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Event | Sinbrilee | Bacchanal
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
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!
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... 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?"
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Dorian understands the place that those ideas come from. He has been witness to it, generation after generation. He can't judge it.
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"What about you? How have you adapted so far, if I may ask?"
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"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."
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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.
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"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."
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"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."