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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!
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Nothing in particular. I was named for my cousin.
[The incredibly cranky king. Unlike him, Nita doesn't feel the need to mention her royal status every other sentence, so she leaves it at that.
She looks at him, then at the dance floor, unconvinced. "One of hers" involves swimming. Nita herself can fly, but she's seen no indication Jim has her lackadaisical arrangement with gravity.]
I guess I could adapt one to two dimensions.
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Okay, that does get a slightly raised eyebrow though.]
As opposed to how many, exactly?
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Three.
[She takes off, not far, but high enough to be taller than he is, absurd little ankle wings flapping.]
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Yeah?
[He gives her a speculative look because wow that's really hot, ankle wings and all. He's seen way weirder.]
Well, I can't fly, but if you wanna take me...
[He trails off with a grin. Entrepreneurial.]
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Anyway, Nita has no intention of trying to improvise some kind of aerial dance moves with a partner who can't fly under his own power. Way too dangerous for the partner in question.]
Take you where?
[At least half the reason she's giving him that opening is to see if he'll take it.]
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Heaven.
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You've got your mythology wrong. I'm not an angel. I'm really more of a nymph.
[She might be getting her mythological information from other guys' past pickup lines, ahem.]
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[He raises an eyebrow, indicating her lightness of foot with one downward sweep of his hand.]