Event | Sinbrilee | Bacchanal

[ironwood]

Characters: Any and all!
Date: August 24 - 30th
Location: Sinbrilee
Situation: An ancient festival of an ancient city, all are welcome at the Bacchanal!
Warnings/Rating: Please label threads as appropriate.

Death and destruction cannot curtail the single most important festival celebrated by the denizens of Sinbrilee: The Bacchanal! The ghosts in and about the city have begun to gossip about high fashion and festivities, sending any that inquire to the Amphitheatre -- a grand, circular structure nestled in the west side of the city.

This structure bore the fall of Sinbrilee and the wear of time with dignity, having lost handfuls of archways and one long stretch of wall to crumbling decay. Despite this, it is obvious that the amphitheatre once hosted many a display and every more festivities than the mind can grasp. This was their solace and safety; here is where the people of Sinbrilee came to find the mind's escape from all that threatened them and their great turtle.

Ghosts have been busy throughout the week, clearing paths through debris and hanging great cloth banners of soft blues and greens to disguise the more blatant signs of its decline. Many hundreds of them shimmer and slid through the area, providing for tables upon tables of food, offering drink, and overseeing competition of sport and skill (some even denying death's non-corporeal curse to enter).

Here, well... Here is where the party begins!

Food & Drink | Music, Discussions, & Dancing | Wrestling & Competitions

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Shayera

[wingedwarrior]

[Shayera came that night ready to forget about the horrors that happened in the month, and she came dressed to turn a few heads. The back of it is just as stunning as the front, and perfectly made to give her wings a little room to move (just ignore that she added the high slit herself). She put a little effort into her look for the party, her hair curled just so and with a light layer of makeup to match. This evening, she's going to be focusing on just having a good time, dancing, mingling, the usual things one would do at parties. She'd be happy to dance with anyone who gave her an open invitation, too.

She will, of course, be going over to the couches to rest every now and then. She can handle superpowered villains on her own just fine, but parties can just be draining sometimes. It feels nice to just relax and listen to the music, too, even if dancing was just as fun. She leans back on the couch, letting some much needed relaxation wash over her.]

[imaginate]

[Parties are draining, especially when a certain family member sets you up with the guy he's tag teaming and then ditches you conveniently under the pretence of getting more drinks. However, he can't leave her to herself for long. They've had so much misery lately, and he just wants to see her laugh, with that little hitch in her breath he doesn't think she notices, when she's truly having fun.]

[So when she's alone, he pounces, holding out his hand, his intentions clear.]

[wingedwarrior]

[Honestly, even when she was alone at the party, she found it hard for her thoughts to drift back to the other events in Sinbrilee. It was far too jovial here for her to think of anything but having a good time. And her happiness only increases when Kyle shows up again, with his hand extended. She grins before taking his hand, giving his shoulder a teasing nudge.] You're absolutely adorable, I hope you know that.

[imaginate]

[His bright grin just goes all the way up to a full Cheshire Cat smile, and pulls her onto the dance floor. It's a fast song, and he gets into the swing of it.]

Told you you'd be saying it.

[wingedwarrior]

Don't let it go to your head, you got lucky. [Even though Shayera knows damn well she wouldn't have had nearly as much fun as she did tonight without a buttload of help from Kyle. Shayera finds herself moving fluidly to the music, just cutting loose and enjoying herself.]

Thank you, Kyle. For everything you did tonight. And before you say anything [She holds up a finger!] I don't give a care if we are family, I can still say thank you when I want.

[imaginate]

Luck of the Irish, you know what they say.

[He grins at her as they spin.]

Come on, that charm was all you. I just bought the dress.

[wingedwarrior]

Having that much luck should be a crime. [You know what, she's going for full on ridiculous here, and she's grabbing your hands to spin you.]

And let me... let's say modify it. [Yeah, that's a nice way of putting it.] Didn't think I'd be able to pull tonight off.

oh hai.

[myownhand]

[And here comes Merida creeping up besides Shayera. She's trying not to be a creeper and look at her wings... but she can't help but be slightly entraced.

Well, when in doubt, be blunt.

She leans over and, almost bashfully, asks.]

Excuse me-- [Oh god she still doesn't know the proper terms... ] m'lady, are those real?

[She gestures to her wings.]

whoa stranger danger

[wingedwarrior]

[Creep? Around Shayera? Nope. It's not like she's about to go on the attack, but she is wary of Merida at first. But once she asks about her wings (and Shayera sees how polite she is), she scoots over on the couch to make room for her.] Yeah. [She unfolds them just so, to show a little more detail.] Perfect for flying, too.

[myownhand]

[She lights up in pure delight at the display.]

That's amazin'! [Don't mind as she gets up close, but she'll be careful not to touch. Lord know she didn't like when people grabbed at her hair with out her permission] Are you... some kind of faerie?

[wingedwarrior]

[First an angel, now a faerie... what will they call her next? But you know, Shayera can't help but take advantage of this opportunity. There's a little smirk on her face for all of a second before her composure is a little more serious.] Yes. But don't touch the wings, or they'll cast a spell and turn you into a bird. And then the boss faerie will get ticked at me.

1/2

[myownhand]

[---NOPE. BACKING UP. BACKING ALL THE WAY UP.]

[myownhand]

[----]

Y'wouldn't happen t'know any witches, would you?



[TURNING PEOPLE INTO ANIMALS SEEMED TO BE A V. SPECIFIC MARKET.]

[wingedwarrior]

[... oh WHY THE HELL NOT.] Yeah. Looks like a giant bat, dressed all in black, very dangerous person. Do not get him mad.

[parallels]

[Clara is on the couch next to her, curled up and reading a book. Her shoes have been kicked off and her hair is starting to fall out of the knot on her head. When someone sits next to her she looks up. She knows Shayera via Kyle, but not that well. Still it's polite to say hello.]

Exhausting, isn't it?

[wingedwarrior]

[And Shayera is going to be the first person not to make a comment that she's reading a book at a party. Whatever works. She kicks her shoes off, rubbing her feet to comfort them.] Yeah, but it's still fun. I haven't been to a party like this in ages.

[She cranes her neck, trying to get a look at the title of the book.] What are you reading?

[parallels]

Me either. I think I'm starting to see the appeal. Except the sore feet.

[Clara smiles, comforted by the lack of teasing, and raises the book to Shayera can see.]

Chaucer. Canterbury Tales. Never read it in University and figured I'd give it a go now.

[wingedwarrior]

At least they make us take off our shoes, so that's a small joy. [Seriously, next time she's wearing flats to one of these things.]

I heard about that on Earth a few times. It's a pretty popular read, isn't it?

[parallels]

True. I'm terrible at walking in heels, let alone dancing.

[She nods and gives an embarrassed laugh.] We usually read it in University but my professor wasn't a fan. Suppose, it is a bit... thick to wade through sometimes.

[wingedwarrior]

I try to avoid them if I can. Special occasion kinda thing.

[She just shrugs.] There could be worse things to read. Besides, everyone's got preferences. It's at least nice to have something for a little downtime at a party.

[hackingyoursensors]

[It was Hawkgirl. From the future or maybe an unfamiliar world entirely. Dick hadn't been keeping close tabs on the network like he should.]

[Dick's happily flitting from here to there, letting the (relative) normalcy and peace hold his bad memories at bay.]

[He walks over to her, smiling.]

Nice party, right?

[wingedwarrior]

[Normally, she'd be a little confused about why a kid was talking to her. But this was a party, and parties were meant for mingling. She gives him a smile in return.] I'll say. It's one heck of a celebration, bigger than some I've seen.

[And she goes to a bar to celebrate, that's saying something.]

[hackingyoursensors]

You should've been here for the Midwinter Masque last December. That was a party to remember. This one's not so bad, though.

[wingedwarrior]

[She raises an eyebrow curiously.] What happened then to make it so memorable?

[hackingyoursensors]

Wish I could say someone tried to swan dive into the punch bowl but that wasn't it. It was mostly the masks and the costumes. The Masque was based on someone's tradition from their homeworld, so that was kind of cool.