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

[relatable]

I wasn't startled-- [She blurts out. Stomach churning, she can feel that pressure on her chest that keeps telling her 'he know, he knows', and that helplessness arises that makes her want to freak out.]

I just don't know if I can trust you any more.

[seetoomuch_dontseeenough]

[He laughs a little. Which seems like the wrong response but it's the resigned kind of laughing.]

That's fair. [Honestly, his view of her is shaken, knowing that she helped her father. Boyle was one thing, but knowing that she was the lure, and thinking back to that stupid time he thought he'd teach her how to fish... He sighs, trying to keep himself together.]

I don't expect you to.

[relatable]

[She doesn't like the laugh, feeling like she's said something stupid or wrong. But she doesn't think she has.]

You won't tell me something. [She bites her lip, trying to keep her composure, looking around quickly before blinking back up at him. She knows that's what it is.]

[seetoomuch_dontseeenough]

You would hate me. If I told you. [There's really no lying to her. He's not good at keeping appearances, not when it's something like this. The emotional pressure is too much for him to stay calm about it.]

[relatable]

Hate is a pretty strong word. [Though she is alarmed now. She shifts her weight from one foot to the other.]

[seetoomuch_dontseeenough]

It's a pretty... [What is even the right word to use right now? He struggles to find it. '...big thing'? No, that sounds too casual considering what he's talking about.]

It merits a strong word, Abigail. I don't want to tell you about it because I don't want it to affect your life here. [Because you still have one here.]

[relatable]

[She looks affronted.]

It's already affected me. Is it Jack? [Is that what he's afraid to tell her? Does Jack finally get proof and set out an all out attack to pin everything on her? She blinks suddenly, not sure if she can handle anything right now. She can't freak out though, especially here. Quickly she looks around, composing herself with a slow inhale.]

[seetoomuch_dontseeenough]

[He shakes his head. Somewhat, more on his end, but not really her's.] He doesn't know-- [shit, it's out of his mouth before he can even

he is going to fuck this up if he keeps talking, but he's going to fuck it up if he doesn't. two paths down the same road.]

[relatable]

[She stands as still as the deer she used to hunt. Caught, she's caught, and it's suddenly like everyone in the place has their eyes on her. Abigail is sure her heart has stopped.]

Doesn't know what? [Because there are many ways that sentence can end.]

[seetoomuch_dontseeenough]

[He has dug his grave and now he has to lie in it. He takes in a deep breath.]

That... you helped your father.

[relatable]

[All color is drained from her face when he says that. She can't deny it either. She knows he knows somehow, he's seen it or something. But she can't take it back, and it's like the world is shaking under her feet.

This isn't supposed to happen here.]

How do you know? [She glances around quickly like the whole place knows what they're talking about.]

[encephalicious]

[He watches her, wondering if they should leave. It probably wasn't good to talk here. Not with what could come up, even if they danced around word choice.]

Do you want to talk about this somewhere else?

[relatable]

Yeah, I-- [She looks around again and swallows hard, fingers held tight in a ball.]

Not here. I need to explain, Will. [Because she didn't want to. He has to know she isn't like that.]

[encephalicious]

[Before, he had lost it. Here, he was more willing to listen.] We can go to my suite. Or yours. Or just--[because upon second thought, going to his place may seem closed off, like he was going to bear down on here]-- just wherever you seem comfortable.

[relatable]

[She stops then, things clicking in her head.]

You lied then. You said Jack suspected, but it wasn't true. But you know. [Yeah, so much for not doing this here.]

we can move this into my catch-all log whenever they move from the bacchanal

[encephalicious]

[Caught in a web and all the spiders have come home.]

I said that because... I don't want to believe it. Jack suspected but he never knew.

Please, if you want to hear everything, let's not talk here. [Please.]

sure

[relatable]

Let's just go-- out. [Because she doesn't really want to go anywhere too far with him.]

[encephalicious]

[He nods, reaching to take her hand at first, but reconsiders, instead just walking towards the exit silently. He had nothing else to say right now.]