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

Will Graham | OTA | Prose or action is cool, w/e

[seetoomuch_dontseeenough]

Another body for the outskirts of the dance floor. He's dressed rather nicely considering his usual state of dress, wearing a pair of glasses he purchased not long after his arrival. Will isn't much of a dancer, but he doesn't mind watching the ghosts and other guests enjoying themselves. He avoids joining any of the couches, not terribly comfortable getting into a debate with anyone right now.

He's not as nervous as he would be in such a populated setting though, living populous or otherwise. Will had gone to the baths in Sinbrilee before coming and the calming waters had eased his restlessness some. He would have been worried about seeing Abigail or Hannibal here, especially the latter, but instead he just relaxes, looking over the people in attendance and listening to the music play.

[[ooc: Feel free to have your character approach Will or he can wander across your character if you have a threadstarter up.]]

i hope action is ok

[bloodsplatters]

[ Dexter isn't much of a dancer, either. He never went to things like prom and winter formal as a kid... People aren't really his area of expertise unless they're dead or fit the code. His dress isn't as formal, as ties are too stuffy and an untucked shirt, linen pants, and boat shoes are far more comfortable. The drinks and dancing remind him of a club in Miami, but without the heavy Latin influence.

He notices a man standing by himself, probably of the same non-dancing breed as Dexter, roughly the same age. Most men in their mid-thirties would jump at the chance to dance with some of the women here. ]

Not big on dancing?

[ At least, with this, Dexter can continue to watch the people and make mental notes about them. See if anybody looks out of place, like they have something to hide, like they may meet the code. ]

action is always ok, forever ok

[seetoomuch_dontseeenough]

[Will looks over to Dexter, eyes making a quick pass over his features before looking back out to the dance floor again. Well, he shouldn't be surprised that someone approached him. This is a social gathering, after all.]

There's a level of intimacy involved. I'm not terribly connected with anyone here.

[bloodsplatters]

Yeah, I don't connect with people easily.

[ And if I do, it's faked. People fake a lot of human interaction, but I fake most of them... And I do it well. ]

[seetoomuch_dontseeenough]

[Can't fake it if you avoid it in the first place! /jazz hands]

I do. Too easily, [hah] so I try to hold everyone at arms length.

[monstrous]

Toby is a fellow resident of the outskirts of the dance floor. This will not stop him from commenting on Will's activities, or lack thereof.

Toby has a drink in hand as he sidles up to stand near Will. "The way you're floating about I might almost mistake you for one of the ghosts." Toby engages in people watching, his gaze not on Will even as he talks to him and stands beside him. He takes a sip of his drink. "Except for, you know, the whole human looking aspect."

[seetoomuch_dontseeenough]

The outskirt of the dance floor should have a zip code, with how many residents it seems to be attracting.

Will laughs a little bit. "I may as well be sometimes." He makes a quick glance to Toby, before looking back over the crowd of dancers, ghost and living. He preferred not to be noticed so much, but his lack of animal companionship and relatively forced interaction with people he didn't know... He could admit that it wasn't bad, so long as it wasn't overwhelming.

[monstrous]

The outskirts are where all the cool (or not-so-cool) kids hang out apparently.

"Only sometimes?" Toby asks. As far as Toby was concerned, he couldn't really muster the energy to care about any of the people here. He didn't hate them, he didn't love them, it was just a series of casual encounters at the end of the day. It was what most interactions amounted to after so many centuries. There was no reason to invest really into those things which would disappear eventually.

"I usually would've skipped entirely, but it's not every day you get to attend a party hosted by ghosts."

[seetoomuch_dontseeenough]

"It's certainly something I would have never imagined." If his mind had planned any sort of formal dance party with Will in attendance, it certainly wouldn't be so light-hearted. It was definitely pleasant by comparison, Will not even minding the naked wrestling going on off somewhere else for sport. Different times, and there was nothing left of the human body that he could feel embarrassed or ashamed about, unless it came to his own, but that was private business. Sports are definitely not private.

"And I figured coming might encourage me to be less of a hermit." He had a steady start so far.

[depicted]

Dorian Gray is not the sort of flower that grows on walls, but he does enjoy plucking them, if they'll allow it. He never liked patterned wallpaper anyway. So he approaches this one with a pleasant, open smile. He is in his element in a party, and he likes meeting new people. Even ones that don't seem entirely party people. Many of the people he has liked best weren't, after all.

When he speaks, it's with the sort of light friendliness that has never known shyness. "Care to dance, or are you very much content adding to the aesthetics of this corner of the room? Not a criticism; you do it well."

[seetoomuch_dontseeenough]

He probably wouldn't like Will's wallpaper then, because if memory serves, it was old, kind of boring and definitely patterned.

Will's eyebrows slowly raise as he processes Dorian's comment. He's never been approached that way by a man before, this including any social outings he attended in his college days. He's also never considered looking at a guy that way either. But regardless of gender, as a woman could have come up and asked the same thing, he becomes quite flustered.

"I'm not... really the dancing type. But thank you?"

[depicted]

Bad patterned wallpaper reminds him of a very awful night at the Hôtel d'Alsace, and for that reason if no other, he suffered a great deal during the 1970s.

Dorian isn't bothered in the slightest by the rejection, however; when Dorian decides he wants to talk to someone, he does. So it's with gentle amusement that he replies. "I should be hurt, I think, that that was a question. Are you the conversing type?"

[seetoomuch_dontseeenough]

Pretty sure he wasn't the only who found wallpaper from that time distasteful though. It's the little things.

It was a question more by Will's awkwardness than anything else. He's nowhere near as straightforward as Dorian by any means, unless he were to be teaching. But that's simple by comparison, something Will is familiar with. The FBI didn't exactly hold galas or anything.

"Sometimes." He stops there for a moment, considering that he really should be more personable. "Now could be one of them."

action for this one.

[leviathaned]

[This isn't really the kind of dance Sei's into, but he is quite fond of watching people, particularly the wallflowers and sooner or later he's watching Will. He considers ignoring him, but Will's just close enough to the couches that it's not that hard for Sei's voice to carry from where he lounges, one leg crossed over the other to avoid looking any more like an ungodly-tall pile of limbs (it's not working).]

Just here for the people-watching tonight?

action it is

[seetoomuch_dontseeenough]

[Nothing is more of an ungodly-tall pile of limbs than the totem pole he investigated that was actually made of limbs. For a moment, Will isn't sure that he's being spoken to, but he turns slightly to look anyway, catching eye contact with Sei, before quickly focusing to some other general area of his face.]

Old pass-time. [Easy human interaction without interacting.]

[leviathaned]

[Human interaction only applies to humans. Sei notices the quick avoidance of eye contact, and instead of not being a jerk and not mentioning it, he smiles a little more broadly and presses the attack.

He can't get drunk, he's got to distract himself somehow.]

Ahh, are you nervous? You really don't look the sort who's comfortable at this kind of shindig.

[passively]

[Ricardo wasn't actually planning to approach Will, nor did he really notice the man in his way as he made his way through the crowd. Shorter than most people as he was, in the excitement of the festival not many people are overly careful about where they're putting their bodies and he's even harder for people to spot as they move around without keeping their eyes on the ground. And thus, Ricardo is bumped into roughly by a group of people rushing past, and he loses his balance, stumbling forward in an attempt to catch himself and knocking face-first into Will's side, then bouncing off to fall right on his butt.]

ah, the typical "protagonist meets their love interest" anime trope... ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

[seetoomuch_dontseeenough]

[Will staggers his footing at the collision so he doesn't fall over himself. Lucky he didn't have a drink on him, or he might've spilled it. He turns to the smaller gentleman as he falls, a few seconds shy of the reflexes to catch him. Then this would have been a real shoujo moment.

He extends a hand to Ricardo.]

Bit of a crowd tonight.

he's too young for you Will...

[passively]

Indeed, it is.

[Ricardo doesn't immediately take that hand. He's in no rush to get up, brushing his sleeve first and then his hands before he reaches up for Will's, although he pushes himself up more than pulls.]

Thank you. I apologize for bumping into you. Are you all right?

[relatable]

[She's not really sure if she should approach him. It's easy to pretend everything is alright, but she knows something is off. It eats at her from inside, all the possibilities it could be. That's what eventually makes her give him a small wave from a little ways away before walking up to him, one hand around her side.

She's still tense, but the smile on her face is genuine for the five seconds it was on her face.]

Hey, Will.

[seetoomuch_dontseeenough]

[He has a brief smile of his own, before the weight of everything he knows piles back in on him. All if it being what he doesn't what her to know that he knows. But there has to be some relief in the thought that they're somewhere public, right? Things won't get too out of hand? For either of them?

He reaches up a moment to take off his glasses, but glances around to all the other folks present and reconsiders.]

Hello Abigail. [There's a flood of so many other words he could say, but simple. Simple for now.]

[relatable]

[She can feel the pressure pushing down on them. His awkwardness is apparent, and he can't hold a lie on his face very well. She wonders if she's so apparent. Can people see how scared she is? Can they see her sins so easily? She hopes not.

Swallowing she looks down and then back at him, trying to seem easy.]

Settling in well?

[bonvivant]

[Hannibal didn't take Will as the type to show up to social gatherings like this, and especially not as the type that would bother dressing properly.

Hannibal was aware that his presence may be upsetting to Will, but alas, he didn't care and approached him anyways. They had to meet in person again sometime, right?]

Hello, Will.

[seetoomuch_dontseeenough]

[This was a new place and he had to make a good impression. That meant not showing up to parties in dirty jeans and sweaters that are three years old. do u like it hannibal do u like the view?

Will looks over at Hannibal, who looks as put together as always. He was envious of how in control he was, and Will took in a breath to keep himself relaxed.]

I imagined you'd probably be here.

[bonvivant]

You know me too well.

[Haha, get it? Because you also know he's a serial killer? Except no, if Will accuses him of that again he'll deny it outright, he just likes messing with him.

And yes, he does appreciate the view.]

Are you doing alright?