Springfest 1313

[northcliffpass]

WHO: EVERYONE WHO WANTS
WHAT: it's springtime! and there's some bullshit!
WHEN: April
WHERE: The festival grounds and a bullshit place
NOTES: bullshit

I. Springfest!

After a long and grueling winter full of the usual pilings of snow, military shenanigans, and the coming and going of The Crows, finally spring is here. Trees are in blossom, early flowers are blooming, the bees have awakened and are going about their work, and most important of all, it's time for Springfest.

Posts bearing streamers and bunting are set up around the festival grounds. There are tables of food, a large area for dancing, and more than enough ale and wine to go around. It's been an especially difficult winter, which means everyone is ready to party especially hard all through the day and night.

And for once, Pippa Ward isn't the de facto Spring Queen: that title is up in the air for one lucky (or unlucky, if she doesn't want it) young woman.

II. The Springfest-Adjacent Makeout Pit

The shifting of snow and ice over the area's soil has displaced a heavy stone or two and revealed a trap door in the earth near the festival grounds, likely from the village before the big avalanche hit eleven years ago. Prising it open reveals a dark but dry basement filled, miraculously, with casks of wine and smoking leaf that have gone untouched all this while. There are numerous alcoves perfect for secret drunken trysts, and the darkness provides a sense of anonymity and privacy for those who desire it and haven't brought their own torch or lantern.

It's a good time had by all-- that is, until the trapdoor jams from overuse, and everyone down below is stuck there indefinitely. To make matters worse, a disembodied voice has begun to make demands.