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The Waking of Neran
It is indeed, with thick winter coats, hats, scarves and gloves in all sizes. There are also some bags suitable for carrying food, for anyone who wants to add to the festival food with more food!
They have the morning to prepare before another announcement.
"Shortly arriving in System #78961112094711. The weather is extremely cold, voidtreckers and passengers should wrap up warm and wear their SCA's at all times. Arriving in ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one."
The train shakes as they leave the void and they will see dark skies with glowing flecks of light falling down around them. It's only a glimpse before there is rock to both sides as they enter the landing area.

The Waking of Neran
... ARRIVAL TO OSIGA

For those turn their gaze to where the cold comes, they will see a view of the world: a landscape of mountains lit in burning bright blue. Like Christmas and city lights, they can be seen in the far distance, and the sky too glows with a shimmering, falling blue. It looks like a slow rain, while farther up, the twinkling of actual stars can be glimpsed.
This will be their view of the world for three Osiga days - 210 hours, give or take.
The lower floor widens into a train-like station, shuttles ready to take them into Osiga proper in short five minute rides. They just need to figure out they need to scan their SCAs at the turnstiles, which will beep with approval, and send a map to their SCA of the grotto.
With a handy dot to their hotel.
... THE IRUE GROTTO


There's stairs that can be taken, but also elevators. The bedrooms are much the same as the lobby, with paints and furs all around - the furs especially covering the beds, along with hand stitched quilts. In the centre is a fire pit, set with heatstones than wood or coal, and extras in a container by a wall with safety instructions of how to move them (with tongs and gloves).
Outside the rest of the grotto can be seen, a mish-mash of layers closer to a labyrinth. There's curtains for privacy, and also a screen to help blot out the sound.
FOOD & SIGHTS.

Water runs through constructed streams, small but always in travel. They fall off into small waterfalls, eventually gathering into pools that always ensure drink is around. But there's also drinking spaces around, wall coves where servers mind the drinks, and people gather around on crouched seating. Privacy isn't a big deal in Osiga; visitors welcomed into conversation freely. The drinks favour the strong, spicy and sweet. Their traditional drinks are a fiery whisky and a sweet creamy milk drink flavoured by spices that taste very much like cinnamon and nutmeg. It is strongly alcoholic though there is a non alcoholic version as well. There are other drinks available of course from other planets but visitors are encouraged in a good natured way to try the good stuff.
And let's not forget the food. Most traditional Osigian dishes are spicy yet sweet, fatty, and largely meat. There are also food baskets all over, filled with wrapped snacks free for taking, or to add your own. Never let your neighbour go hungry. What will you find, dipping your hand in: a treat, or a mistake?

Keeping company is better than not. Anyone who goes in alone will find the chill uncomfortable to those who have someone else nearby, SCAs working stronger together. Paths somehow stay free from being covered in the icy mess, and every few yards are grit bins with small bags to put the contents in, instructions as to what to do.
And that's to throw them at the sculptures, into the air, and watch as the hardened ice disperses into a fizzle of lights. The sight is considered beautiful, and especially fun for kids and couples.
... ANAN & THE MINISTRY
It's maybe an hour or so after their arrival when a message comes through the comms on their SCA's.
boop beep boop beep / boop boop boop/ boop boop/ beep//
beep beep / boop beep//
beep beep beep boop/ boop boop boop/ beep beep/ boop beep beep / boop / beep boop beep/ beep/ boop beep boop beep/ boop beep boop/ beep/ beep boop beep/ beep beep beep//
"It didn't close the hack. I think your Voidtrecker Express likes me." Anan sounds almost triumphant. "Glad you all came. I'm at the drinking space next to the Irue Museam of Osigan Art."
For those that wish to go and meet her, they can.
boop beep boop beep / boop boop boop/ boop boop/ beep//
beep beep / boop beep//
beep beep beep boop/ boop boop boop/ beep beep/ boop beep beep / boop / beep boop beep/ beep/ boop beep boop beep/ boop beep boop/ beep/ beep boop beep/ beep beep beep//
"It didn't close the hack. I think your Voidtrecker Express likes me." Anan sounds almost triumphant. "Glad you all came. I'm at the drinking space next to the Irue Museam of Osigan Art."
For those that wish to go and meet her, they can.
... THE WAKING OF NERAN

People begin making their way to the main streets where the parade will go. Some people may have made candles throughout the day but there are also long candles for sale and 'fire' bearers carrying large torches to light the candles. The main lights are all turned off, plunging the streets into darkness lit only by the candles and the faint distant glow of sors.
The parade itself has large lit floats, literally floating above the ground, the lights are in intricate shapes. There are light dancers- people dressed completely in black to blend in to the night, with ribbons of light doing feats of acrobatics to music- instruments and volcaless voices weaving melodies.
After the parade passes by people move to the streams, where their floating candles that can be lit and sent on their way. There are designated areas for the tall candles to be placed- almost shrine like with areas to pray or think or sing- the helpful guides will assist anyone and are very open to the different ways people from various worlds and cultures may wish to remember their dead.
Afterwards people are encouraged to drink, eat, spend time with the living and swap stories of the dead. Dance and sing. It is upbeat, joyous and the tears are meant to be cathartic.
NIGHT TWO: PERSEVERING. After another day of activities- or resting and recovering from the excess of the night before the grotto again is ready in anticipation. The side of the grotto open to the sky is packed with people, ledges and railings packed with people. Even the buildings on this side of the grotto have opened their doors to allow people up on their roofs to watch the firework display.
Sparklers are sold, as are snacks and drinks and a voice comes through speakers throughout the space.
"NERAN! On this night you fight!" The crowd cheers. "Hear our dedication, return to us! For tonight is a night of COURAGE!"
The crowd cheers again and the fireworks begin. Loud and colourful, beautiful shapes, almost like dances in the sky. It's loud and it's busy but the atmosphere is great, throughout the night within the crowd there are marriage proposals, declarations of new jobs, decisions to travel the void. Bravery and courage abound- helped probably by the strong whisky that is flowing freely.
NIGHT THREE: UNITY. The festival continues, though it's a slightly later start on day three for many who are nursing hangovers, having a well earned sleep in preparation for the final night or just frantically trying to remember what declarations they had made the night before.
But the activities are still happening throughout the grotto- though the guides might advise any obvious voidtravellers that they may wish to nap before 'night' time, especially if they are not used to day/night cycles this long. The final night doesn't stop til sunrise after all and no one wants to miss the sun rising!
As the time comes for the party to start every square and every street is packed, music blares through speakers. Traditional Osigan music mixed with styles and music from other planets in the galexy. The traditional Osigan music has many layers, deep bass instruments that seem to make the ground itself rumble.
There is dancing, led by guides and locals. They are big circle dances, loud energetic and done in unity. There are callers who keep everyone in time and remind them of the steps but it is mostly an exercise in organised chaos.
But very fun organised chaos. There's extra chairs and benches set around for people who would rather watch or need a break from the endless swirl of dancers. There's plenty of water in large barrels for people to help themselves and other drinks are available to buy.
The party goes on for hours but eventually the music stops and there is an announcement that they have an hour left until sunrise. People begin moving out to find the best spots to watch. Up high on the cliffs people spread out rugs and blankets and settle, waiting.
The atmosphere is one of anticipation, people passing around drinks and snacks. Then there is a hush, a cry as for the first time in a month the first ray of light streaks across the sky.
Neran has awoken. The sun has returned once more.

OOC NOTES
The shrines
She should have expected to find him here, pausing a foot or so away, quietly listening to his words. Slowly she moves closer, the hand not holding a candle, resting gently and gingerly on his shoulder as she moves to rest on the ground next to him. The hand is soon removed silently while she works on the few candles she'd brought along on her own, a deep breath in and out taken as she calms her nerves.
She's cried long enough over these. Felt enough emotions for each and every single one of them.
"The first place off of this train and it's for this purpose," she states simply enough, though there's little other words for the moment. She's certain he can read the meaning in those words without her needing to elaborate.
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He knows that she, too, had lost many. Truly he thinks she's lost even more. Her entire clan; ancestors and relatives. Friends, her husband, and many others he may not even be aware of. At some point, himself. Her children. The list seemed to be unending. His grasp on her hand drops as she works on lighting a few candles. He is silent, head bowed in thought.
"Perhaps more apt than either you or I would wish to admit," he speaks. Silent another moment before asking, "should I leave you to your prayers?"
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If only she wouldn't talk up the entire place with candles for each and every single individual she'd lost over her long years alive. But she'd picked the most relevant for their own and collectives for the rest. So much lost, so many more having suffered, it's the nature of their world. Or, had been, if the newer generation is to be believed.
"I'd prefer the company," she responds, voice softer than it normally is. As she finishes her candles she leans back on her heels to watch them and to take in the area in general. "Every day I wonder if this is truly another chance or something thinking I need to atone." For what? She hasn't a clue. But it doesn't stop her mind from dwelling on it.
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"You've nothing to atone for," his voice quiet, eyes moving over to view her. "Though I can't say I believe its about second chances, either."
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"I believe you're incorrect," she states simply enough, but doesn't elaborate on the point. "What do you believe it's about, then? It feels almost cruel to be breathing again." While others do not. While she's taken away from what should have be reunions and rest, to see those who had passed before her time.
Instead she had been brought back to a world that had been war torn and then brought here. It's almost a joke, in a way.
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"Well, I'll let you have your belief but don't let it cloud the future. We're here, he have to deal with the weight of ourselves." Unravel wisely, as it were. Tobirama Senju, always good at giving stern advice and being an astronomical hypocrite. He releases a long sigh, though, head dipping when she speaks of the cruelty it is that they live and others don't. "It is cruel, and the reason I... do not know, do not understand, but I can't quite believe its for second chances." His eyes shift toward her again. "You know me, forever skeptical."