Event | Sinbrilee | Bacchanal

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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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Isaac Lahey l Teen Wolf

[bereavements]

[ Much like a trainwreck in slow motion, Isaac can't look away from the strange nude ghost wrestling. He feels like a rubbernecker, slowing down by the side of the road and watching the aftermath of the wreck of the day. Except, this wreck is naked people. And hey, Isaac is nothing if not a curious, attractive teenager. So, while his expression says 'What even is this?', he's also enjoying it. It's entertainment. ]

[traitorously]

[Catty is also a teenager, and currently experiencing much the same problem as Isaac right now. She tilts her head to one side as she watches, before wrinkling her nose. Yep, dicks are still ugly.

She spots Isaac nearby, and moves over to him, striking up a conversation with no apparent trace of self-consciousness] So, what I'm wondering is, do these ghosts spend the whole afterlife naked? Or can they like, put on their ghost outfits and take them off again?

[bereavements]

[ Wow, Catty, dicks aren't that bad. But, dicks are not why Isaac is watching.

Confidence, you say? What an attractive quality. Isaac gives a quick glance to her as she sidles up next to him before regarding the match again. ] Some of the other ghosts have outfits. So, I think it's the latter. [ He makes a face, looking at her again. ] But what happens to the ghost clothes they take off? [ Does it disappear? ] Or, maybe everyone who died naked is eligible for wrestling.

[traitorously]

Maybe there's a pile of ghost clothes somewhere. Or a ghost wardrobe. [That last comment gets a grin out of her] Wouldn't that be horrible, though? If your life's passion was wrestling, but you died in clothes that couldn't be taken off, so you couldn't do it in the afterlife?

[There's a pause] Oh! I'm Catty, by the way. [She holds out her hand to shake]

[bereavements]

Think we can raid ghost wardrobe?

[ A smirk, looking at her again. ] That'd be the definition of hell to them. Though, they could wrestle. They'd just just have to do it clothes. [ But, maybe it's against the rules. Oh, a hand, he'll shake it! ] Isaac. Admit it, you love watching naked wrestling.

[traitorously]

If youcould find me a ghost wardrobe, I would be right there raiding it with you. [That's the kind of thing Catty lives for, tbh.

She laughs at his comment, before tilting her head at the wrestlers again. Definitely trainwreck syndrome. Well, mostly] Honestly? I don't think they can wrestle with clothes. Where would they put all the oil? [A beat] Wow, considering the mechanics of ghost oil is definitely way father than I wanted that thought process to go.

[And she's just going to sniff, mock-snobbish] I love no such thing. It's crass, and vulgar, and I seriously can't stop looking what's wrong with me.

[bereavements]

We should go searching. [ He misses mischief. He's been pretty damn good for months.

Admit it. It's impossible to really look away for more than a minute. It's weirdly engrossing. ] You said it. Just saying. [ Hah. ] Forget the ghost oil. What are the mechanics of ghost genitalia? Or, ghost... [ Wait. ] No, you're right. We've taken it far enough.

[ She gets a HONEST TO GOD LAUGH out of him. Let the caps tell you how much that doesn't happen. ] When you find out, let me know, because whatever's wrong with you is wrong with me.

It... just doesn't end.

[traitorously]

I am so on board with this idea, you don't even know. [A pause. Yup, staring again] Just...give me a minute.

[There's a snort, and then she starts to laugh again, along with him] Did you just bring up ghost boners? You totally did, oh my god. [Just going to nudge his shoulder a little. Catty Turner, being overly familiar since the early 2000s] Well, I'm glad I'm not alone in this awful fascination, at least.

idk why but this entire thread... lmao

[bereavements]

Take your time.

[ He's not helping though. He tilts his head. How do they get into that position? ] Does it suddenly feel like we're watching porn? [ A look at her again. ] Wha - no, I - don't -- didn't mean to... [ Not really. ] Awful, awful fascination. [ He shakes his head. ] And... the smaller guy wins. What, did he get more points? Who's even keeping score?

LMAO it's beautiful i love it

[traitorously]

[He brings up porn, and her cheeks turn a little red. Naked wrestling? Totally fine. Porn? Suddenly a prude] It does now. [a beat] I don't usually get my entertainment out of watching naked ghosts wrestle, I swear. Or naked anyone wrestling! Wrestling virgin, here. [Who lets me talk? You'd think dying would help you talk to guys better.

Catty takes a breath, and then smirks a little. Okay, so maybe it's sort of embarrassing, but it's definitely still funny] It's not what you've got, it's how you use it?

as do i. as do i. looove catty

[bereavements]

[ It totally did before. Don't lie, Catty. ] Also a wrestling virgin. Wrestling of all kinds. Naked including.

[ Not too embarrassing, don't worry. A pointed look. ] Clearly.

aah thank you! you do a rad isaac c:

[traitorously]

I'm trying to decide if I've like, improved as a person with this experience, or become morally worse of? [The way her voice lilts at the end turns the statement into a question, like she's looking for his input. Mostly because that's exactly what she's doing.

She just chuckles a little at that last comment] So, questions about naked skills aside, how long've you been on the turtle, Isaac? I'm pretty sure we haven't run into each other before.

alfdfafag <3 ahhhh ty

[bereavements]

I'd say a little from column a, a little from column b but I can think of morally worse things. [ Abusing your son. Doing nothing when a kid almost drowns. Turning two teenagers. Killing a bunch of people. Getting off scot free because you were just a stalker's puppet... He could go on. He's looking at you, kidnapping, murderous Alpha Twins. ]

A week or so. I'm brand new. [ He'd also remember if he'd run into you before. You're really pretty. But, he won't say that because a part of Isaac is still so socially awkward. He needs to find that balance of cockiness to humility. ] What about you?

[relatable]

[Abigail doesn't even know why she's here. Most of her time is spent looking away. Isaac proves a perfect distraction. If she's looking at him there's no naked-- parts to look at.]

Why am I not surprised I'd find you here? [She's joking, shoulders relaxed with a small smile on her face.]

[bereavements]

... Really? You -- expected to find me here? [ What does that say about him? ] It's impossible to look away from. [ That's reason enough! ]

[relatable]

No. Not really. I was joking. [Just casually using him to block her view.]

[bereavements]

Oh. Funny. [ Not...? ]

[relatable]

[Awkward. She tucks a strand of hair back.]

It is weird though-- not you being here. The whole wrestling thing.

[bereavements]

Why does everyone think it's weird? They're just wrestling. People wrestle Schools have wrestling teams.

[relatable]

Naked? [She raises her brows. That's the weird part.]

[bereavements]

Do you have something against the naked body?

[relatable]

[Affronted.] No.

[It's like he just asked her if she's a virgin or something. Which clearly she is, because of the way she's shocked he would ask, and trying to pull off like she's totally fine.

But she isn't.

Even though it's not that. But now he brought up naked bodies, and the things she's seen, she can't unsee.]

[bereavements]

No, sorry - I know - [ He's never good at this. ] I'm just used to it. I had other things to worry about back home. Nudity is -- nudity. I kind of like it? But, I'm a teenager and that's expected of me. Are you curious?

[relatable]

You like nudity or you like naked, ghost wrestling? [Because she's judging one of those.]

Curious...? [About what exactly, because that question can be taken so many ways. She straightens a little before looking at him.]

[bereavements]

I'm a teenager. I like nudity and naked ghost wrestling. [ Hello. ]

About the naked body. Biology.