uh every sweep a hundred rowdy bluebloods beat each other to death somewhere in the mountains. the winner is the blue king and then they appoint a friend or partner the blue queen. they’re basically the top boss of the non-city blues.
ok that is fucking fantastic. if i could think of a way for bel to get roped into it it’d be the best plot. he’s very city, though. hmmm.
the tournament is something you spend most of the sweep working your way towards getting a ticket into through various globe-trotting acts of recklessly deranged derring-do, so, it’s easy enough to keep your nose out of it, though of course the course of the try-outs and various qualifying tournaments leading up to the main bloodbath are televised and heavily spectated.
still tho i think city blues are mostly wrapped up in local politics, which consist of a continuous zany circus of intersecting clusterfucks including but not limited to: ferals, zombies, revenants, drug-mad lowbloods on rampages, highblood hunting parties, all fool’s day, someone’s livestock pens getting tipped over due to shenanigans, a highblood’s livestock pens getting tipped over to shenanigans and the beasts they stable tend to eat half a ton of fresh meat a day and have unpleasant dispositions, gardening projects gone awry, marketing schemes gone horrifically awry, the occasional belligerent clown cultist punk bacchanalia, and roughly two million armed and volatile teenagers figuring out new and exciting ways to make things, break things, and screw one another over.