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

[jirk]

[Oops, thank you, Sei, you've just pushed Jim into Problem Solver mode.]

They've got some of the suites modified for like, dragons and robots and all that, yeah? Just ask for something like that.

[leviathaned]

My suite's fine, it doesn't mean any other building I enter is going to be.

[He sighs, and shrugs.] I just have to duck and feel vaguely like I'm in Lilliput.

[jirk]

Resource scarcity. I guess when our gracious hosts can shapeshift, they forget to build things to accommodate the [a generous wave of his hand at Sei's height] spatially endowed.

[But he totally works construction, and is going to look into solving this, tyvm.]

[leviathaned]

It is the curse of being vertically gifted, it's true. Until proven otherwise, I stand by the theory I was brought here to reach things off shelves.

[Sei shrugs, seemingly unaffected by the fact that he is, in fact, in a world at war. Not his problem, after all.]

[jirk]

[Jim grins. He likes this guy.]

Oh yeah? And how's that working out for you?

[leviathaned]

Oh, I expect royal recognition for my ability to reach things any day now.

[The worst part is he manages to say that with a straight face. Wait, I mean the best part.]

[jirk]

Careful, I hear the Emperor keeps a harem. I hate to say it, but you'd probably fit right in.

[Get it. It's kind of a pun? On his height?

...

It's funny somewhere, okay.]

[leviathaned]

It wouldn't be the first time I'd been kidnapped for that kind of thing...

[...He's....not joking??? Probably?? He sounds completely serious and kind of contemplative and totally missed Jim was joking?]

[jirk]

[BLINK.]

Wait, seriously?

[leviathaned]

Yeah, why? Harems don't pay that well, as it turns out.

[Sei don't casually admit you're a hooker.]

[jirk]

[Okay, this sounds like some of the horror stories he's heard about Orions, but sure. He'll roll with it.]

High-class escort services usually do you one better.

[Because being kidnapped but also paid?? What the hell. Maybe it's a kink this guy has.]

[leviathaned]

'High-class' does not go alongside that kind of work and we both know it.

[Just going to shrug and not let on even a little if he's now deliberately messing with Kirk.]

A man's gotta eat somehow, with my face this worked pretty well. Emperor's out of luck, though...I've retired and I'm going to have to insist on keeping it that way.

[...no he's totally messing with him. Maybe. He has one hell of a deadpan.]

[jirk]

[That earns a fingerpoint.]

I've known a few people that would be fiercely contentious about that.

[But whatever, Jim knows when somebody's fishing for a reaction. Why else would someone dump those sorts of details on a relative stranger?]

You could always take up macrame.

[leviathaned]

And I'm sure they're otherwise perfectly intelligent and reasonable people.

[That is the tone of voice of someone who does not believe that for a second.]

Macrame? I was considering knitting. One can never have too many tea-cozies.

[jirk]

Sounds like you need to get out more.

[ain't judging, bro.]

Tea-cozies, though. Those're great. You take commissions?

[leviathaned]

I think that's the precise opposite of my problem, but believe what you like.

[Sei's judging. Just a little bit.]

I'll do most anything people are willing to pay money for.

[jirk]

[Jim shrugs and doesn't argue. He's seen plenty of planets where what he believes is honest truth, but he doesn't talk about his ship with total strangers, so he just keeps mum on the matter.]

Yeah, I'm getting that sense.

[leviathaned]

It's kept me alive. I can't say much more than that.

[jirk]

You sound like someone who could use the twenty-third century. We don't really do that whole money thing.

[And honestly, he prefers it that way. Cash is nothing but trouble.]

[leviathaned]

...You what?

[Hold on you've kind of broken him a little bit here, give it a second.]

[jirk]

[Jim wiggles his fingers a little.]

We don't use money. I mean, for luxuries, sure. But everyone's basic amenities are taken care of.

[leviathaned]

...[Since Jim hasn't actually done anything to piss Sei off, he takes a moment to edit his initial response of "Wow everyone must have so much more time to be awful to each other!" Even for him, that's kind of rude.]

Sorry, you'll have to forgive me, that's...a little difficult to wrap my head around.

[jirk]

[There's a moment of brief scrutiny, and then Jim looks away. He always has been good at reading people.]

No forgiveness necessary. Judging by the people here it's definitely a little out there.

[leviathaned]

I'd kind of thought I was used to out there. [And he laughs to go along with it, because he kind of thinks he himself counts.

...Look it's funny to him okay.]

[jirk]

[Dryly,]

Didn't I just tell you you needed to get out more?