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

[seetoomuch_dontseeenough]

[Will has always been good about blocking out the sounds of people at a crime scene so he can imagine what happened there. As for hearing all the sounds in the room like a chaotically rehearsed chorus, well... It's more like an over-stimulated mass of noise for him, so accustomed to silence filled with his mind's own noise.

What he does hear though is that Sei's voice sounds somewhat familiar. He can't really pinpoint why though. He had not communicated with him on the network at all. Not even looked into any of his previous posts.

Odd. Maybe it was just coincidence. A similar voice to someone he had heard before.]

It's... [He has to shake his head.] Music was never my strong suit.

[leviathaned]

...That is a shame and you are a poor, deprived man for it. [And you know, that sounds genuinely upset on Will's behalf, and sighs.]

But I guess that's the upside to interdimensional kidnapping. There's plenty of time for new things, eh? Better the chaos of life than some interminable silence.

[seetoomuch_dontseeenough]

[W...hat? Will's eyebrows knit together and he looks at Sei. Looks him over, looks over his carriage, looks at his face but in an unfocused manner. Getting an idea of what a vague picture would look like.

Is he...?]

I haven't seen you before... But I have, haven't I? [His tone is less inquisitive and more grave as he asks.

And that would mean.... That he's seen things he didn't want anyone to know about here. Not yet at least. The past is inevitably shared sometimes, but he'd just arrived not long ago.]

[leviathaned]

...I would have thought you'd have recognized me sooner.

[He's calm enough about it, and as far as he's concerned, Will saw plenty of things he wasn't supposed to as well. Although know Sei has to wonder just how much.]

Relax. There's nothing to be gained from telling the world about other people's nightmares. I'm sure I've caused a few myself, and anyway, I'm sure you saw plenty yourself, memory notwithstanding.

[encephalicious]

[He's reluctant to trust a stranger. But then again, strangers have done him less wrong than those he knew and trusted, so...]

I wasn't seeing things clearly. An association of something past.

But here, I am trying to be more concerned with the present. [Read as: I'm not gonna tell anyone about what I saw.]

[leviathaned]

...Just take care not to forget entirely, that can...bite you in the arse fairly handily. But I won't argue looking to the present. [Sei sighs, and looks down at his wine glass.]

I never did get your name, you know.

[encephalicious]

Will Graham. And I can promise you, I have little chance of forgetting what I've been through. I just try not to think about it so much.

[Unless one of the telepaths or psychics went in there and did something, but he doesn't really know any of them. Just heard about them.]

[leviathaned]

It's Sei. [He nods his head, and breathes out.] You've got a lot to not think about, from the sounds of it.

...Not that I can really talk, but all that silence...

[encephalicious]

It's that or noise. I prefer it to the noise.

[leviathaned]

'Noise'?

[encephalicious]

[Usually Will would be happy to keep the distance but it's odd to be standing a few feet away from who you're talking to, so he walks over and takes a seat on the couch with Sei. There's an arms length between them. He's not that interested in getting that up close and personal yet.]

Voices of other people. It's... a side effect of my old job.

[leviathaned]

A side-effect? [Sei arches an eyebrow, but he does shift slightly, arranging himself so they both have plenty of room but that so Sei can actually look at Will without constantly looking to the side.]

What kind of job clogs your head with other people's chatter? ['What's happened to the sound of your own thoughts', Sei wonders but doesn't say just yet.]

[encephalicious]

[Sharing a couch with a giant. That is a thing that Will is doing right now.

Usually he wouldn't be open to telling anyone about it, but Sei hadn't been that worried about the more gruesome details of his nightmares and he wasn't trying to take him apart for some psychological and scholastic satisfaction. That helped. He felt more at ease to talking when he wasn't going to be dissected for his thoughts and words.]

When you have to listen to their actions and unify with their thoughts, sometimes it lingers. Even when they've been caught and everything has been resolved.

[leviathaned]

[Sei considers this for a while. It sounds strange to him, sounds odd and weird until it doesn't.

(He remembers the space outside. He remembers seeing too much all at once. He remembers how long it took to put the pieces of his own mind back together, and sort out the pieces that hadn't belonged to him.)

He frowns, and rubs a thumb absently over the back of his left hand.]

...How long does it take, to separate the pieces back out?

[encephalicious]

I don't know. Some are still here. Some are gone.

[Honestly, it's pathetic that he has so little control over what happens in his own head but in a way his head is controlling him, not the other way around. He can try but he has little power over when his mind finally lets go.]

They find the wind to carry them away when it suits them.

[leviathaned]

...I wouldn't want to be at the mercy of the wind.

[He's not going to say how unhealthy it is because he's sure Will already knows.]

I always found there's more peace to be had in a song that could drown out errant little echos but...that might just be me.

[He won't overtly offer to help. He needs Will to ask. Sei's only ever been good at getting people to say what they want or need from him in one venue, and that's really not helpful here.

For one, he's certain that stubble would be like kissing sandpaper.]

[encephalicious]

Elements are fickle. No one gets to choose when the storm comes, when a whirlwind dies. The closest thing to safety is to find something steady to grasp to and wait for it all to... end.

[Except Ororo but he hasn't met her, doesn't know anything about her. He knows. He wishes he could tell them to stop, tell them to find their ways home. If there was ever a place to apply "I have no mouth and I must scream," Will's mindscape was that place.]

If I were better at keeping a tune, that might be a possibility.

[But his sense of rhythm suffered from falling out of the right tempo at the slightest provocation. The smallest sigh, a click, creak, or mumble, even whisper.]

[leviathaned]

..It doesn't always end. But we all have a choice to plunge headlong through the storm anyway. [His eyes narrow, and Sei thins his lips. Something was....very deeply wrong with this man.]

If you can't carry a tune, there's always the option of asking someone who can.