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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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They put on quite the show, don't they? One must wonder where it all comes from.
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Well... [He gives a little wave to the ghosts.] I don't know if I want to know exactly where it comes from, because it's still all really good? So I'm trying not to think about it too much.
[He pauses.] There is a lot of it, though, isn't there? I mean, a lot.
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Worried you won't have room for it all?
[ Then, as if remembering her manners, she inclines her head politely. ]
I'm Porenn.
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I'm Billy. It's nice to meet you, Porenn. Are you having a good time? You look really nice, though kind of. Like you're ready for a really religious funeral.
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Porenn glances down only minutely at her gown and smiles, though it's a bit subdued. ]
Thank you, Billy. That's very sweet of you. You're almost correct, though. My husband passed away recently, and I'm still mourning him. He was a dear man.
[ There's nothing insincere about the sentiment, not at all, but all the same, she says it almost matter-of-factly, as though she doesn't want Billy to dwell too much on it. She draws herself up, shoulders straight, as if asserting her composure, and clasps her hands in front of her. ]
It is a lovely affair, isn't it? I rather like the atmosphere.
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[It all made sense, then. Just as it made sense for her to change the subject. It was difficult, to dwell on a loved one, lost. And Billy didn't want to add to her pain.]
It is a really nice affair. [He smiled, looking out at the group, like she was.] It's beautiful here. And everyone seems to be having a good time.
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[ Yes, Porenn had always known it would happen eventually -- she had just always thought she'd have more time, or that he would not have deteriorated so slowly as her husband had. Still, it's with an iron-clad resolve that she's always carried herself through life, and nothing about that has changed in Keeliai. She certainly doesn't mean to dwell on it, not when she has the company of such a likable young man as Billy.
Her eyes linger on the crowd for a moment longer before she turns back to Billy, sweeping her hair away from her face. ]
They do, don't they? I have to say, I've always liked parties myself, but where I'm from, they rarely go like this. [ She gives him a wry smile. ] There's usually a fair bit more drinking and carousing than I'm fond of. Just once I'd like to host a nice, civilized party back home.
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[He laughed.] So, they're really big... I don't know what to call them! Kind of like when fraternities start partying? But you could always host a dinner party. My mom does that, or my parents go to those all the time.
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A dinner party! Now there's an idea. That does sound lovely, doesn't it? [ She laughs wistfully. ] Now if only I could cook.
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That's a positively wonderful idea! I'm sure I could manage to find someone willing to cater the whole affair. It sounds like so much fun, doesn't it? You'll have to come, of course.
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Really, you'd like me to come? [He's never been invited to a dinner party before. He and his brothers weren't invited to those events, even if they did go out to the movies or something. But it was kind of cool, here.] Yeah, I'd love to come. That'd be great, just let me know when it is, and I'll be there! Oh, and where it is, too. I need to know that, too.