The Superb Owl - RPLOG
From Flexible Survival
Participants
Date
9/2/2025
Log
(Fenris) The gymnasium has been elaborately decorated by an avid amateur. Every wall and ceiling beam is decorated with multicolored streamers and a collection of what seem to be crude cutouts depicting some kind of bird. An excited figure, dressed in oddly colored robes hops about, making final preparations, flitting from decorations to a large plastic table set up like some kind of covered altar. "Come in! Come in!" the little barn owl calls out as curious mutants and agents trickle in.
(Willy) Slowly entering the gym, Will, currently in a Vulptuous Nogitsune form enters, and looks about to try to understand whats going on, and what may be coming. As he steps in, he looks to the Owl, to see what is to come.
(Rulsk) A large, dark furred Timber Wolf pads into the gymnasium, bending down to fit through the doorways. Rulsk glances around at the vivid decorations, then at the little owl hopping around inviting everyone inside. He moves to the edge of the room, to take up less space, and settles down on his haunches to observe the happenings, tail wagging curiously.
(Fenris) The crowd is not a particularly large one. If everyone came to every new cult meeting or promise of a new world order, no one would ever get any work done. The little owl hops his way to the podium set beside the covered altar. The table is covered with a cloth, all sorts of strange and mysterious shapes hidden beneath it. The little barn owl raises his wings for quiet. "Brothers and Sister!" he hoots, then flinches as the microphone screeches feedback. "Brothers and Sisters!" he starts again, "Welcome! Too long we have neglected the worship of the true gods of this land! The true gods of America!" He looks around, waxing rapturous. "Today is a holy day, brothers and sisters! The holiest of holy days! Forgive my inadequate temple, but the great temples lie in ruins, the churches in which throngs once worshipped are desolate, occupied by animals and mad mutants, waiting for the faithful to return! We must renew the worship of the old gods! They will bring prosperity and order!" Many of the audience listen with intense curiosity, others with skepticism.
(Everdeene) Everdeene The doors open as a Shadow Dragoness peeks in, then, to avoid interrupting the ongoing activity and speech, quietly makes her way next to the others that have made their way into the room, laying on the ground with her tauric form, watching with interest and intrigue.
(Rulsk) Rulsk tilts his head at the owl's mention of true gods and glances around at the surrounding room. He gives a hum as he reappraises it and then nods. He wags his tail when he sees Everdeene enter, happy to see a friend. He turns his attention back to the bombastic owl and keeps listening to the sermon.
(Willy) Willy looks there rather awestruck, before he starts laughing his body shaking a little and jiggiling with the laugh. "I ummm...am sorry but "America hasn't been a thing since such befelled this place...not to mention as I recall...seperation of Church and state. There are no gods to which you speak."
(Fenris) "Your blasphemy is forgiven," the little owl intones, waving his wings, continuing his oration, "This was once a day of miracles and music! Of rejoicing and worship! Many gods were praised, and the pantheon was varied and constantly changing, but once all of America gathered on this day each year in great temples and churches across the land to worship of the greatest of all their gods! THE SUPERB OWL!" With that statement, the little owl flaps up and pulls a cord, releasing a huge, rolled up cutout of what, with a little imagination, is an owl painted in splashes of many colors.
(Rulsk) Rulsk has several questions, increasingly more the more he listens. He voices the most burning of them with a rough, unpracticed voice, "...What is America? I thought this was Fairhaven?" The wolf tilts his head to the other side and examines the Superb Owl, enraptured by the vibrant colors.
(Willy) Willy winces at the statement, as he sees the claim. He starts to say something but stops deciding to perhaps play along a little. "I see...it is a powerful god by the look. If I may ask, where did you find such scriptures?"
(Bleu) Bleu is late, fashionably so, but he walks into the room like he owns the place. "You started without me?"
(Everdeene) Everdeene nods, "It is... quite interesting to say the least, I must agree, it is surprising that no one else had found this before now..." she moves up beside Rulsk to examine the cutout more closely.
(Fenris) "I was granted a vision!" the little owl crows, "Behold!" A creen rolls slowly down. Painfully slowly. Then a reel starts to play from an ancient projector, showing what some people might recognize as a choppy highlight reel of super bowl ads. They are certainly dizzying, and the quality is less than great. "I have pieced together the ancient worship from texts and broken videos like this one, from the country of the before times! Before the Promethean virus brought us into darkness!" He flutters to the altar and whisks away the cover, revealing a spread of dips and chips and all sorts of junk food, apparently modeled after the old ads. "Come! Partake of the sacraments to the Superb Owl!"
(Willy) Willy 's only reaction to this is laughter, as he keeps himself steady and just laugh considerably as he thinks of all of this. Steading himself after a moment he chuckles "S...Sorry...." he says "All of this...umm...anyway. To answer your question, America was the nation that Fairhaven was a city of, before Z-Day caused stuff to crumble." he says before returning to the Owl. "Ummm...I'm sorry my friend. But you are horribly deluded. Especially as an Owl was never the meaning of such the Yearly event."
(Bleu) Bleu coughs awkwardly. "Are you... Talking about... The 'Super Bowl'?" He's pre-P-day, so he certainly recognizes football. And football snacks. "That's not a..." He sighs. "You know what, nevermind."
(Rulsk) Rulsk glances to Willy, then over to the food, then to Bleu, then back to the food. He muses, "So... America was a nation and they worshipped owls... and had lots of... tasty food..." He presses his side close to Everdeene, and his tail wags softly. He rumbles, "I mean... it can't hurt to try, right?" as his stomach growls hungrily.
