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

[jondrette]

Oh perhaps! [Even if they don't let her, what's to stop her from stealing it?] When I first arrived I spent all that I hadn't spent for a new dress and this gown on food. It should be a pity to starve again, and I will not do it!

Is this sort of feast commonplace here?

[passively]

I only got here yesterday so I can't say for certain, but someone I spoke to told me that it's the first time they've had a festival like this since people first started being brought here a year ago. It's also the first time, he said, that we've docked at a different city like this.

[jondrette]

[That was still a lot of information for her to take in. Like Ricardo, Eponine had only arrived the day before, but she'd been busy stalking Marius Pontmercy doing 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!

[passively]

It's definitely not something unpleasant to be welcomed by. I haven't had a chance to get my hands on anything to cook with, so having the food is helpful.

Ah, excuse me. My name is Ricardo Russo.

[jondrette]

Indeed, it is. I know how to cook very little, warm up sausages or a quick stew. I used to be able to make sausages, but I haven't had the means to in quite some time. But this food, it is heaven!

Bonjour, m'sieur Russo. My name is Éponine Thénardier

[passively]

It's a pleasure, Miss Thénardier. [He raises one hand to his chest and bows in greeting.]

I'm sure you'll be able to find something useful for the sausages in the markets. Have you seen them yet?

[jondrette]

[She blushes, looking down at her feet for a moment.] M'sieur, you do not need to call me Miss. Simply Éponine is fine. I'm not accustomed to being referred to in formalities.

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.]

[passively]

[He smiles.]

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.

[jondrette]

Very well, Ricardo. I understand how you feel. [More or less. But her family relationships... Yeah. Of course, she's hardly royalty, unless you'd count her a princess of the streets of Paris.]

[passively]

Do you? [Amused, he keeps the smile on his face and reaches for a piece of cake to put on his plate.]

I guess there are probably more people like us than we think, especially with all these different "worlds" brought together.

[jondrette]

I do. My family name is dirt.

Perhaps there are. But it is lonely all the same.

[passively]

[The smile widens, and he lets out a small laugh that isn't rude but not full of mirth either.]

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.

[jondrette]

My brother is here. [She says after a moment.] And some of the men I fell with. They know my name, what it means. But others... It is freeing.

I shall try my hardest, Richard. We will be friends.

[passively]

[Ricardo doesn't miss the wording of "the men I fell with," but he tucks that away into the back of his mind as something he doesn't have to address. This was the world of both the dreaming and the dead, after all.]

I'd like that. It's very nice to meet you, Eponine.

[He holds out his hand with an intent to shake hers.]

[jondrette]

[Nearly everyone from France here, with the exception of Marius, had fallen. Javert quite literally. But she had no idea that he, too, had died that day.

She looks at his hand for a moment, before extending her own to shake his with.] Very nice to meet you too.

[passively]

[He nods, politely, and shakes her hand firmly.]

I hope we can help each other out here.

[jondrette]

We shall find a way, I do not doubt it.

[passively]

[He lets go of her hand after a few moments, this time raising his to his chest and lowering his head in a little bow.]

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.

[jondrette]

[She blushes prettily, someone bowing to her! This place truly is amazing.]

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.

[passively]

Perhaps. Please be careful on your way, Eponine. I... wouldn't like a new friend of mine to get hurt in an unfamiliar place like this one.

[jondrette]

I shall not, Ricardo. I have nothing to fear from the streets.

[passively]

[He nods.]

All right, I'll believe you. Take care, Eponine.

[jondrette]

Thank you, Ricard. And you, as well. [She turns to leave.]