THE RITUAL HAS BEGUN
WHO: Calvin, OPEN
WHERE: Battery Park
WHEN: Sunday afternoon
WARNINGS: Irresponsible use of flammable materials
SUMMARY: It is Fall, which means it is time for Calvin's unique take on theology
FORMAT: Prose
Through the creative use of his stupendous powers and the thorough wasting of an afternoon, Calvin had successfully gathered up almost every fallen leaf in Battery Park into a gargantuan pile of multicoloured foliage. It was surrounded by five smaller piles joined to the central mass, in keeping with the ancient rites Calvin had made up over breakfast that morning.
If he was to be completely honest, Calvin was still a little shaken by the attack on the school that had happened so recently. It seemed almost surreal to be doing something like this so soon after something so... intense. But Dr. McCoy was back, right? Everybody was looking for the bad guys, right? So everything was going to be fine and there was no point dwelling on things! Especially not while there was an important tradition to be observed, a tradition that could very well affect everyone's joy and happiness for the rest of the year.
Calvin dropped to his knees in front of the pile. There was a can of lighter fluid next to him, acquired from a barbecue through completely honest and legitimate means. Raising his hands, Calvin cried aloud to the sky:
"Oh great and mighty snow demons! Your humble and unworthy servant hereby offers you this pile of leaves as a burnt sacrifice! Let their flames appease your terrible natures! May you grant mercy to us in coming months in the form of a cold and snowy winter! Let the drifts rise high! Let the winds blow! Let the snow be packable! Let Christmas be white and cheery! Let school be closed! I beg of you, grant me this boon!"
Someone should probably stop him before he gets into the chanting.
WHERE: Battery Park
WHEN: Sunday afternoon
WARNINGS: Irresponsible use of flammable materials
SUMMARY: It is Fall, which means it is time for Calvin's unique take on theology
FORMAT: Prose
Through the creative use of his stupendous powers and the thorough wasting of an afternoon, Calvin had successfully gathered up almost every fallen leaf in Battery Park into a gargantuan pile of multicoloured foliage. It was surrounded by five smaller piles joined to the central mass, in keeping with the ancient rites Calvin had made up over breakfast that morning.
If he was to be completely honest, Calvin was still a little shaken by the attack on the school that had happened so recently. It seemed almost surreal to be doing something like this so soon after something so... intense. But Dr. McCoy was back, right? Everybody was looking for the bad guys, right? So everything was going to be fine and there was no point dwelling on things! Especially not while there was an important tradition to be observed, a tradition that could very well affect everyone's joy and happiness for the rest of the year.
Calvin dropped to his knees in front of the pile. There was a can of lighter fluid next to him, acquired from a barbecue through completely honest and legitimate means. Raising his hands, Calvin cried aloud to the sky:
"Oh great and mighty snow demons! Your humble and unworthy servant hereby offers you this pile of leaves as a burnt sacrifice! Let their flames appease your terrible natures! May you grant mercy to us in coming months in the form of a cold and snowy winter! Let the drifts rise high! Let the winds blow! Let the snow be packable! Let Christmas be white and cheery! Let school be closed! I beg of you, grant me this boon!"
Someone should probably stop him before he gets into the chanting.