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Event | Sinbrilee | Bacchanal
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
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!
<3
Me dancing should be considered a natural disaster. [Literally, maybe. A clumsy Superman is a dangerous thing indeed :(]
I'm glad to hear that. [And it shows, with the way his shoulders relax and his smile turns wider. Maybe he should stop being overprotective of Dick. He probably will one day. But today is not that day.] Are you enjoying the party as well?
<333
If we sign a petition and get enough signatures, we could probably make that happen. [Hey, he's not judging. Maybe he should get Kyle and they can drag Clark out onto the dance floor. That would be great.
But he prefers it when Clark is relaxed. Because he should be. Dick is doing just fine. It's nice to have someone who's protective of him, it does. But he's grown up. And he has protection of his own to do.]
Yeah, I'm having a pretty good time. [Dick nods.] These things are... this isn't really my thing. Dancing is nice, sure, but I kind of just want a beer? A couple of beers, and go sit at the top of [He points to a large part of the wall, pretty high up.] that. That is more my speed. But the party isn't bad! Reminds me of home, except for the Olympics going on in that corner.
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[He motions towards one of the pair of ghosts holding a jug with a sheepish grin.] Well, it's no beer but the wine in this place is one of the best I've tried.
[Yes, Superman drinks alcohol. He doesn't particularly like the taste and it's not like he can actually get drunk but that doesn't mean he doesn't enjoy a drink or two every now and then.] And I'm sure neither of us would have any trouble getting to a high spot, if you'd like.
We can even find one with views to the 'Olympics' since they seem to have caught the attention. [Teeease]
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He looks at the jug and then gives Clark a sly grin. Superman drinks alcohol! Can he get drunk? Dick was fairly certain he couldn't, but now he had to wonder if wine was his first choice, and if it wasn't, what was?] Then it has to be good, right? And there's plenty of it, do you know if it's all the same kind, or do we get a choice?
[He pauses, glancing at where the games are taking place, and then at the ghosts.] Think they'd let us take a jug or two if we decided that watching naked men wrestle from a tall place was definitely our thing?
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So he decides to focus on his second question.] I've only seen wine around, which is fine by me. I only drank beer when I was visiting Pa in Kansas. [He never liked the flavor much, but he was never able to say no to Pa.] Let's ask? The ghosts seem nice enough.
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But the Nightwing costume had really thrown him for a loop that he wasn't prepared to deal with. So now he got to sit back and relax with one of his favorite people?] So not a beer fan. I'll remember that.
[Yeah, he really will remember that. And Dick gives him a beaming grin and goes to grab one of the ghosts. Sort of. You know, grab in the sense of... you know what, he just goes to talk to them, and when he comes back, he's got two, fairly large jugs, one in each hand.]
They really are nice. No straws, though, not even crazy ones.
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Alright, so we've got the drinks. Next step is getting to a higher point- do you need my help with that, or would you rather climb? [Or: 'Do you want me to fly you there?' in the Secret-Identity language.]
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Is that even a question? [Dick grins. Come on, how long have you known him, Clark? Of course he's not going to pass up a chance to be flown anywhere.]
Besides, someone has to hold on to these. [He raises his hands.] And I don't know if they should ferment anymore.
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I'll pick you up over there, give me a couple of minutes.
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Shit. [He mutters under his breath, and walks away normally. Sort of normally. More like a bouncing over that-away, prying off one of the corks with his teeth and taking a drink. Just another guy getting drunk on some wine. Bruce can play the drunk one without drinking, but Dick cannot figure out a good way to do that. He just looks like the guy pretending to be drunk at a party to make people laugh.
Yeah, he's going to wait over there.]
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Hello there, Mister Gayson. Ready for a flight?
I know it's a typo but I am cracking up at Mr. Gayson.
WHATEVER, he is not going to think about that, because if he does, he's going to miss out on the whole flying experience.]
Hello Superman! Yes sir, I am ready, willing, and able to go flying, now that you're here. [He beams at him, slightly bouncing on his toes. He will never get over the little kid excitement at this.]
was it a typo WAS IT (yes it was)
He grins at him once he's confident he really isn't going to break into laughter, arms wide open.]
Ready when you are, and please don't call me 'sir'. Makes me feel old!
OKAY SO I understand if you don't want to continue, but I would love to, so ;; Your call!
But more importantly, because he was his friend.]
You're not old! I'm just being respectful, I heard that's what kids my age do now and again. [Versus people your age oh wait. Dick's grin just grows broader.]
Never mind! Let's go, I'm ready. [He comes over and balances the jugs carefully so he doesn't hit him with them when he figures out a way to hold on.] Did I ever tell you about my skydiving? I mean this in a 'I like falling, but if the jugs slip from my grasp, that's going to require more sweet-talking to ghosts'. [He looks up. Man, can he just jump into his arms all bridal style? Because how much fun would that be. But, alas, he'll leave that one for now, just plastering himself to Clark's side.]
I love backtags shhh
You do know it's not the first time I do this, don't you? [Dick might not have jumped into his arms but he still totally gets picked up bridal style. Emasculating, maybe, but after all these years he's learned it's definitely the safest way to carry someone.] This isn't even a transatlantic flight, easy.
<333
Don't worry, I do. I do I do I do I do I do... [This is why he doesn't sing, it's not really the best. But come on, bridal style with an I Do song? Next time, he's going to hop into his arms, no problem. It's only emasculating if you think of it like that.]
Just wanted to check and double check. Maybe triple check. I learned from the best.
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'The best' has flown with Superman Airlines more times than he will probably admit out loud. Are all passengers ready for the take off?
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Like I don't know how many times? [Come on. Maybe he doesn't know EVERY time, but he knows a lot of them.]
Ready, Captain! Everything is ready and held on very tightly. [Can we go now? Can we? Please?]
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Dick would probably find even that a little bit cool, but still.]
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Once they land, he waits till he gets dropped off, juggling the jugs (see that there), and look at that. They didn't lose them.]
I'm going to become seventy years old, and still want to do that. [He pauses.] Okay, maybe not seventy, but you get it.