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

[kelpful]

[Huh. Percy squints at his food curiously.] I don't know. What does blue taste like? [He gives a little sheepish grin] It reminds me of home.

[magicalpadawan]

I always thought it would kinda taste like blue raspberry Otter-pops. [Her grin is just staying put.]

That's pretty cool, though, that you had blue food at home. We'd get green pancakes on St Patrick's Day, sometimes.

[kelpful]

Huh. I kind of thing that blue raspberry flavoured pancakes would be a little weird. [His expression turns mournful] Not that there're pancakes here.

[nodnod] Yeah, it was a thing me and my mom did on my birthday every year. And other special occasions, that kind of thing. [A beat] Oh, uh - I'm Percy, by the way.

[magicalpadawan]

...Yeah, probably. We should figure something out! I mean, pancakes can't be too hard, they're just flour and eggs and stuff, right?

I'm Molly! Nice to meet you, Percy.

[kelpful]

And sugar! I've made them here before, they were pretty simple to make with the rations. I just mean-- [He gestures at the buffet] Not here. At least, not in blue. [A grin]

Nice to meet you, too. How long've you been on the turtle? I don't...actually think we've spoken before, have we?

[magicalpadawan]

Oh, yeah, I guess those wouldn't really be ancient Greek, would they. Or -- whatever this place is meant to be, it does sort of look Greek, doesn't it?

[She shrugs a bit.] I kinda tend to keep to myself. But I've been here since, um -- December? Somewhere around there, I think.

[kelpful]

It’s kind of a mix of both Greek and Roman. And – okay, after at least a week of listening to my girlfriend go on about the architecture, I could probably tell you how old the stones are and what they’re made from.

[He whistles] Jeez, and I thought I’d been here a long time. It’s been like…seven months for me? Or something? How’re you holding up with the whole magical turtle adventure thing?

[magicalpadawan]

[She just raises her eyebrows, amused.] Sorry, not really an architecture geek. If you wanna nerd about Star Trek, though, I'm totally cool with that.

--It's okay. I'd -- [She bites her lip for a moment, suddenly looking uncertain.] I'd much rather be home, but there's not a lot I can do about it, is there. Anyway, I've been places that are about as weird as a giant turtle, so.

[kelpful]

[He sighs, but there's laughter in the sound. He loves her] Me either. I don't know a whole lot about Star Trek, though. I'm pretty sure my main hobby is getting into trouble.

[Some of the humour fades from his expression; it turns understanding, even if there's some strain in it now] Yeah. That makes sense. [He doesn't agree that he'd rather be home, though] But what kind of places have you been that are as weird as this? There's gotta be a few good stories in there.

[magicalpadawan]

Oh, that's a hobby of mine too, don't worry. ...Well, more like a fact than a hobby, I guess, but still.

[Well, Percy doesn't have a Chicago that is about to be taken over by forces of evil, does he.] ...Well, my teacher has a sentient island.

[kelpful]

I think it kind of depends on who you're getting in trouble with, you know?

[The earth itself is trying to destroy every living thing on it, back where he is. Usually it's his job to stop it, but he's busy falling into hell] ...Like, the island itself is sentient? Not a sentient creature with an island on its back? [He makes a face] There's a question I would have thought you'd be crazy to ask, five years ago.

[magicalpadawan]

...Yeah, you got a point there. I don't want to get into trouble with the fae.

Sure is. Its name is Demonreach, it's kind of -- bonded to my teacher.

[kelpful]

Fae? [He eyes her curiously] You mean, like fairies?

And...Demonreach? Your teacher isn't like, Devilstretch or something are they?

[magicalpadawan]

Definitely like fairies, yeah. [She looks a little wary, now -- somewhat skittish, but perhaps being away from home so long has done good things for her mental state. She's not retreating, in any case.] You don't want to piss them off, they're seriously scary.

[There's a small laugh.] Nope, he's just Harry Dresden. I prefer calling him Yoda, though. Sometimes Obi-Wan. [The Winter Knight. But she's only told one person here that, she's not about to go around blabbing it to just anyone.]