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

[mccallmemaybe]

What's it like, having a goddess as a mom?

[sophos]

[There's a pause, stretching out long enough to be potentially awkward.] Dangerous. [Honest enough without revealing too much of where her current feelings towards the gods are. Any demigod would give the same reply.]

[mccallmemaybe]

[ That's not the reply Scott was expecting. ] How dangerous?

[sophos]

The kind where monster attacks are a standard aspect of life. For starters.

[mccallmemaybe]

Doesn't having a god as a parent grant you some kind of protection?

[sophos]

On the contrary. It makes us the target, since they can't really go after the gods themselves. And the gods don't fight their kids' battles. [:T]

[mccallmemaybe]

Seriously? [ And here Scott thought having a god for a parent would be cool. ] That's terrible... I know it's better to fight your own battles but if it's a life or death situation, some help and protection would be nice. [ Especially from a parent. It should be in their nature to want to protect their child, not let them fend for themselves when their life is at stake. ] So you don't have the best relationship with your mom, then.

[sophos]

[Annabeth sort of keeps her expression even, but she bites the corner of her mouth.] We have a Camp, to train us, but we're supposed to get there mostly on our own. Sometimes the gods help on occasion, but they're not really supposed to, for whatever stupid reason. [Ahahaha the dreaded mother question, all too complicated right now. She stiffens, waves it off.] It doesn't matter.

[mccallmemaybe]

Like a summer camp? That almost sounds fun. [ He won't ask any more about her mother since it seems like a sensitive topic. ]

[sophos]

[She idly appreciates that!! And talking about Camp Half-Blood is easier; her face even gets a little wistful.] Yeah, pretty much. Some people stay year round, but it's basically a summer camp, only learning how to kill monsters is part of the curriculum.

[mccallmemaybe]

I wish killing monsters was part of the curriculum in my world. It would be seriously useful. [ Not that Scott likes killing, it really is a last resort for him, but he'd appreciate more help stopping the supernatural things in his world. ]

[sophos]

What kind of monsters? In your world, I mean. I should say it's not exactly standard schooling for most people, though.