Airgead's
The newest Criú has been at Airgead's for about 30 minutes. They've managed to find a table in the pub. There's quite a crowd tonight - the place is packed to capacity. Curiously, the overlarge crowd consists of no students from other 'majors,' only Bairdéir. Once you start really looking around, there aren't even any current Bairdéir students - everyone here is a graduate, recent or otherwise.
Everyone is conversing, laughing, and having a generally fantastic time. This yearly gathering, which none of you have been aware of until just after your graduation, combines the traditional celebration of the new year with an honoring of recent graduates to the ranks of Bairdéir. It is also a time for as many of the living Bairdéir to gather and renew their fellowship, since their lives keep them apart so much.
About one hour before the bells are due to ring in the new year, a hush falls over the crowd and five caped and hooded figures enter the room. A gruff voice issues from under the hood of the first, plainly a man.
"GardáChéile, we ask your courtesy. May we enter your celebration?"
[sblock=OOC for All]GardáChéile, which translates as 'shieldmate' or comrade is how the Bairdéir call themselves and each other - a sort of title, greeting, etc.[/sblock]
The words have a curious formality, as though this is part of an old ritual.
Naíolann anSíocháin, as the 'ranking' Bairdéir present, replies: "You are welcome here, enter and celebrate with us."
The five pull down their hoods and remove their cloaks, revealing themselves as Matháir and her four consort Kings - Bunú, Stamhlaí, Aibhleog, and Brónach. As they move into the room, they are treated just like everyone else. Apparantly, this celebration gives no particular reverence to their position/rank.