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

[doc_holi]

Holiday listened intently to his words, knowing that what he said was true. People had problems with adaption into new roles, whatever role that may be, and it hindered them until they broke.

When he came to the example, however, she did not see an actor on a stage, but herself a year younger as the assistant lead researcher of Providence. Back before Rex had been found and things changed. Back when everything was still chaos and no one had an answer for their loved ones turning into monsters. Back when Beverly, her sweet, funny, beautiful baby sister turned into that thing and tried to kill her. When she signed her life over to them, when they performed autopsies on aware specimens, when they killed just to see what doing this might do. She had failed to adapt into that role and if Rex hadn't come along when he did, she wasn't entirely sure what would have happened.

Almost upset, she blinks out of the flashback, suddenly aware that she had been asked a question. Holiday takes a breath and is back to herself again within a moment.

"The species can adapt, but sometimes the mind doesn't want to. I think humans are more likely to do whatever suits them best on a personal level. If one values the way things were before their current situation or are perhaps convinced someway that things can't be any different, I imagine it would be difficult to adapt. Not to say everyone in those sorts of situations can't with time, but sometimes a part of them doesn't entirely want to, rather it's for selfish reasons or paranoia. If anything, humans are more likely to adapt as a society, but I can't say anything about an individual."

[depicted]

It has hit a mark, then, and entirely by accident. A strike close to home. He can only assume it has something to do with the things that struck her Earth and changed it, but it could just as easily be a deeply personal matter.

Or both, Dorian thinks.

Either way, he could only know by asking, and he isn't sure that's the wisest course. Not with someone who snaps back that fast.

Instead, he laughs. "Society adapts, and the demographics that don't pass on? True enough. It makes pinpointing beginnings and ends a rather artificial process. But I don't blame those who can't adapt to their era. It's not as easy as the up-and-coming generations would love to think it."

[doc_holi]

Holiday shakes her head with a small smile. "No, no one's to blame if they fail to adapt. It's just the problem of being in a bad situation at the wrong time. Society adapts for the survival of the species. Instinct and all that. During the great chain of evolution, some must be cut out and it's no one's fault."

... She takes a deep breath, looking off to the side for a moment. "That's a bit of a morbid way of looking at things, isn't it?"

[depicted]

Perhaps, but morbidity is not a sin as long as it isn't heartless." He holds up a hand with a smile. "As long as I won't hear any Social Darwinism from you, I won't protest."

Dorian understands the place that those ideas come from. He has been witness to it, generation after generation. He can't judge it.

[doc_holi]

She smiled, too. "Thank you. Trust me, I don't usually buy into that stuff either. My head is still stirring from arriving here, I guess. Giant turtles, you know.

"What about you? How have you adapted so far, if I may ask?"

[depicted]

"Perfectly understandable," he assures her.

"Mm? Oh, I think I've adapted reasonably well." He traces the edge of his glass with a finger. "I've even been growing to like it here. It's . . . a very interesting place."

[doc_holi]

She nods with a smile. "I know what you mean. It's not home, but in some ways it's better. If my friends and family were here, I doubt I'd ever want to leave."

Holiday took a sip of her drink, thinking on her words. They were true, to an extent. They just weren't here and she doubted they ever would be.

[depicted]

"If you could get them to stay," he says, and a moment later realizes that the bitterness was too honest. He had never intended such candour, but now that he has started, he can't stop.

"That's the problem with this place. That's what makes it impossible to really love. Everyone knows that we all lose everyone in time, but here, they're stolen away after half a heartbeat—no warning, no logic, no way to know whether they're gone for good or they might come back. In a place like this, you can't even trust that it's safe to grieve."

He has more than let himself get carried away with injuries too fresh to be ignored. "For your sake, Rebecca, I hope that your family and friends never come here. It is better to miss them than to have and lose them in this uncertain place."

[doc_holi]

Holiday frowns after a moment, thinking on that statement. She had yet to experience anyone leaving, but if it was so possible... The thought scared her.

"I suppose the uncertainty makes it worse than death. That piece of hope-" She's been known to latch on to a small spark of hope as a life line. It had every potential to destroy a person if they fought for that hope fiercely enough.

In the end, she nods to him. "I'll remember that. I hadn't realized the place ran like this, but it makes sense."