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

A or B, your pick.

[mrsarcastic003]

[Tim is at the party, enjoying the festivities, but he is not dancing. Dancing isn't really his speed, when he can avoid it, and he's perfectly happy to continue avoiding it here. He is enjoying watching everyone else, though, and he nods to Zatanna, giving her a little smile. It's nice to see that she's enjoying herself, too.]

like you even need to ask~

[backwordscompatible]

[She caught sight of Tim looming around the edges of the dance floor somewhere around her 10th spin around. Smile widening, she gave the older boy a quick wave in hello before a brilliant idea hit her.]

[It only took a few seconds to dash off the dance floor to where he was standing, reaching for his hand with both of hers.]

That's no way to have fun, Tim.

Come on. One dance. You won't regret it.

well, I figured you should at least have an option ;)

[mrsarcastic003]

[He eyed her warily, not reaching to take her hands.]

...I don't think dancing is the way for me to have fun. Really, I'm more than happy watching everyone.

[Like a creeper.]

[backwordscompatible]

[Don't be creepy, Tim. That's the bittybat's job.]

You don't think because you haven't actually tried it yet.

I promise I know what I'm doing. Just one dance. Please?

[She used the 'P' word. She almost never uses the 'P' word.]

[mrsarcastic003]

[Hey, he was creepy before bittybat was a twinkle in his psycho-mama's eye. He raises an eyebrow at her.]

You definitely know what you're doing. I have two left feet and spastic rhythm.

[Which is actually kind of crap. He's way too in touch with his body to not be able to dance at least somewhat.]

[backwordscompatible]

Oh, you're exaggerating. How bad could it be?

[...you would think she'd learned to never say those words. Ever.]

[mrsarcastic003]

[Eye. Brow. Because really, Zatanna, anyone who's grown up in a universe that looks like theirs should know better than to say things like that.]

I mentioned spastic? You should find Bart--he's a way better dancer.

[backwordscompatible]

I will. Don't worry. He's on the list, too.

[Yes. She has a list.]

But I want to dance with you too. We can wait for a slow one, if you like. Less spazzing, more standing there pretending you don't feel incredibly awkward? [...this isn't helping her case, is it?]

[mrsarcastic003]

[Blink]

A list? I'm not sure if I should be amused or intimidated.

[backwordscompatible]

You be whatever it takes to get you out on that dance floor.

I should warn you right now: I can be very stubborn when I want to be.

[mrsarcastic003]

[Tiny smirk.]

I think I know a thing or two about stubborn. You're serious about the dancing thing, huh?

[backwordscompatible]

Note the serious face.

[Hint: it's this face. The one she's making right now.]

[mrsarcastic003]

[Amused eyebrow.]

And this is the serious face, huh?

[Wry grin.] I'm really not going to get out of this, am I?

[backwordscompatible]

Nope.

[As evident by the fact that she's reaching for his hands right now, ready to drag him out onto the floor.]

You might as well just give in already. One dance. I even promise to let you lead.

[mrsarcastic003]

[And he decides to stop arguing, because, really, how bad could it be?]

Okay, fine. [Though he's not actually that put-out. He lets her start pulling him toward the floor.] So what level of spastic are we going for here?

[backwordscompatible]

[Famous last words. It's a dance. With a girl. Tim, you really need to reconsider your priorities.]

Anything that doesn't involve me getting hit in the face.

Think you could manage a decent waltz?

[mrsarcastic003]

I think I can manage not to hit you in the face--especially in a waltz. [He's smiling a little. He's actually way more comfortable with ballroom and older-style dancing than anything that could be remotely construed as modern.]

[backwordscompatible]

[Fortunately for Tim, she had a little exposure to ballroom thanks to benefits her father had taken her to when she was younger. Charity functions that he, as a high profile member of society, had been expected to make an appearance at. And, of course, what sponsor could ever resist the urge of a single father dancing with his only daughter?]

Glad to hear it.

So...are you going to lead, or should I?

[Teasing, as she pulls him into a vacant area, one hand tucked in his with the other coming to rest lightly on his shoulder.]

I even have a slightly inappropriate dancing icon

[mrsarcastic003]

Well, you did promise to let me lead if I agreed to dance.

[He grins back at her and rests his hand at her waist in a perfectly gentlemanly manner, before leading her into a waltz. Perfectly competently.]

tim please

[backwordscompatible]

[Impressive. Smooth. Even...dare she say it...graceful.]

Why, Mr. Drake, you've been holding out on me.

c:

[mrsarcastic003]

I like to have some surprises.

[He has, after all, been going to the same kinds of parties as Zatanna for most of his life, too.]

[backwordscompatible]

[She pauses in the conversation just long enough to allow him to spin her once around, reaching onto her toes and making it all the way around without once losing her balance or step.]

Why do I have the feeling that's supposed to be my line?

[mrsarcastic003]

[He laughs.]

I think magicians are supposed to be surprising, yes. I'm probably not supposed to have nearly as many, so I cherish the ones I get.

[backwordscompatible]

How've I been doing so far?

[With the surprises. And maybe a little of the dancing.]

[mrsarcastic003]

I'm sure you still have plenty of surprises.

[Please--like she needs to be told she's a good dancer.]