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

[trifurcate]

[SHE ISN'T JUDGING she's just trying to figure out how that would work logistically.]

Deities, how was it? I mean, okay, what did it feel like? I just didn't think that would even be possible.

[jirk]

They're a lot more-- you know.

[He pushes a little at her shoulder, implying solid]

Than they were a couple weeks ago. I think it's the festival, right? Probably some sort of spiritual significance for them, like that old Earth festival on all hallow's eve.

[He shrugs.]

It felt kind of weird? Like, kind of cold and electric, but it was pretty realistic.

[Screw Tiberius, his middle name is 'I'll try anything once'.]

[trifurcate]

[Eyes narrowing, she steps in close into a spin for the dance, but her focus is more on the ghosts wandering around the festival. Her curiosity is almost palpable.]

That sounds kind of incredible. I wonder if I ought to make friends with some of them myself.

[She looks over to him with a quirk of his lips.]

Would you say the experience was worth repeating?

[jirk]

Yeah, I'd do it again.

[He tilts his head.]

Why, you asking for a wing-man?

[trifurcate]

You know, I think I am. There's got to be someone who's feeling a bit like your ghost friend was.

[She arches a brow.]

You could join of course if you'd like. If we find someone, of course...

[jirk]

Hey, for you?

[He tucks a stray lock of hair out of her face and the motion carries through, letting him brush first knuckles of his index and middle finger against her neck. He follows it through with a press of his lips in the aftermath.]

I'd rise to the occasion.

[trifurcate]

[The touch to her hair makes her shiver, again through the stroke of her neck. Her eyelids lower as she raises up to meet him halfway for the kiss.]

Rise and then some, knowing you.

[Her fingers trail up the back of his neck as her gaze slides around the room.]

[jirk]

You know me, doll.

[He grins a little against that kiss.]

I know that look. That is the patented Bryn Zethir 'I've got a plan' look. Are we blowing this joint, or what?

[trifurcate]

Am I so easy to read?

[Grinning back, she slides her fingertips down again as she glances once more around them, trusting him to lead as she surveys the party at large.]

I was just thinking that a detour might be in order. We could decide after the fact whether or not we wanted to come back. What do you think?

[jirk]

I think you've got a beautiful and devious brain and that I am a slave to your every whim.

[And lead he does, going through all the proper motions of the dance. He even dips her, with his usual jaunty flair.]

[trifurcate]

Careful, you never know what I may do to take full advantage of that.

[Laughing as she's dipped, Bryn even kicks a leg up, going with it until he brings her up again.]

Do you take orders as well as you give them, Captain?

[jirk]

[He smirks.]

Try me and find out, boss.

[He turns her in a little spin, and then he brings her hand in close for a kiss before releasing it entirely to bow.]

[trifurcate]

[Bryn spins as guided, and when he pulls her in for another kiss she responds in kind. When he pulls back he's sure to see the smile on her face as she curtsies back.]

I think I will. Why don't you come with me to mingle among our hosts?

[They have days of celebrating to enjoy, so she doesn't feel guilty about monopolizing his time for a while that evening.]

[jirk]

Lay on, MacD-- you won't get this reference - Duff.

[And he offers her his arm, all prim and proper, because excuse you he knows how to be a gentleman. Even if he pretends otherwise.]

[trifurcate]

You'll have to explain later.

[Settling her hand in the crook of his arm, because for all of her wild behavior, drinking, and partying, she was raised a lady, Bryn lets him lead her off the dance floor so they can go mingle among their ghostly hosts.]