The central "Kiva" of Puebo Bonito is a 200 meter biodome, bathed in the dim light of the Baffin sun.
Assembled there was the full Compliment of Temporary Autonomous Zoners, other Zoner Guards and Dignitaries, Epopts, Popes, Tsars, Acolytes, and even a surprise visit by a fellow Discordian Prophet.
Mal turned his head and offerred Cadmus a smile and a finger-to-nose wink before facing the congretation again.
"Let us begin the Agape Ludens! In Honor of Amor Fou, and the Biggest Apple of them all, Eris Discoria!"
Malaclypse slowy turned towards the central Spire, the Temple Tower, of the Pueblo, and raised his arms out to the sides, palms facing upwards..
"Pistle sie nie, wahrend sie Whiss!" he chanted, "O hail Eris!"
Charlie Koskinen stood in the crowd with hundreds, perhaps thousands of others, listening as Mal opened up the ceremony. A surpising number of people had shown up for the festivities, and the dome was quite packed.
"Pistle sie nie, wahrend sie Whiss!" Charlie merrily chorused, "O Hail Eris!"
It was a time of relief for Charlie. For one thing, it was the end of Gaunt. That meant that Charlie could start breathing openly again. He had given breathing up for Gaunt, as suggested by Mal, but Charlie couldn't last more than five days. So he would often take several deep breaths when Mal had his back turned.
Charlie shoved his way through the crowd towards the edge of the biodome, where the ceiling was lower, and plucked one of the many lollypops suspended from the struts that supported the glass dome. He'd be back for the feast, but for now, Charlie headed back to his quarters. He couldn't stay for the rest of the opening ceremony. He had to prepare for Jake Day, after all.
Bernhard Lessens, captain of the TAZ gunboat Precious Mao, was having the time of his life. He was fairly new to this lifestyle, having only joined with the Discordians a few months ago. As such, he had never attended an Agape Ludens festival, or any other sort of festival, for that matter. Caught up in the moment, he found he couldn't stop smiling at everything around him. The banners displaying the Discordian saints, the buffet tables of squid-stuffed pineapples and fresh hot dogs, and the multitude of people around him, all joining in on the fun. It was all so exciting and new!
Bernhard eagerly awaited the next part of the chant...
Samantha had decided to await news of her quarry here, it had been a few days since his dissapearance from Liberty and he hadn't yet resurfaced, so she was taking the time to enjoy her stay with the odd TAZ fellows. She'd passed through baffin a few times over the last year and had gotten to know a few of the customs and oddities of the TAZ.
She had decided to attend the opening ceremony after having agreed with one of her Zoner pals, Well agreed wasn't quite the right word, she'd tried to give up vengeance for Gaunt, but had failed miserably and now found herself attending the next five TAZ ceremonies, and all of them whilst wearing clown shoes and a red wig.
"Note to self" she muttered "Don't make bets with Ozzie whilst off my face on Shasta Rum."
She found herself getting caught up in the atmosphere and chanted with the crowd.
"Sya-dasti," she repeated, "O hail Eris!"
Saint Del is considered a holy healer of diseases of children, but also as a protector of cattle.
Malaclypse noticed the slightly famiilar young lady, despite the rather large red probocis. He waved, while crossing his eyes and protruding his tongue.
He next turned towards the Tower of Podge. His voice changed, a contrary voice, as if he were arguing with himself.
"Sya-davak-tavya," Mal chanted now. "All that I tell you is false."
Ozzie Mandias, Lord of Somewhere and Chief Arbiter of That thing Over There stood expectantly, dressed in his familiar dress, although he continually claimed it was a robe, but no amount of gold trim and sequins could disguise the floral pattern and low cut neckline, swayed in time to the chanting whilst gorging himself on hotdogs. Despite their being forbidden during Guant he'd lusted after the familiar scent of Potential-Pork and now, finally he could bite into it.
"Sya-davak-tavya," He chanted, "O hail Eris!"
his mouth full of Potential-Pork
Saint Del is considered a holy healer of diseases of children, but also as a protector of cattle.
The party was really getting the spirit of Amor Fou now. Mal glanced at the buffet table, hoping thay there'd be a dab of Kyushu Mud Weasal Pate left by the time they were through.
His gut rumbled, but he pressed on. Once again, he jigged, and again faced the tallest spire visible through the biodomes glasteel segments. Arms raised, and
"Sya-dasti-sya-nasti," Mal intoned. "All that I tell you is meaningless."
Pope Mad John Rackham stepped forward from the crowd, ragged brown robes flowing in the breeze. His brow was furrowed as he concentrated on not believing a word of what was being said, whilst at the same time, waving a cheese and pineapple cocktail stick in his right hand to distract the truth.
"Sya-dasti-sya-nasti," "All that I listen to is meaningless."
Susan danced happily in the crowd, while chanting along with everybody else. Her large dress smothered a few people behind her, as it was approximately 9 meters in diameter, and her veil prevented everyone from looking in, and pretty much prevented her from looking out. So as she danced, she proceeded to clear a wide berth around her. People seemed to flee in all directions and she innocently wondered is she had put on the wrong perfume...
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