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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[imaginate]

[His bright grin just goes all the way up to a full Cheshire Cat smile, and pulls her onto the dance floor. It's a fast song, and he gets into the swing of it.]

Told you you'd be saying it.

[wingedwarrior]

Don't let it go to your head, you got lucky. [Even though Shayera knows damn well she wouldn't have had nearly as much fun as she did tonight without a buttload of help from Kyle. Shayera finds herself moving fluidly to the music, just cutting loose and enjoying herself.]

Thank you, Kyle. For everything you did tonight. And before you say anything [She holds up a finger!] I don't give a care if we are family, I can still say thank you when I want.

[imaginate]

Luck of the Irish, you know what they say.

[He grins at her as they spin.]

Come on, that charm was all you. I just bought the dress.

[wingedwarrior]

Having that much luck should be a crime. [You know what, she's going for full on ridiculous here, and she's grabbing your hands to spin you.]

And let me... let's say modify it. [Yeah, that's a nice way of putting it.] Didn't think I'd be able to pull tonight off.

[imaginate]

[He goes along with it, laughing.]

Did you? I had complete faith you'd knock everyone dead. How many people asked you to dance?

[wingedwarrior]

A good handful of wonderful men I just happen to have a soft spot for. [Yeah, you're included in that handful, Kyle. She shoots him a smirk quickly before continuing.] I ran into James, too. [AHEM. LIL BRO.]

[imaginate]

[It sounds like her dance with Dick went well. Kyle's happy for her. (And Dick to. Not!twin owes him. Really. Really. Owes him.)]

[It's a testament to his willpower that he doesn't tell her to keep it down or hiss at her or stop dead in the middle of the dance floor, but his body language becomes significantly muted. Not here.]

Oh? And?

[wingedwarrior]

I finally got a decent conversation with him, and not one about wiping the floor with him. [Because lbr Shayera can totally kick his ass. She inches closer to Kyle, but keeping her voice loud enough for only him to hear.] He asked me out to dinner and dancing.

[She hesitates before asking the next part.] Do you want me to turn him down?

[imaginate]

[The look on his face is a complete mess of surprise, confusion, and hurt. It's just how Jim is, he tells himself. Nothing to worry about.]

[But Jenny said he was going to be a father, and the next thing he knew—]

[He swallows.]

Do what you think is right.

[He's not going to stand in anyone's way. Donna was happier with Roy and that was it. No bells or whistles to anything, no use pining for something he couldn't have.]

[wingedwarrior]

[That look alone is enough to tell her to do what she thinks is right. Kyle's known Jim longer than she's even been here, and she doesn't care if that is how Jim is. She won't hurt anyone.] All right. I'm turning him down for sure.

[Your happiness means more to me. The look she gives him right now practically screams that.]

[imaginate]

[You don't get it, he might not have been asking in the first place, but he smiles, tightly.]

C'mon. Let's just dance.

[wingedwarrior]

[There's a smile she forces on her face, before continuing to dance. It doesn't last long, the conversation still fresh on her. She stops dancing, then grabs Kyle's hand and pulls him out of the crowd.]

Kyle. Talk to me. [She's getting a little sick of saying that.] I've never been in a position like this before, and I need to know if I hurt you so I don't do it again.

[imaginate]

[He yelps when she tugs him away, and digs his heels into the ground, but eventually relents. Surprised by the question (no one ever asks, no one ever cares that much beyond surface emotion, and he's never been that easy to read).]

You didn't hurt me.

[He means it.]

I just. Uh. People have a habit. Of leaving.

[wingedwarrior]

[There's a feeling of relief when he says that, even a little sigh to know she didn't majorly screw up. He's a person who cares for all of her, even the dark and gruesome parts she never shows. And he's seen them and he's still here. So she'll stay for him.

Which is why she looks confused, and almost offended when he says that.] I'm not leaving you. I've been left before, and it hurts, I'd never do that to you. [But then a little light bulb goes off.] Or is it Jim you're worried about?

[imaginate]

[Her expression of confusion sets him at ease, though he bites his lip. It's not her fault. He just expects the worst of everyone, and it's been hard, adjusting to people who won't. He can't return the same, simple trust they put in him.]

[He can't understand what it means to be needed, because no one tells him.]

I - he wouldn't. It's complicated.

[He exhales.]

My love life's always been kind of a wreck.

[wingedwarrior]

[And with that, the kiddie gloves come off. She's silent for a moment, before grabbing her shoes and slipping them on.] Grab your shoes, we need to get outside and talk. And I don't want to hear a no.

[He's got a ton of shot bottled up, and Shayera thinks it's high time he let it out. And as much as it sounds stupid and corny, let his goddamn emotions out for once.]

[imaginate]

[NO WHAT THEY'RE SUPPOSED TO BE HAVING FUN :C He can't deal with the sudden attention, but he obeys that tone immediately. Sounds like his mother, giving him a good talking-to. He'd rebel, but he misses his mother more than anything.]

[Following where she leads, he waits for her to ask the questions, knowing she won't pull punches, and steeling himself for it.]

[wingedwarrior]

[IT'S HARD TO HAVE FUN WHEN YOU'RE WORRIED ABOUT YOUR LITTLE BROTHER, OKAY. She guides him out of the amphitheatre, away from all the distraction and noise. She stops once they're outside, some of the music still audible, but quiet enough for them to talk in peace. She takes a seat on a rock nearby, gesturing for him to join. Now for the heavy hitting questions.] What happened?

[Her tone is a mix of firm and serious, but still concerned and caring. She wants to know what's wrong, but she won't be a hardass about it.]

[imaginate]

[He stands there, palms facing her, arms loose at his sides. Defeat. Resignation. Then it becomes resolve, and he sits down, as close to her as he can.]

You're going to have to be more specific.

[A lot of shit has happened to him :c]

[wingedwarrior]

When it comes to love lives, I don't know where the hell to be more specific. [She runs a hand through her hair as she goes through question she could ask, and part of her doubts she can actually do this right.

The other part is saying who cares if you get it wrong, just try.] Where did it all start going wrong, I suppose.

[imaginate]

[With whom, he wants to snap, sarcastically, but he knows exactly where. She might just be in triangles, but he'd had several relationships fall flat in his face, when he tried.]

[In answer, he simply holds up the ring.]

[wingedwarrior]

[She knows what that means without him even having to say a word.] ... they left.

[Who wants to stay with someone who's not even on the same planet half the time? Off saving the galaxy, never hearing from them. She slides her hand into his, gently squeezing it for comfort.] Which one hurt the most?

[She doesn't know how many relationships he's been in, but with how it sounds, there's been a few.]

[imaginate]

[He stares at her hand, as though he doesn't quite understand what she's giving him, but a few minutes later he squeezes it, gratefully.]

They all did.

[He can't quantify what he left, or put it on a scale of which one hurt the most. To him, he loved deeply and completely, and when that was rejected, no matter who was doing it, it just hurt. His whole world, his rocks, were gone.]

[wingedwarrior]

[They all did. Yeah, that about sums everything up for them perfectly. She takes her free arm and pulls him in for a hug.] What happened with each one to hurt so much? Or was it because they all left?

[She feels as though the farther he digs, the more she screws up. But she's done that before, and she never quit. And now is definitely not the time to.]

[imaginate]

[This time, he doesn't resist. He just hugs her tightly.]

[Quietly:]

She asked me to choose between her and duty. You know what I'd do - what I had to. I can give everything, but not - that. Ever.

[Barely audible:]

I was going to be a father.