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

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[dunhaming]

[ She takes the offered arm quite happily. ]

Even if you said you would be here for the next century I wouldn't want to wait to dance with you.

[ Her shoes were off a long time ago and are somewhere around the room, so there's not even any time needed to spare on that. ]

[jirk]

[Oh, his smile turns blazing. It's not often that people are willing to lavish compliments right back on him, and hell, he's human. A good ol' ego stroke is sometimes just what the doctor ordered.

(Bones would protest, his ego's big enough as it is, but Bones would be so wrong.)]

You, Miss Olivia Dunham, are a woman after my own heart.

[And off they go for the dancefloor.]

[dunhaming]

[ She is such a sucker for a good smile. When people are smiling and having fun around her, it's just impossible not to do the same, so she grins in return as they start up dancing. ]

Well, Captain Jim Kirk, I am glad you found me on the one night where I'm amenable to being nice. It's a blue moon sort of thing.

[ And it's true, she hasn't made one sarcastic or teasing remark yet, it's an Olympic record for good behavior from Altlivia. She's not entirely incapable of being plain old nice, and sometimes, like tonight, it's even enjoyable. ]

[jirk]

My lucky day.

[Due to the nature of the dance, he manages to say that in something of a whisper, right beside her ear, and then he pulls back with a laugh.]

So. Obligatory small-talk. Been here long?

[dunhaming]

[ Especially on a night like tonight when she's in the right mood, moves like that win a lot of favor from her. He is quickly rising in her "people who are fun and worth talking to" list. ]

Obligatory small-talk, one of my favorite things. I've been here for, oh, a bit under two months. Just enough to adjust to life on a giant turtle. How about yourself?

[jirk]

And this is literally the first I've seen of you? I am, frankly, ashamed of myself. Leaving someone with your looks alone for so long.

[Jim grins.]

Four, for me. Almost. Another few days, if you're one of those people that likes the specifics in life.

[dunhaming]

Well it's a good thing we're taking this opportunity to fix that.

[ Really, though. It is sort of a shame they hadn't met before this, he seems like a fun guy. ]

Nah, there's no need to get bogged down in details for the day to day. Life's too short to be obsessive about those kind of things.

[jirk]

I know, right? We've got some serious lost time to make up for.

[Not even sorry, Liv.]

And I concur wholeheartedly. Details are for squares and Vulcans.

[dunhaming]

I have confidence we'll manage that quite well.

[ Never be sorry. ]

What's a "Vulcan"?

[jirk]

Pointy-eared, green-blooded logic-minded aliens. About as fun as they sound.

[But he can't bring himself to actually criticize them, or be unnecessarily cruel. There's so few of them left.]

[dunhaming]

[ WOW they sound like they'd be fun to annoy. She would make it a life mission to make at least one of them have fun. ]

Yeah, they sound like they'd be a real blast at a party.

[ Definitely not sarcasm, oh no, not from her. ]

[jirk]

Tell you what. When this is all over, I'll introduce you to my first officer. Be nice to him, don't pull his hair, and maybe you can even make a new friend.

[KINDRED SPIRIT OF HIS HEART.]

[dunhaming]

Let me guess, he's a Vulcan.

[ SHE IS ACTUALLY A FEMALE JIM KIRK, THEY ARE TOO RIDICULOUSLY SIMILAR. ]

[jirk]

[His smile is fond.]

Half. He's a great guy, he can just be a little-- prickly.

[dunhaming]

[ That's a grin. That is such a grin. ]

I do very well with prickly people.

[ She can make no promises about how annoying she'll be, though. Prickly people gave such good reactions. ]

[jirk]

I'm sensing that.

[He gives her a little twirl, turning her out and away from him.]

He'd either love you or end up with a perpetual migraine from our combined presence. Hard to say.

[dunhaming]

[ Oh twirls, twirls are fun. ]

Probably both if we're being realistic about this. How are we not the most irresistibly lovable people?

[jirk]

The only people who'd argue are grumpy old sticks in the mud.

[SERIOUSLY HE'D LIKE TO MEET THESE PEOPLE AND DISABUSE THEM OF THEIR HORRIFICALLY INCORRECT NOTIONS.]