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]

I do not doubt that he is.

No, he does not deserve a leash. He is wild and he is free, I shall never do anything to lose him that.

[bacondivination]

Good, it's a terrible idea anyway. Fetters only teach someone how better to run away the next time.

[ He might be the voice of experience here. ]

[jondrette]

Loki, petite, you do not need to tell me this.

[bacondivination]

It never hurts to say things everyone should already know. It gives the ideas power.

[jondrette]

Perhaps... That is certainly an interesting way to put it. It does not sound wrong.

[bacondivination]

Mhmm, the dialogue used in a narrative makes it what it is.

[ It was more important for a god to mind. Mortals lived far too briefly to understand those implications. ]

And some of us aren't more than our stories.

[jondrette]

[She frowns for a moment.] Your stories? You'll have to elaborate, Loki.

[bacondivination]

You wouldn't get it. You clearly make up your own tale as you go.

[jondrette]

Don't say that! Perhaps if someone were to explain it, I would understand. I'm smarter than one would expect, and I won't have anyone forget it.

My tale is over.

[bacondivination]

It's hardly begun. Don't write yourself off so easily.

[jondrette]

My tale here, perhaps.

In Paris, I have nothing. I am dead there.

[bacondivination]

But you like it better here, don't you?

[jondrette]

...I do. I have friends here, Marius so close by again, no Cosette. I have money and clothing. But I cannot ignore all that I have had. Or have not.

[bacondivination]

It hardly has to guide your future. Pick whatever role you want. There is no one that can stop you, and that's awesome.

[jondrette]

Awesome? [To her, the word means something that inspires awe. Something to be feared.] Perhaps.