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

[aloneintheuniverse]

You have an older twin too?

[He thought he was the only one!]

[backwordscompatible]

Not here, no. But she exists. A lot of people I've met here know her.

Same thing with my...[she hesitations for a fraction of a second, because at the moment, what did she refer to Dick as?] ...with this other boy I know. Only his "twin" actually is here. Ran into him on the dance floor a little while ago.

[aloneintheuniverse]

Oh, wow. I thought I was the only one. [He'd half thought it was another consequence of his powers.]

[backwordscompatible]

Hardly.

[A pause. Just to make sure.]

Is...this a good thing or a bad thing? [That there were other "twins" running around.]

[aloneintheuniverse]

It's a... weird thing. [But he smiles. Look, he made a joke! Sort of.]

[backwordscompatible]

[Not much of a joke. But the smile was what's important, so she smiled back.]

We get a lot of weird things around here.

And I can do magic, so you know that's really saying something.

[aloneintheuniverse]

Have you always been able to do magic, or is it something you learned?

[backwordscompatible]

Both, really.

I was born with the power. Inherited from both my parents. But also, my dad's been training me ever since I was old enough to learn how to control it.

[aloneintheuniverse]

That's nice. That your dad was there to help you learn. [He cant help but think what things might have been like if he'd grown up with Jor-El there to teach him how to use his powers.]

[backwordscompatible]

It was alright.

[A serious understatement. Now so more than ever, she was grateful for Giovanni's presence in her life. She missed him. So much; it had been nearly a year. He missed her turning 15.]

He was really strict about things, though. Wanted to keep me out of the spotlight as long as he could. I mean, I get that we were all each other hand for a while, and all, but sometimes I think he forgot the very meaning of the word 'fun'. Or 'smile'.

[aloneintheuniverse]

You're making up for it now, though. [He smiles, more naturally this time.]

[backwordscompatible]

What, the spotlight, or the smiling?

[aloneintheuniverse]

The smiling. Are you making up for the spotlight too?

[backwordscompatible]

Not at the moment, but I think I know a way to fix that...

[Stretching her arms up over her head, Zatanna abruptly rises to a stand, hands on hips and grinning confidently as she stares down at the boy.]

Want to dance?

The latest of late tags

[aloneintheuniverse]

[Clark blushes.]

I'm not very good.

lucky for you I'm a perpetual backtagger

[backwordscompatible]

I didn't ask if you were any good. I asked if you wanted to dance?

Mostly judge-free zone. Promise.

I feel blessed

[aloneintheuniverse]

[Clark stands, rubbing his hands on his pants to dry his palms.]

Alright. As long as I don't step on your feet or anything.

[backwordscompatible]

[The response was casual and light in tone as she reached for his hand to pull him to the dance floor:]

Oh, no worries. If that happens, I'll probably just turn you into a rabbit for my next magic show.

[aloneintheuniverse]

[GULP.

He knows she was joking. Or, at least, he thinks he knows she was joking. In any case, he follows her to the dance floor, thanking the heavens it's not a slow song.]

[backwordscompatible]

[She can smell the fear, and waits until they're out on the floor before turning to him before chuckling softly.]

Relax, Clark, it was a joke. No rabbits. Promise.

Now put one hand in mine and one on my waist.

[aloneintheuniverse]

[He does as instructed, the hand at her waist doing little more than hovering, afraid to actually touch a girl.]

[backwordscompatible]

[By now, she was half expecting the timidness; her hand reached back and placed his firmly where it needed to be before coming to rest lightly on his shoulder. To her credit, she did manage to keep from rolling her eyes at him, although she couldn't stop the quip from coming:]

I promise I've already had all my shots. Measles, mumps, and cooties.

[With a knowing grin to show he was really making far more a big a deal out of this than he had to, she started leading him around in a basic, slightly stiff three-step pattern.]

See? Not so bad, is it?

[aloneintheuniverse]

[He follows along easily enough, watching their feet as he counts to himself, "one two three, one two three..."]

[backwordscompatible]

[She gives him a few. Waits until he seems like he's figured out how to count to three--and she was so proud--before tilting her head down to try and catch his gaze.]

I'm up here, Clark.

[aloneintheuniverse]

Right! Sorry!

[He looks up, at her, still stealing furtive glances downward to make sure he's not stepping on toes, but he smiles sheepishly, trying to make up for it.]