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

[aloneintheuniverse]

[He does as instructed, the hand at her waist doing little more than hovering, afraid to actually touch a girl.]

[backwordscompatible]

[By now, she was half expecting the timidness; her hand reached back and placed his firmly where it needed to be before coming to rest lightly on his shoulder. To her credit, she did manage to keep from rolling her eyes at him, although she couldn't stop the quip from coming:]

I promise I've already had all my shots. Measles, mumps, and cooties.

[With a knowing grin to show he was really making far more a big a deal out of this than he had to, she started leading him around in a basic, slightly stiff three-step pattern.]

See? Not so bad, is it?

[aloneintheuniverse]

[He follows along easily enough, watching their feet as he counts to himself, "one two three, one two three..."]

[backwordscompatible]

[She gives him a few. Waits until he seems like he's figured out how to count to three--and she was so proud--before tilting her head down to try and catch his gaze.]

I'm up here, Clark.

[aloneintheuniverse]

Right! Sorry!

[He looks up, at her, still stealing furtive glances downward to make sure he's not stepping on toes, but he smiles sheepishly, trying to make up for it.]

[backwordscompatible]

Don't worry about it.

[Once he's looking up, she lifts their arms up in the air and improvs a quick turn around, hair and dress lightly twirling with her. Just to show him he was doing fine.]

You really don't dance very often, do you?

[aloneintheuniverse]

[Huh. He didn't know he could do that. Even if technically she did it.]

Not really. More like, never?

[backwordscompatible]

[See what happens when you actually try? or, you know, get her to do it for you]

Why not?

[aloneintheuniverse]

[He shrugs, an awkward motion while dancing.]

Nobody ever asked me before. [That and he's only ever been to one dance before.]

[backwordscompatible]

...okay, I guess that's half an excuse.

But why didn't you go ask them?

[aloneintheuniverse]

[Because he knew they'd say no.] Because I never really felt like it, I guess.

[Trying to change the subject, he tries lifting his arm for her to turn under again.]

[backwordscompatible]

[Seeing him put the effort in, she goes along with it, lifting her arm with his and twirling again.]

Nice. You're learning.

And you should give it a try. I can't imagine there not being a handful of girls who'd love to hang out with you.

[aloneintheuniverse]

So far there's you, and, uh, Hayley, and this girl Julie I met. But you're all older. There's nobody my age.

[backwordscompatible]

You know, you're the first boy I've ever met who complains about getting an older woman's attention.

[To hide her chuckling, this time, she holds their arms up and spins him]

Besides...we can't be the only teenaged girls on the Turtle. I'm sure there has to be a few your age around here.

Maybe we should go find them.

[aloneintheuniverse]

I wasn't complaining, I was just--

[Oh, now he's being spun. Okay...]

Maybe. But not right now. I think I'm kind of getting a hang of this dancing thing.

[backwordscompatible]

Careful. At this rate, I'm going to start thinking you're actually having fun.

[aloneintheuniverse]

[Clark laughs at that, clearly losing the battle to stoicism and secrecy.]

[backwordscompatible]

[Boy, that battle was lost the moment you met her]