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

[leviathaned]

I brought up that people sing, not that I sing specifically. [But he does flush a little, and seems somewhat mollified.]

It's not like that. It's the 'other people hearing me sing' that tends to end up being a problem, so I'm not going to do it for nothing.

[trifurcate]

[Bryn might argue that his claim that he wouldn't sing without a compelling reason may imply there are times he does sing, but it's a party and it would be rude to nitpick.]

Is your singing that hard on the ears then?

[She smiles encouragingly, hoping that a small teasing joke will unfluster him. strike>Even if the flushing is adorable.]

[leviathaned]

It is not. [He huffs a little indignantly at the implication, because really, Bryn? Rood.]

It's more of the opposite problem.

[trifurcate]

[WHAT IS SHE SUPPOSED TO THINK and she is teasing okay. It is what people do sometimes.]

That good?

[She stares a moment.]

But you won't sing unless it's for a good reason?

[leviathaned]

Compelling reason, I said compelling. That is different from 'good reason' or even 'good life decision'. Why, trying to come up with one?

[He's sensitive about the music ok.]

And yes, it's that good.

[trifurcate]

Okay fine, compelling reason. And the more you talk about it, the more I just want to hear you. One musician-slash-singer to another.

[She pauses a beat.]

But it doesn't have to be here and now, of course I mean, there are a lot of people around here.

[leviathaned]

Money's pretty compelling. [He's basically feeding her the rope to hang him with, at this point.]

Depends on if they're willing to chip in, but outside is probably a better bet.

[trifurcate]

[Bryn raises an eyebrow.]

The only people I'm going to be paying money to sing are the people who are willing to perform at my tavern when it opens next month.

So what do you say, if the price is right, will you?

[leviathaned]

...You're paying me enough, I'll do whatever you tell me to on that stage, Miss. I don't think this is the sort of turtle a man can pay his bills on his supernaturally good looks alone, after all.

[trifurcate]

[Looking pleased, Bryn nods.]

Alright then. When we open we'll talk price and I'll pencil you in for a night We'll see how it goes.

[leviathaned]

[Sei arches an eyebrow, but shrugs. Well, if it's a steady gig, he can't complain too much...]

No audition, huh? Well, just give me the address and a date. I'd blow that test out of the water, anyway.

[trifurcate]

[She grins.]

I don't think I'm going to have time for auditions at the start so, your audition is your first night. Help me keep the crowds happy and we'll be good to go.

[leviathaned]

That I can manage, don't you fear. I've never yet had stage fright my entire life.

[trifurcate]

Then I guess this should beneficial for us both.

[She nudges one of his legs with an elbow.]

So if you're so good, why don't you sing more back home? Why so choosy?

[leviathaned]

...I did say that's complicated. [He closes his eyes and sinks back into the pillow before eventually speaking again.]

How about you tell me why you're marked by a god, and then I explain?

[trifurcate]

Oh, well that's easy enough to explain. In my world, our deities live among us. I think I've said that before, haven't I? Well, in any case, part of what allows them to do that is a compact or contract of sorts. It has quite a bit to it but the relevant part is that they bond to the people of the country. That bond keeps them anchored, keeps them alive. It's a thing they ask of us when we come of age at sixteen. Some of us are chosen. Others aren't. I was chosen, and when I agreed, I was given a deity-gift.

[She smiles, shrugs.]

I've been Jhirem's gifted for nine years.

[leviathaned]

Jhirem? [He doesn't open his eyes, but from the tone of his voice he is listening. Then he sighs, and waves a hand kind of dismissively.]

I can warp reality with my voice.

[trifurcate]

My deity's name is Jhirem, one of the original Twelve...

[She trails off, turning to look at him thoughtfully.]

You can warp reality? How? I mean, is it always or something you do consciously?

[leviathaned]

'Original' Twelve?

[He cracks one eye open to look at her.] I can control it now, but I didn't used to be. How's too complicated to get into...as far as being here on the turtle express, I don't seem to be able to at all.

[trifurcate]

Now that you're here you can't control what your singing can do?

[Well shit. That seems a problem enough that she doesn't even think to answer his question, far more concerned with what he's just revealed.

Wait. Unless.]

Or did you mean you can't warp reality at all now that you're here? Is that what you meant?

[leviathaned]

Second one, doll, if it was the first I'd have never agreed at all.

[He closes his eyes again and kind of chuckles.] I can use it just fine for my other magic but it's not required.

[trifurcate]

Oh, well that's better than warping things when you don't want to.

[Tilting her head to the other side, she decides to keep poking at him with more questions. After all, he's not objecting to answering just yet...]

What is your other magic?

[leviathaned]

Aah-ahh. [He ticks his finger from side-to-side.]

You owe me some answering first, hon. What was that about 'original twelve'?

[trifurcate]

[Shrugging, she leans back against his legs somewhat.]

The original twelve deities of Askoupur, where I'm from. [She smiles.] It's they who united our provinces, they who protect us, they who we sustain and in turn receive their gifts of power. Mine, since I'm sure you'll no doubt ask, is Jhirem.

[leviathaned]

You mentioned. What's he rule over?

[He considers her question for a moment, before spinning that finger he'd held up. at this distance, even the frost from the ice rose he creates is easy to feel.]

The other magic is just elemental stuff like this. I don't have to sing, but if it works...