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

[aloneintheuniverse]

[/squint. Did she just say he looks nice? Did somebody just compliment him?]

Especially since I don't have a job yet.

[backwordscompatible]

[Yes, Clark. Take the compliment.]

You haven't been able to find anything?

Where have you looked?

[aloneintheuniverse]

Um, around the Water Sector mostly?

[Meaning he sort of ... hasn't. Between the landfall and his lessons with Jor-El he hasn't done much looking for work.]

I don't really have any skills or experience.

[backwordscompatible]

You think any of us really do?

If I hadn't found the magic shop by accident one afternoon, I'd probably still be out of work right now. Which goes to show you: if you see a dark alleyway, always explore it. You never know.

[Zatanna, that is horrible advice.]

[aloneintheuniverse]

You work at a magic shop? That sounds pretty cool.

[Ignoring the dark alleyway bit.]

[backwordscompatible]

It's alright. The owner doesn't really seem to care whose Foreign and whose kedan, so long as they don't waste her time. I mean, I actually had to audition to get the job.

[Not apply for. Not interview for. Audition.]

[aloneintheuniverse]

Oh, can you do magic tricks?

[This is intensely interesting.]

[backwordscompatible]

And then some.

[You see that smirk, Clark? That smirk tells you she's about to show off.]

Want to see one?

[aloneintheuniverse]

[Clark... thinks he might learn to be afraid of that smirk.

But first things first.]

Yes, absolutely.

[backwordscompatible]

[Smart boy.]

[She stands up, brushing the wrinkles out of her dress..and starts to spin. A few words called out in her usual sdrowkcab hceeps, and a thin trail of smoke begins to encircle her in the opposite direction. Before Clark's very eyes, the deep blue of her dress fades into a dark, rich red.]

...well?

Do me a favor, though, and don't tell Kyle I did this. I'm pretty sure he agonized over the color choice.

[aloneintheuniverse]

I... [Somebody's too stunned to speak.] I don't even know who Kyle is.

[He looks around, wide-eyed. Nobody seems to have taken any notice of what just happened.]

You just-- out in the open-- was that real magic? Or have you been going around all night in a color changing dress just waiting for someone to ask you to do a trick, because... [Stop this runon sentence, please!]

[backwordscompatible]

[Part of her is a little surprised that he was so in awe of such a simple spell. Considering the Clark Kent she knew was obviously used to magic. Then again, alternate universes. Alternate lives. Maybe this Clark hadn't encountered many metahumans yet.]

[She sat down, temporarily leaving her dress in the red shade.]

Oh, it's real, alright. The Owner never would've let me slide with some simple parlor trick.

I'm guessing you've never seen real magic before?

[aloneintheuniverse]

[Clark shakes his head. Mouth agape.]

And you just do it? Where anybody could see?

[backwordscompatible]

[Especially where people could see.]

That's kind of the point, Clark.

Putting on a show's not much fun without an audience.

[aloneintheuniverse]

And people don't, like, want to kidnap you and study you to know how you can do it?

[And all the things his dad was afraid of. All the things Clark thought was happening to him when he first got here.]

[backwordscompatible]

Some of my closest friends kidnap me all the time, actually. We get bored easily. But I think the closest they ever come to studying me is when Robin stares when he thinks I'm not looking.

[She might be slightly exaggerating for the sake of humor. Maybe.]

[aloneintheuniverse]

[Meanwhile, Clark finds nothing funny about this.]

Is your family okay with this?

[backwordscompatible]

[Clark, what did she tell you about smiling?]

Well...my dad did ground me for life for letting them do it the first time, but I still say he was overreacting.

[aloneintheuniverse]

[Not exactly the time or place for smiling, YOU JUST DID REAL MAGIC.]

I'm being serious!

[backwordscompatible]

And that was your first mistake.

[Calm down, child, gosh.]

[...although, seeing how distressed this was making him, she does knock it off. Expression softening, she opts for a more serious answer this time:]

It's sweet of you to worry, Clark, but I'm fine. Promise. I've been doing this my whole life. Where I come from--and here, for that matter--people are a bit more used to seeing those with powers around than where you're probably from.

[aloneintheuniverse]

[Clark just shakes his head. People flying, people doing magic. His own older self putting on Jor-El's symbol to help people under a name like Superman. There's just too much going on here.]

I'm... having a hard time believing it, is all.

[backwordscompatible]

You're not the first, and you probably won't be the last.

But don't worry. The feeling will pass, and then you could go right back to remembering how I'm Always Right, remember?

[A hint of a joke in hopes of lightening the mood.]

Just look around. People maybe stopped to look for half a second before they went right back to doing what they were doing. I could do it again, and even fewer people would even notice.

...which is kind of rude, really, but then I guess it's not really one of my better spells.

[aloneintheuniverse]

So if I... had powers, and I showed people, they wouldn't care?

Not that I do.

[He has to remember, it's not just his own secret he's keeping anymore. It's the other Clark's too. And Jor-El's.]

[backwordscompatible]

Well, yeah, I know that. Believe it or not, I've met another Clark Kent here before.

[One whom she still doesn't know as Superman. Because Secret Identites. Always fun.]

But, just for fun, let's say you did. Then, yeah, for the most part, nobody's going to start hunting you down. Unless you can do something really cool, in which case, they might ask for your autograph. Or a demonstration. In my friend Jack's case, he gets mobbed by kids on a daily basis, but I think that has less to do with his powers and more to do with him being a five year old in a teenager's body.

[aloneintheuniverse]

Right, him.

[It's clear Clark feels uneasy about his older self. Like, he wants to know more about him, but it's just so weird that he's here.]