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[repeatingfate.livejournal.com]

When I was back at home, around this time of year, we had a festival called Watanagashi. It was the big event of the year when I was back at home, and I was the shrine maiden who did the festival dance. After it was over, we took cotton from a torn-apart futon and sent it floating down the river. The cotton soaked up any sin you'd done that year, and you let it go and...yes.

What kind of festivals happened when you were home? I want to hear about them.

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[teabastard.livejournal.com]

Not really this time of year, but in November we make effigies of a man called Guy Fawkes, parade it around villages and then throw it onto a bonfire to burn. There are fireworks and sweets and food too.

[repeatingfate.livejournal.com]

Fireworks and sweets, those sound fun! But why do you burn up an effigy of that man?

[teabastard.livejournal.com]

Because he tried to blow up the Houses or Parliament. He was captured and tortured and died an appropriately painful death. This is how we remember him.

[repeatingfate.livejournal.com]

Well, that's certainly one way to remember someone. Not that I think he was so good for trying to blow up important places, he definitely wasn't, but...I don't think anyone needs to die really painfully.