then choked out a laugh that was half a sob. Man of La Mancha had always been one of Byron's favorite musicals.

"What? You can't build without music and you don't have a boombox!"

"No one has a boombox anymore. Don't make me regret manifesting you." She shook a finger at the showgirl ghost who was lounging on the back of the couch like it was a baby grand.

Unrepentant, Mimi went on singing,

To right the unrightable wrong
To love pure and chaste from afar
To try when your arms are too weary
To reach the unreachable star.

"I love that line, don't you?" Mimi teased not just Sabine but Scott, even though he was out of earshot.

"Zip it, or it's Tsura's turn," Sabine snapped, cringing at the reference to their chaste, but far less than pure love.

"What was that?" Scott emerged from the next-door apartment through the hole he'd put between them to make testing the walls for support beams easier. There were two more like it in the filthy foursquare they'd chosen to turn into a community area -- for the time being.

"Nothing. Mimi was just asking your favorite musical so she could sing for you. Isn't that right, Mimi?" Mind-to-ghost she sent #Don't even contradict me.# Forbidding it with power was the simplest of her abilities, but Sabine didn't abridge her free will.

Mimi just laughed and laughed, sticking to Impossible Dream until the next person joined them Then she started in on songs from Annie:

It's a hard knock life for us!
It's a hard knock life for us!

Sighing, Sabine shot Scott and the newcomer an apologetic look then shrugged helplessly. "It's not like she's wrong."

[ooc: Gathering post! Sabine and Scott are clearing out a group of four apartments to start with to make a communal kitchen, dining, sitting area on level D. Mimi is audible and vaguely visible as a holographic figure of a showgirl with an indistinct face. She won't interact unless you ping me and ask for her. Will, Molly, Marie, Jack, Sebastian, Nick, Porthos, Maggie, all got a message inviting them for potluck and construction. Anyone else can have heard from them or have seen the 'excuse our dust' sign and stop by. Feel free; all are welcome. Tag Sabine with a note in the subject line; all other tags are top levels.]

Current Mood: busy
Current Location: D-Level
Current Music: showtunes

irishcoffee

Maggie had managed nearly a full two hours in the dreariness of her living quarters before she abandoned them to start exploring her new home. It was something she'd always suggested to the drops ins at home and felt it would be hypocritical of her to not follow her own advice.

While she walked, she thought about taking a few weeks as a sort of vacation. She'd never taken one at home, never taken so much as a day off at the cafe, or as the town's caretaker. Now, there was nothing pressing on her - no business to run, no drop ins popping into being in front of her, confused and disoriented. It would be nice to focus on just herself for a while.

That had lasted almost a full day before she was climbing the walls.

Remembering the cafe she and Finn had passed on their way to their living space, Maggie had headed out two days after she'd arrived and sought out the proprietor. She was fairly certain he wasn't human, but he spoke English, so that was at least a starting point. When she began outlining that the place was filthy, needed both order and someone competent to run it, his eyes had widened and a smile showed some truly spectacularly bad teeth. Apparently, he'd realized that with someone running the cafe, he could spend more time drinking and watching screen. He'd hired her on the spot.

It hadn't taken long to get the place cleaned, and she was working on keeping it that way. A few of the regulars had grumbled off, upset at the change, but newer customers had taken their place and it all balanced.

Now she was running the bar, keeping an eye on the servers, and introducing Sanctuary to the joys of a properly made coffee that in now way resembled roofer's tar.

And damn if she wasn't happy with all of it.

"Can I help you?" she asked without looking up when she sensed someone take the seat in front of her.

Info on Mog's Cafe can be found on the wiki. Come in for coffee or a drink, or just to say hi. Open to all. Tag Maggie or top level for anyone else to tag.

sanctuaryrpgmods

There were no flashing lights, no alarms. The doors to the quarantine chambers simply opened, the whoosh of seals breaking was the only fanfare.

Quarantine was on a quiet level of the station, a gently pulsing light set into the wall leading the chamber's temporary residents out into the station proper. Outside, station officials wandered by but paid no particular attention to the newcomers; new arrivals were nothing new to them, just a fact of life on Sanctuary. New people arrived in the chambers, station staff logged them, and the computers arranged everything else. So they went about their business, eyes glued to the screens they held.

Of course the newcomers weren't aware of any of this. Anyone who called out to the station staff was greeted with a wan smile and directed toward one of the many terminal screens lining the walls of the large open space between the central tower and the rest of the station.

The terminal screens asked for a fingerprint before offering any additional information. Their names flashed up with a map to their new home in the living quarters and some basic information on the currency contained in the chip in their hand and what it might buy them. A brief explanation of the silver communication unit followed, and then the news of the past twenty-four hours played. War on planets in a neighbouring system, the weather on a vacation world, sports scores for a game that seems a cross between lacrosse, hockey, and quidditch. Nothing of use, of course, nothing that could get them off the planet.

The quiet entrance to the living quarters was on one side of the atrium, and the sounds of a bustling marketplace that could not be contained came from a much wider opening on the other. People of all shapes, colours, and species walked through the space along with station officials and technicians using their tablet like screens, dark uniformed security officers chatting as they strolled their patrols.

The station carried on obliviously while the newcomers watched, each with only their credit chip, a place to live, and a basic outfit. Clearly that was all the welcome they were to expect; what happened next would be up to them.

[[Gathering post and opening of Sanctuary RPG. Put in your characters coming out their quarantine]]

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