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

Comments

[passively]

[Ricardo is just short enough to get all of that wine on his head. He stumbles back, raising his hand to wipe the drink off his face before it gets in his eyes.]

... Excuse me.

[saisamour]

[!!!

Well, that is even worse! He almost drops his wine glass in surprise and horror, but somehow manages to right himself just in time. He's still very red in the face, though, as he pats his coat in search for a handkerchief while he sputters,]

A thousand apologies, monsieur! I did not see you there. [Wait, that was rather insulting, wasn't it? He is not entirely sure, but better to be safe.] I-It is in no manner your fault, of course. I had simply been far too deep in thought. [A few more pats and he manages to pull out a white handkerchief from his breast pocket.] Here, monsieur, you may use this.

[passively]

[Silly Marius. Ricardo isn't bothered by the wine, even though he realizes he'll have to get his shirt cleaned later and he hopes it won't stain too badly. But the poor man just looks so flustered by the accident that he's compelled to lift a polite smile to his face and take the handkerchief as not to embarrass him any further.]

That's all right. I should have been watching where I was going myself. Are you sure you're fine with me using this, though? I'm not sure if it would stain the cloth or not, and I wouldn't want to get it dirty.

[saisamour]

[O-Oh, well, at least the man doesn't look as mad as he should have been? So the tension on Marius's shoulders is released a little, and he gives Ricardo an earnest nod.]

You may use it as you see fit; it is of no consequence at all.

[passively]

Then thank you.

[He accepts it, using it to wipe the wine from his face so that he won't be getting it in his eyes. His clothes can't be helped, but he dabs at his collar and his hair, too.]

I'd like to be able to return it to you after cleaning it, though. May I ask your name? I am Ricardo.

[saisamour]

[And Marius looks on, still looking a little bit guilty, but he manages a nod at the introduction, nonetheless!]

I am Marius Pontmercy. It is a pleasure, monsieur. Although... It is not necessary to return my handkerchief.

[passively]

I'd like to, please. It'd feel wrong not to.

... Right, also. Ricardo is fine, Mr. Pontmercy. There's no need to be so formal with a child like me.

[saisamour]

[Oh. To be honest the kid had a very grown-up manner of speaking that Marius had simply assumed he was simply older than he looked and was too non-confrontational to actually ask.

But since it is clear now! He smiles, a little.]

If that is what you wish, Ricardo. Allow me to do something for you in return, at least.

[passively]

You don't have to go that far... although, I happen to be new here, so I don't know most of the people here, yet. If we could get acquainted, I'd be more than glad.

[saisamour]

[Friendship?? 8'D] Then it will be so.

...May I ask how old you are?

[passively]

[Friendship!!]

Thank you, sir, and I'm... ah, twelve years, actually.

[He even adds a small, sheepish smile.]

[saisamour]

Ah. [What nice manners for a 12-year old!]

There is no need to thank me, and you may call me Marius.

[passively]

[Sweet Marius. You'd be surprised by what this child knows -- but he shakes his head for now.]

Would Mr. Marius be all right, then?

[saisamour]

[Marius nods approvingly. The little kid is precious, he thinks, and so unlike Gavroche. Perhaps Gavroche might learn a thing or two from him regarding manners.]

Yes, that will be fine.

[passively]

[Ricardo has tried with his own sort of Gavroche and that one ended up disliking him a lot it was horribly annoying. 8C]

All right. Well, it's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Marius.