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

[fdaterminator]

And like I've been saying--try the fruit-looking things. You don't know what their version of beets is unless you eat them.

[cibopath]

[He picks up a very round and very bright red fruit... looking... thing and cringes.]

What, so I'm supposed to figure this out by trial and error? I don't know what this'll do to me!

[fdaterminator]

Of course you don't! That's sort of the point of trial and error, you dumbass!

How'd you figure out beets was the magical heebie-jeebie nullifer? Let me guess, a little bird you ate told you.

[cibopath]

[and he just GLARES.]

Smartass. [Fuck it. Tony takes a bite-- but the look on his face says that it's obviously not successful.]

Ugh, God-- what kind of-- I'm telling you, this isn't going to work, John!

[fdaterminator]

At least I'm trying to fucking help!

Do you have any suggestions?!

[cibopath]

Stick with what does work?

[Tony there are not going to be any beets here Jesus Christ.]

Or we can at least narrow down things that're similar to beets and not blindly try things.

[fdaterminator]

[Sighs and gives his partner a look.] Ton, you keep this up you're going to starve. Just because they look like beets don't mean they're going to work like beets. I know you don't like your freaky powers and I know what they can do to you, but unless you want to be hooked up to an IV like some vegetable you're going to have to try to eat the fucking food.

[cibopath]

[ok FINE mom

Tony gives Colby a look of desperation-- he's so damn hungry, but god, he doesn't want to have to put up with the cibopathy bullshit if he can avoid it-- and sighs, staring at the rest of the spread.]

Fine.

...Only if you try it with me.

[fdaterminator]

[Man you know it's a cold day in hell when Colby has to be the responsible one.]

Done. What do you want to try first?

[cibopath]

...That one.

[Tony points at something that looks sort of like a small slice of mille-feuille cake. Pastries. Innocent, right?]

By the way, I'm telling you what's in it if it's bad. I am not suffering this bullshit alone.

[fdaterminator]

Whatever makes you happy, Ton.

[Colby breaks a piece of it in two and pops it into his mouth.] Tastes like cake. I can only imagine how scary cake is.

[cibopath]

[Tony takes a bite, and--

grains ground to a fine powder, fruits freshly harvested, sugar, 325 degrees in an oven; a chef with a speech impediment and some REALLY weird kirin-based fetishes, now a ghost resurrecting the flavors of his dead civilization; the taste of something strange, ethereal; a bitter sense of-- of something missing, being DEAD for years upon years--

--he nearly sputters, but swallows his bite of cake with a grim look on his face.]

I can't fucking eat this. [He massages his forehead.] I keeps seeing the ghosts. The afterlife isn't something I'm supposed to be seeing, apparently.

[fdaterminator]

Dude, you ate dead people. Really dead people. I'm sure this is nothing compared to that.

[cibopath]

But that was... finite. They were dead-dead. Ghosts are something else entirely.

[fdaterminator]

How!? They're both dead!

[cibopath]

No, they're not! Ghosts are-- it's kind of like they're somewhere in this weird limbo-- I don't know, I'm just saying what it feels like, okay? I don't always understand what the powers pick up!

[fdaterminator]

Yeah well, if I remember correctly, you told me that you were going to share, and this is a whole lack of sharing.

[cibopath]

[WORLD

WEARY

SIGH.]

You know what. Fuck it. I give up.

[fdaterminator]

Dude, if you starve who will be my partner?

[cibopath]

I'll learn to photosynthesize.

[1/???]

[fdaterminator]

[2/???]

[fdaterminator]

[He's kidding, right?]

[3/???]

[fdaterminator]

[He's gotta be joking.]

[4/???]

[fdaterminator]

[He's not joking.]

[5/???]

[fdaterminator]

[Why is my partner so dumb?]