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Event | Sinbrilee | Bacchanal
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
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!
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He shakes his head, "...No. No it's not. I'm sorry."
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Right. She starts looking for a topic change. "Would you like a drink with your food?"
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"Don't suppose they'd have anything non-alcoholic."
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"Mark Hoffman." He nods, "...Detective. Formerly LAPD I guess. It's a pleasure to meet you doctor.
Can I ask uh-"
He snags something off a platter, something meaty, "...What kind of doctor?"
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She smiled to him. "My studies lie in medicine, nanotechnology, and biochemistry. At home, I specialize in Evology, but it seems to be something special to my word, thankfully."
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He leaned back, putting his hands around his front as opposed to in his pockets. Restless was the name of the game tonight.
No. He stilled himself, reaching for calm - which might to outside observers give him a slightly dazed look.
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"Basically, I specialize in varying world wide mutations."
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"Or am I completely off base." He is charming. He can be charming sometimes. His sister could attest to that. Running a hand through his hair he shrugs his shoulders, "...what I know about science pretty much amounts to "The sun is hot and not the center of the universe."
And mechanics. Building things. That sort of thing. But he would never, ever, ever own up to that.
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Like a Godzilla-sized Frankenstein experiment gone wrong leveling Manhattan every other Tuesday. Thus is her life. She laughs at his "science knowledge" though.
"We all start somewhere. I imagine you have to know enough to be a detective, though."
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"Interesting." Hoffman nods, and then laughs, "Human puzzles and science puzzles have got to be different. Human puzzles, you can have twenty different answers. Mix water and mud - it makes mud. I mean am I right?"
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