Rachel Berry ★

Adstringendum!

[Have a cheerful Rachel Berry on your screen. She's sitting on the steps of Solve, because even though it's a little late, it's a nice night out, and Rachel loves the fall. She loves winter best -- but, well, her birthday is in December, so that makes some amount of sense. Her dog, Evita, has her head on her lap, watching Rachel plantively. The teenage pats the dog between the ears, pausing for a moment before clearing her throat.]

So, through some quick calculations, I would like to announce that Rosh Hashanah is next week, from September 28th to September 30th. Barring there are no extraordinarily trying events, I would like to organize a festival of sorts to those that observe it -- or to those who wish to celebrate with me, as... I don't think there are very many Jewish people here.

[She frowns to herself faintly, at the thought, before quickly plowing forward.]

It's the celebration of creation -- which, really, anyone can observe, but it's really for those who feel a connection to God. Which is what it's about -- the connection between God and humanity. And -- well, so I suppose not everyone can celebrate it, seeing as we have some atheists in the crowd, but -- regardless! I would love it if some people could celebrate it with me. And if not -- well, I won't be available for those two days for any impromptu concerts or anything of the sort, because I will be observing the holiday.

Thank you! And remember, if you do show up -- please bring some food? And -- well, it's hard here, but try to make it kosher.

[Rachel frowns to herself.]

And not dripping in blood.

[Rachel is at a booth -- specifically, a game of skee ball. The wooden ball is clutched in her hands and she looks woefully unsure of herself. However, the individual running the stand encourages her to take a shot, and so Rachel does, the ball racing along the wooden track to sink neatly into the outmost ring, earning Rachel a tiny beaded bracelet.

Her jaw sets into a scowl at the small prize before she slides another smooth stone towards the operator, earning another wooden ball. She takes another shot, but it goes awry, and it lands once more in the lowest scoring ring. She earns another gaudy piece of costume jewelry and the operator of the booth seems to tell Rachel to try something else, but Rachel Barbra Berry is on a mission now.

The feed continues for at least twenty minutes -- Rachel pushing another stone forward and earning another ball. She gets a heap of small prizes -- plastic rings, tiny stuffed mice, a pencil with a rabbit eraser on it -- but eventually, Rachel lines up, and sinks the wooden ball in the direct center, on her very last stone, to earn a prize of her choice.

She selects a blue bear with a star on his stomach instantly, accepting the bear and her prizes -- which the operator has put into a bag for her -- with the first bright smile she has worn in at least a week. She holds up the bear, to inspect it, and her smile turns slightly watery, but she puts on a brave face all the same, before she speaks to the booth operator.]

Gold stars are my thing, you know. I sign my name with a gold star -- because gold stars are a metaphor, and metaphors are very important. They're a metaphor for me being a star.

[She pauses before she hugs the bear to her chest, ignoring the operator's lack of interest in her statement in favor of smiling to herself.]

I think I've forgotten that, lately.

[She beams at the operator before wandering off, taking up her PCD, with her Care Bear, after tossing a friendly:]

Thank you!

[Over her shoulder with a hum as she moves to the next ride.]