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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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Dance?
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Only if you'd like to. If not, my friend here could go into his pitch, and you can still say no.
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Oh no, I see where this is going. Clara, you are dancing with us.
[Don't make him use That Tone of Voice, he will.]
Beautiful girl can't be by herself. It's against the laws of nature.
[He glances at Dick expression, cheerful, but with a hint of worry in the eyes. Back him up, not!twin.]
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[ Drink of water, that is. Alcohol is tastes sort of nasty in her book, so all her attitude and sass of the moment is completely sober. And then she spots Clara's book and lifts her eyebrows all the way up in disbelief. Books are fine (honestly she prefers audio books so she and her best friend can listen together and make snarky commentary as they go) but at a party? Hell no. ]
Beautiful girl can't be by herself with a book at a party. It's against all that is good and right in nature. Find yourself a bookmark before you lose your spot.
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[Clara's eyebrows raise even higher at the appearance of a third person deciding to come railroad in her into dancing and takes another sip of her astonishingly strong wine. She is going to be tipsy after this. At least the situation was almost cute. Almost. But she's smiling, a little, as much as she's going for a straight face.]
Perfectly fine with going against good and laws of nature. I'm not sweet and innocent and I've never been one to follow a crowd.
If you're going to make me dance, you're going to work for it.
[Okay, she's not as much of a stick in the mud as she can seem to be. She just likes to play around a bit first.]
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Backing everyone up here, a beautiful girl can't be with a book for the entire night. That's just not how these things work.
As for channeling anyone's charms, I'm sorry to say, channeling is not one of my skills. [Dick gives a second glance to the two others before he goes into what was one of his skills.
Reaching forward, he put his hand on the book, finger marking the page she was just on. Leaning forward just a little bit more, he pushes himself into a forward flip over her head, book in hand.] Here we go. Don't worry, your page isn't lost.
[How's that working for it?]
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[Because Dick's right. Neither of them needs to channel anybody, and he spent so many years trying (unsuccessfully) to live up to people's expectations (that he be Hal, that he be as good as if not better than Hal), and living in someone's shadow like that was something he resented on the deepest level. He knew he and Jim had similarities, but they each had their own merits. And Kyle? Had been banking on Clara saying yes due to who he was, by himself, not because he was like Jim.]
[And not because he had to fight harder, or work, for something he'd already felt he'd earned. She was asking him to show off, and he never did that, not when it was demanded of him like this. He impressed of his own accord and on his own laurels. Nothing more. Nothing less.]
[Thank God for Dick. Kyle knows he'd have walked off that very moment, and not looked back.]
[He glances at the wine, and wonders how much of this is her being drunk and in public, and, retaining his smile, adds nothing to the conversation, choosing instead to quietly simmer.]
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And then Dick does his flip and honestly even Olivia is a bit impressed by that. She's no slouch in the physically fit department, but that's a whole different level. ]
Well, I would say that definitely earned a dance or ten. That just can't be beat and I don't usually admit defeat that easily.
[ But now she definitely has a goal to work toward at least. She's undoubtedly a little envious of that move. ]
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[Whatever witty retort she had is stolen away along with her book. For a few seconds she blinks and then whips around to scowl at Dick. She's not angry, but she can't seem too impressed; that gives him the upper hand. But it was pretty cool and she's trying not to smile behind the scowl.]
Fine. Fine. I'll dance. For a bit. Just don't spin me or else we're all going to regret it.
Help me up.
[she reaches out to grab Kyle's hand to pull herself up and step out of her shoes. She has an amused smile on her face, but her fingers grip his tightly as if she needs the security that comes with holding his hand. But it's the only crack in her bravado. She isn't nervous... just awkward. She doesn't dance with most people, she always feels silly and watched, and now she's dancing with two strangers. It's definitely outside of her comfort zone. Another squeeze on Kyle's fingers.]
Okay, so who knows a four person dance then? And no, we're not square dancing.
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At least, he thought all was well, but the fact that Kyle has said nothing means it's not as well as he thought it was. What was the trigger for that? It was always a word, or a phrase, because Dick knew his triggers, the ones that would cause him to be silent and not really happy, despite showing otherwise.
Channeling? Good and laws of nature?]
Thank you. [Says to Olivia with a smile, eyes darting to the other two as he slips a napkin out of his pocket and puts it in as a bookmark. He wasn't going to be marking any pages or anything, and he set the book down on the couch.
Everything seemed a little awkward, and tense, so he did what he does best; try to lighten the mood.] We're not square dancing? Well that just put a damper on this! I was going to see if the band can play the Cotton Eye Joe or something. Am I the only one who knows Contra dances, or do I have anyone else familiar? Might actually work with the music they have now!
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[And then Clara takes his hand and squeezes it like she needs all his strength, and without even thinking, he gives it. He's still disappointed, but he's calmer now, rationalising it.]
[Maybe that's what hurts. That he expects it, and when it happens, he can reason through it, gauge its necessity. Cruelty made him, and he's angry and bitter about it, but logically it's made him better. Strong.]
[Unbreakable.]
With four of us? [He squeezes Clara's hand again. I'm here, I'm not going] We can try a couple from the céilí, they have plenty for four.
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Excuse you, I grew up in Florida and New York, I know nothing of this "Cotton Eye Joe" stuff. ...Though for that matter, I really have no idea what you're talking about either, Kyle. Whatever you said there wasn't English, and they don't teach that sort of stuff at the academy. Whatever you guys pick, it had better be simple.
I am so sorry everyone
Then when he mentions something she doesn't recognize, she nods and suddenly finds herself speaking. Word vomit brought on by alcohol.]
I know a few. There's one done on a planet called Cerja. Ceremonial sort of dance. The Doctor taught me. They do it every year and it gets more complicated as Cerjians grow up. I know the one that's proper for a six year old, but it's brilliant.
Please forgive me, I discovered I have an allergy to tags last week.
I am ashamed of all of you. You have disappointed me greatly. [But he grins, seeing that Kyle and Clara have each other, and well. No one is freaking out, so that's good, right? He moves over to Olivia, slinging an arm over her shoulder like they're great friends. They are on their way there, right?]
I love dances for six year olds. I vote for the six year old's dance.
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Are you sure you didn't just make this guy up?
[Amused, and relaxing. Carefully, he slings an arm around Clara and nudges Olivia's foot with his own, edging towards the dance floor.]
That's because you are a giant six-year-old. Don't let him fool you, Clara.
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Now now children, let's not completely shatter Clara's delusions about your maturity. We can do the kiddie dance and still pretend to be adults.