July 24th, 2024

𝕋he changing of seasons has long been a thing of magic and mythos. The passage of time is a violent, uncompassionate mistress, despite her necessity, with the cycles of life and death in permanent rotation, neither ever managing to overtake the other in their antediluvian race. Today, however, they would finally face each other head-on on the battlefield, even if it was only for one climactic (and climatic) afternoon.

On one side of the arena, the same glacial landscape that had dominated the camp thus far has been magnified exponentially, with frigid, icy winds, large drifts of snow, and a few cheery snowmen (who were dressed remarkably similar to some of the more popular professors, though you'd never be able to prove it) gave life to an otherwise barren landscape. Warming charms had been provided for the denizens of Team Winter, as well as cheerfully vibrant hats, earmuffs, and mittens available at the entrance, if you preferred to make a more fashionable statement. If you were unlucky enough to have never made a snowball before, a charmingly lopsided handmade sign by the door laid out some step-by-step instructions to help turn you into Team Winter's perfect cannon fodder.

On the other side of the arena was what likely qualified as a sight for sore eyes for anyone who'd come to Summer Camp actually expecting a Summer Camp. Warm sand and rolling waves called out to passersby like a sirensong, luring the children of Team Summer to the most nefarious trap of them all: adorable little sandcastle kingdoms, populated entirely by tiny little crabs. Mimicking the snow mounds of Team Winter, a dozen or so sand dunes were spread out around this side of the arena, providing a convenient place for cover for the main event. Sunglasses, sunhats, and sunscreen (that's a lot of sun!) were available to pick up by the entrance, and buckets of water balloons waited patiently for their wielders in various spots around the summer half of the arena.

The two seasons met haphazardly in a middle, a sharp, inelegant clash between two extremes. There was no gentle transition to be seen here, and a player could easily stand in the center in the arena and have half their body in each season. (The organizers cannot, in good conscience, recommend this. Imagine the tan lines!)

The two moderators of the event, @Sage Willows and @Rebecca Lark, would be seen standing by the entrance until the last of the players had made their way into the arena. Once everyone was in position, each of them would make their way to their respective team's territory (Sage to Winter, and Rebecca to summer) and take their marks, calling their teams to order. Together, they would count down from three before simultaneously blowing their whistles, signaling the fight to begin.

OOC: This is the spectator thread for the Battle of the Seasons event, linked here. All ic and ooc site rules apply, and all posts must be at least 200 words long. Please remember that, as a spectator, you cannot directly interact with anyone in the main event thread.