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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[skybluejeep]

He sighs a bit, not sure how to address this. The relationship so far was super abrasive and complicated, and had been since day one. There were a lot of jealous feelings there too...which he hated feeling. It felt petty and stupid.

"...because we're basically Scott's pack, and that's just how his life works now. And yours. So...it'll make things easier for all three of us. Right? And. You know. You're not a terrible guy."

[bereavements]

A look, an amused, if resigning himself to his fate, look.

"You're not, either." Isaac and Stiles are nearing a tentative truce. Alert the media. "Besides what I can't tell you, what I can, is that you help. At one point, you save Scott, Boyd's and my life. Because you figure it out. We may not be friends. But, we work together. And we're on the same side."

It's the most he'll get out of Isaac for now but Stiles has earned it. Sure, Stiles ran in half-cocked (read: not cocked) into the arch of Death, the dumbass, but that was his curiosity.

"Just pay attention to the network form now on. And don't go running into bleeding arches."

[skybluejeep]

He shrugs a little bit, looking a bit grim.

"I heard my mom calling my name. My first name. So...yeah. I knew it was bad news. But...they say this is a land between life and death, right? So what if it was actually my mom in there? I couldn't ignore it."

He's not making eye contact, staring at his drink.

[bereavements]

Way to ignore the olive branch and take things to a solemn place, Stilinski. He nods to that, eyeing the dance floor. He's not good at this feelings thing. He doesn't comfort often. And he definitely doesn't comfort Stiles Stilinski.

"It could've been." He gets that. "Sorry I snapped at you. About Lydia. It wasn't my place."

[skybluejeep]

Hey, he's trying to explain why he was in there in the first place. Since Isaac seemed to want to hold it over his head for the rest of forever. Stiles is not stupid, and he's not one to rush in alone to situations. But his dead mother calling his first name? Yeah. That'll get his attention every time.

Of course, they get to the part about Lydia, and he shrugs again. God, Isaac, way to bring up all the uncomfortable stuff at a party.

"No. You're right. I do need to just...not do that. It's kinda creepy, after all, being that guy. We're closer now, but she really seems to prefer guys like Jackson and Aiden. And I'm nothing like either of them."

[bereavements]

Isaac apologized! Or, well, asked him to pay better attention. That's all! Because, Isaac doesn't know how to party without a rave, a kanima, or some tranquilizers.

"Yeah. You're not a dick." This is cause for celebration. Get Isaac being nice to you as long as you can get it, Stiles.

[skybluejeep]

That makes him snort with laughter out of his nose, nearly choking on his grape juice. And then he just laughs out loud, because...yeah, Aiden and Jackson are both mega dicks.

"I agree one hundred percent, and I revel in my non-dick-itude."

He gives Isaac a nudge with one elbow, in a friendly sort of way, and goes back to nodding his head to the music.

"I'm gonna try it. I'm gonna try to meet somebody. Why not, right?"

[bereavements]

Grape juice. Why are you not at least partaking in a little bit of wine, Stiles. It's a bacchanal. They want you to be debaucherous.

"You do that."

Is this what being friends with Stiles is going to be like. More contact? It's weird. But, it's not bad so, don't get that idea.

"Right." Not that that's Isaac's priority. He has enough loyalties to Scott and whatever happened or was happening with Allison that he can't really define. But, just because he won't go looking, doesn't mean he won't be found.

[skybluejeep]

The ghosts wouldn't let him! Mainly because he stupidly said "seventeen" automatically when they asked how old he was. Usually he's faster on the uptake than that, but the newness of it all took him by surprise.

"You should too, you know?"

He wasn't mentioning Erica's name. Because frankly, he wasn't certain how close Erica and Isaac had been. She and Boyd had been closer...shit, Boyd.

[bereavements]

Whoops. He should think faster next time. Isaac had just smirked and gave them an, 'Are you serious' look.

"I should find somebody." He repeats Stiles, not voicing several of his own thoughts. Who would want him, how does he even do that, why do it if they're in another dimension. But, he'd be a hypocrite. "Maybe I will."

[skybluejeep]

Yeah. Major freakin' hypocrite. Although to be fair, Isaac stood a better chance with Allison than Stiles stood with Lydia.

"Hey! And maybe while we're here we can pick up some more of those gummy-gem things. They're handy to have around."

[bereavements]

"Gummy-gem things." Give him a second, no, no, he doesn't remember. "What are those again?"

[skybluejeep]

He glances at him sideways and quirks his mouth a bit.

"You knew all about the death arch, but not about the free food just kickin' around. Isaac, your filtering needs fine tuning."

That was a joke, the language of his therapy sessions coming out there. ADHD was oh so much fun to live with, but every now and then he could use it for the powers of good. Or sarcasm. How many times had he heard that over the years, after all?

"Sorry. Anyway. They look like and feel like rubies, emeralds, whatever. But they're edible and they're delicious. I've stocked up my kitchen big time. There was rationing going on before we got here, you know? I don't want to get caught without food."

[bereavements]

"I'll work on my filtering."

He's deadpan but they really reached a friendly point in their conversation and perhaps in their friendship altogether. Isaac and Stiles have more in common then even they know. Dry sarcasm is one of those things.

"I heard about the rationing." A beat. "We can just take it?"

[skybluejeep]

"Yup. How do you think I got my awesome new weapons?"

He grins again, honestly appreciating Isaac's sense of humor for the moment. Dry sarcasm is an art form in its own right, and Isaac has a good grasp of it. And, hell, they had Scott in common at least. Anybody who likes Scott can't be all bad.

"But I have a feeling we're not gonna be here much longer. Now's the time. This party feels like a going-away party."

[bereavements]

"You stole them."

Anybody who Scott likes can't... be all that bad, to take the other side of it.

"Pretty elaborate, X-rated going away," he says, giving them a look around. "Who even lives on this place? Just the ghosts?"

[skybluejeep]

"I did not steal them. I found them, and for some reason the ghosts of Sinbrilee don't run a lost and found department."

He leans over to Isaac's cup, and realizes that he has actual wine and not grape juice. Hey!

"Yeah, just the ghosts. Who carded me for this X-rated shenanigans. Hey. Can I ask you a favor?"

[bereavements]

"Probably because they can't touch what they lose or find." Except, when they're fighting naked. That's... interesting.

It's no big. He takes a sip of his wine. He narrows his eyes, considering.

"Maybe..."

[skybluejeep]

"...Go get me a glass of wine?"

Big, innocent smile. C'mon! It's a bacchanal and he's not even buzzed, no fair.

[bereavements]

He rolls his eyes and hands Stiles his before going off to get himself another. He'll provide the wine as long as Stiles wants it if he's around and/or not occupied. He'll regret it but, whatever.

[skybluejeep]

"Sweet!"

He gives Isaac a big thumbs up and starts drinking. The wine is absolutely delicious, although he's not had much experience with it to compare. Sneaking a bottle of Jack out of his dad's liquor cabinet is not the same as delicious, possibly magical wine.

Somebody's about to get smashed.