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

[unetrustworthy]

Then why are you still looking at it so strangely?

[If she already knew what it was before choosing it, there shouldn't be any lingering confusion, right?]

[shotofsherry]

It's nothing.

[ Figuring it would be best to stop acting so peculiarly for now she takes a small sip of the drink before changing the topic. ]

Are you leaving for the night?

[unetrustworthy]

['Yes']

I...haven't found much of a reason to stay.

[shotofsherry]

It does seem to be a party aimed more for adults. There isn't much for the younger generation to do here.

[unetrustworthy]

[Adults and teenagers. Though, at their age, their didn't seem much difference.]

Possibly because there's not many of us here.

[shotofsherry]

True.

[ She takes another sip before speaking up again. ]

When we first spoke over the console you said that you were somewhat new yourself. Would you mind if I asked how long you've been here?

[unetrustworthy]

[She shook her head.]

No. I don't mind.

I've been here for just under two months' now. Assuming they use a similar calender to the one we had back home. Only it had been Winter there, and Summer here.

[shotofsherry]

It would make it little easier if that is correct, since everything else makes little to no sense. [ Don't mind her momentary dead pan expression - while she is accepting the fact that they are all on the back of a turtle, it doesn't stop it from being completely ridiculous. ] It was around Summer back home for me before I was here.

[unetrustworthy]

[Midii barely notices the deadpan. Eerily neutral was her preferred expression of choice.]

It doesn't make sense because we haven't figured it out yet.

There has to be an answer for everything, though, right?

[shotofsherry]

It's only a matter of time I suppose.

[ Especially with a certain pint-sized detective around, there's bound to be some answers sooner rather than later. ]

[unetrustworthy]

I can hardly wait.

[shotofsherry]

[ She nodded her head once before taking another sip. ]

Out of curiosity, do you know of any sectors that might have laboratories?

[unetrustworthy]

I do, actually.

[She won't question why Ai wants to know if Ai doesn't question why she does know.]

There are two main facilities in Keelai. One is owned by the Waynes, and the other one by the Stark's. I would recommend the latter, depending upon how invested you are in the scientific aspect.

[shotofsherry]

[ Don't worry, the last thing Ai will ever try to do is pry into the lives of others. She doesn't like people trying to question her own so why would she bother the other way around? ]

And is there anyone in particular that can be contacted at Stark's to use their facilities? Preferably by secure means.

[unetrustworthy]

There's the red-haired lady. I think her name is Pepper...something. I don't remember her family name off the top of my head.

I'm not sure if she's the person to ask, but if she's not, she might know who is.

[shotofsherry]

Pepper. [ She makes note of the information and saves it to discuss with Conan later. It was something at least. ] I'll keep that name in mind.

[ And then after a moment, she added: ] Thank you.

[unetrustworthy]

You're welcome. I'm glad I could help.

[That much was genuine. If she was going to be stuck here, alone, then the least she could do was be of some use to somebody.]

[shotofsherry]

[ There's a small smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. ]

Well, I'm sorry to keep you after you were trying to leave.

[unetrustworthy]

No, it's alright.

You aren't the first person to stop me. I was only going home for the night.