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

[alphatar]

[Expecting to be told that her fishing wasn't important that she abandon her routine altogether, Korra's eyebrows raised at Kyle's word. That went a little more smoothly than she was expecting.

When the glass came her way, she smiled her thanks at Jim. A nice reminder of why she agreed to this in the first place. Not one to ruin anything Jim wanted to do, this was Jim and she adored him, Korra raised her glass.]

And fire extinguishers.

[She's trying to help.]

[imaginate]

[He bites down the flare of rage. He'll need time by himself, this took more out of his patience than he expected.]

To second chances.

[He takes a sip, and then puts it down, nods to Jim, and attempts for a lighter end to the conversation.]

Excuse me. Shayera's trying to tear another slit in her dress, I swear. I told her not to bring that mace.

[jirk]

[He very carefully doesn't let it show that he caught that anger, but he lets their glasses clink together.]

Good luck with her, she's a handful.

[alphatar]

[Taking her own sip, Korra watches Kyle leave over the rim of her glass. When he's out of sight, she set the glass down and slumped into her chair. First durability test her dress has that night.

She sighed as if she had been holding her breath for an obscene amount of time.]

I think I'm going to sit here for a little bit, you should go back out there and dance some more. [No more sipping, time to actually drink as much of the cool beverage as she needed.]

And hey, thanks for saying you'd be there. [She knew she'd be looking forward to the days at the clinic when Jim was there.]

[jirk]

[He lifts his glass, a little wry.]

You're welcome. And thanks for keeping your cool, huh?

[alphatar]

Was I that obvious? [She rubbed one of her hands and grinned sheepishly.]

[jirk]

[Wryly,]

I'd have told him to shove it. If I was in your shoes.

[alphatar]

Hey, I came really close to that after I apologized. Prison warden was dead on with what I was thinking. Stuck it out though. [She sat up a little straighter, slouching in that dress was rather unflattering.]

[jirk]

You did a good job. I'm proud of you.

[He reaches out to 'punch' her shoulder lightly.]

[alphatar]

[Korra knew the value of a shoulder punch.]

So are your muscles just painted on, or what? [Wryly right back at him.] I know a thirteen year old that punches harder than that.

[Whether it was her normal clothes, or fancy backless, low-cut dress, it was still Korra underneath it.]

[jirk]

Oh, yeah. You didn't know?

[Trollface.jpeg.]

It's a space thing. Muscle degeneration due to the low-grav working environment. Really tragic.

[alphatar]

[HE DID NOT JUST-

Nope, she can't hold it. Laughter bursts forth from her lips, making a phhthptph sound at first.]

Guess I'll just have to make sure I get you back in shape in then. Days when you're planning to be at the clinic?

[She's still wrapping her head around actually being there again.]

[jirk]

I'll come every three or so. Might change, depending on my schedule. We'll make it work.

[Well, of course they will. But.]

[alphatar]

Cool. We can ride Naga to the Earth Sector afterwards then.

[She's not even going to fuss about the fluctuating schedule. Jim knows what he's doing, she's seen the ship he commanded and that was more than enough for her.]

[jirk]

[-- wait.]

What's a 'Naga'?

[Because in mythology that's kind of a giant snake... thing.]