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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!
Éponine Thénardier | OTA
Éponine has spent much of the afternoon getting ready. Having already discovered that showers are perhaps the greatest thing invented, she has managed to wash the years of dirt and grime away from her face and hair. Somehow, she's found a simple dress in dark cranberry that leaves her forearms exposed, but most of her decolletage covered. It's the sort of thing she'd seen fancy ladies wearing in the streets, but never deigned to own.
And now here she is in such a gown, her hair pulled back wish a small ornament.
To those that knew her before, she's hardly recognizable.
With a chalice of wine, she walks about the food, tasting things here and there, practically moaning at the tastes. But you can't blame her, you would do the same if you had spent most of your life starving.]
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... Have you never had food like this before, miss?
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Swallowing a bite of cake, she turns to the man who just spoke to her.] Oh! Non, never so much all at once! Tables and tables, why! This could feed my entire family for some time! It is far better than black bread.
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It is an impressive set up. I don't think I've seen this much food in a long time either...
[He smiles a little.]
Perhaps you'd be able to take some back to your suite with you.
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Is this sort of feast commonplace here?
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stalking Marius Pontmercydoing other things and had not spent much time getting to the bottom of everything. Also, wonders of modern technology to a girl from the mid 19th century.]This place is so strange! I'm glad then, if it's true, to be part of such an event! I hope there are more like this to come!
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Ah, excuse me. My name is Ricardo Russo.
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Bonjour, m'sieur Russo. My name is Éponine Thénardier
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I'm sure you'll be able to find something useful for the sausages in the markets. Have you seen them yet?
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Yes, briefly. When I went to get my gown. [And clothes that weren't men's and/or five sizes too big for her, let alone not covered in blood.]
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Then, just Ricardo is fine for me, too, Eponine. My family name doesn't mean much to me, at least for now, and I'm more accustomed to being referred to by my first name as well.
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I guess there are probably more people like us than we think, especially with all these different "worlds" brought together.
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Perhaps there are. But it is lonely all the same.
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When there's no meaning or weight behind the family name, though, it can be a bit relieving sometimes. At the very least, I felt very free when I was able to choose whether I wanted to revive the family after it fell.
Regardless, we're both nameless and new here. Eponine, if you don't mind, I'd like it if we can get along well here.
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I shall try my hardest, Richard. We will be friends.
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I'd like that. It's very nice to meet you, Eponine.
[He holds out his hand with an intent to shake hers.]
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She looks at his hand for a moment, before extending her own to shake his with.] Very nice to meet you too.
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I hope we can help each other out here.
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Certainly. Well then, I'd best be getting on my way. Festivals like this probably aren't common, so we both shouldn't miss too much of it.
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I shall be sure to enjoy all of it, Ricardo! And you as well. Perhaps I shall see you again before the night is over.
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