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

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[hackingyoursensors]

[Bows with a flourish.]

Dick the younger, at your service.

[It was still really weird but he hides his discomfort the best he can.]

[wingedwarrior]

[Well. Now it's going to be a little awkward when she flirts with the older Dick.] Glad to meet you, despite having already met you, technically. Gotta love all this multiple universe crap.

[hackingyoursensors]

[Earth-16 Dick: accidental cockblock.]

I know I do. Pronouns are a nightmare.

Let me guess, he already got you to dance, didn't he?

[wingedwarrior]

Oh, now those must just plain suck. Especially when you're in a conversation together.

[There's a flirtatious smirk on her face for all but a second as she thinks back to it.] You better believe he did. The guy really knows how to dance.

[hackingyoursensors]

We make it work.

[He sees that smirk, missy.] And here I was hoping I'd gotten to you first. Now if we dance, you'll compare me and myself.

[wingedwarrior]

[She purses her lips to make sure a laugh doesn't accidentally escape. Can't damage a child's ego.] Sorry, you must be this tall to ride.

[She holds her hand up to just above her chest. Don't worry, Dick, she's teasing.]

[hackingyoursensors]

Ouch, height jokes? I get enough of those back home.

[He's teasing right back.]

[wingedwarrior]

Then you must be used to them by now. [She hangs out with Wally, okay, she is never above teasing. Oh look, height jokes.]

[hackingyoursensors]

[Heavy dramatic sigh and an obviously manufactured 'kicked puppy look.']

I suppose I'll have to find another beautiful woman to dance with who isn't bothered by my height.

[wingedwarrior]

[That actually makes her laugh.] So long as you keep your hands where they're supposed to be, I don't see any harm in one little dance.

[But it will look ridiculous and she will laugh.]

[hackingyoursensors]

[He looks mock-wounded]

You wound me! I'm a perfect gentleman. I even have a certificate in gentelmanliness.

[Still, he offers her his hand.]

Shall we?

[wingedwarrior]

I'll need to check your credentials, then. [And she's holding out her hand in return for said certificate.]

[hackingyoursensors]

I don't have it with me. It's back home in Gotham.

[Gosh, Shayera.]

[wingedwarrior]

See, that's the kind of thing I'd always carry around. [No it's not, Shayera couldn't give a shit if she's ladylike or not.]

[hackingyoursensors]

I came unprepared, I'm afraid. The Emperor didn't even let me grab an extra pair of socks before I teleported here.

[Suave (?) grin.]

So? Are you willing to take a risk and dance with me?

[wingedwarrior]

She's really unaccommodating, isn't she? [Excuse her as she tries not to spit out her drink at his "suave" grin. He's like what, thirteen? That laugh behind her hand, you jut imagined it.]

I've taken way bigger risks than this, you're on.

[hackingyoursensors]

I know. You'd think she would learn after dragging so many of us here that there are just some things we can't leave back home.

[He doesn't care. He was kidding with the smile. He actually wiggles his eyebrows just to make her laugh more.]

I won't disappoint.

[He holds out his hand.]

[wingedwarrior]

You'd think someone in charge would plan this stuff out better. [WOW YEAH, she's easily cracking up now.]

You're doing a fine job of that now. [She takes his hand, and... yes, she is going to lead him out there.]

[hackingyoursensors]

A small oversight. We know "considerate" is the Emperor's middle name.

[He's laughing too.]

[He doesn't care about being led. Another redhead he knows likes to take charge. And it's not Wally.]

[He knows exactly how to stand, one hand on her waist and his other hand holding hers. He stands up as straight as possible so that it doesn't look quite as ridiculous.]

Next time, I'm bringing stilts. What dances do you know?

[wingedwarrior]

Much to everyone's surprise. [Stated very dryly, despite trying to keep the joke going. A party's no place for bitching about horrible hostesses.

She does hold back a smile at the fact that he's a good foot shorter than her.] That might make it worse. And one of the few I know is a simple waltz.

[hackingyoursensors]

I grew up in a circus-- trust me, I know how to use stilts with elegance and grace.

[Just be glad that he won't add backflips into this dance. Probably.]

[He starts them with a slow waltz, clearly an expert.]