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

[bludhavenknight]

[He doesn't say thank you for the fact that she dropped it all, but she could see the relief and gratitude on his face. It was a thankful expression, truly, but more then that, it was very open.

Right before he shut it again with a smirk.] I always have time for you. Especially when it comes to showing you what I can do with my hands.

[They're still talking about sparring, right? Sparring. Yes. Sparring.]

[wingedwarrior]

[She takes the gratitude silently, giving a simple nod in response. Everyone's got a history, and some would rather not share it right away. She can respect that.

She can also return that smirk with a flirty little one of her own.] The maybe we'd better schedule a little private date to see who's better with their hands.

[They are not talking about sparring anymore.]

[bludhavenknight]

A little private date? [He hopes they're not talking about sparring now.]

I'd love to see which one of us is better with their hands. Though I don't mind if we're evenly matched. [He tips her back, giving her a smaller, but definitely more flirtier grin.]

[wingedwarrior]

At my place, maybe. [Well, sparring could certainly lead to other things.]

If how you dance is any indication of how you use your hands, consider me impressed already. [There's a laugh as she leans back, her smirk matching his flirtatiousness just as much.]

[bludhavenknight]

At your place sounds like a good idea. I don't think you want to see my place. [There's a lot of stuff there. Like. A lot of stuff. Like that motorcycle he's building, he probably shouldn't do it in the apartment, but where else will he do it?

God, he had some awful response to that, something about tongues, but for the first time (not the first time, but sort of), he actually held his tongue.]

Good with my hands, good with feet... okay, bad example, but how about good with my arms? I'm pretty good with my arms, too. [He brings her back up with the cheekiest grin ever.]

[wingedwarrior]

Don't think a little mess would scare me away. But my place it is. We'll just have to ask Kyle to leave for a while. [Hell, she'd probably be interested in everything he's working on. She's got a bit of experience with mechanics, she might even be able to help.]

Sounds like your upper body is more than good. [And looks it. She spins after being brought back up.] So far, you've proved very talented with your feet.

[bludhavenknight]

...Oh, I forgot you lived with Kyle. In that case, I think my place would be a lot better. You just need to close your eyes and count to twenty, before you can come in. [He grins at her, though how could he forget to she lives with Kyle!? Oh god, no, definitely not, can't do anything if he's there. Or if his presence is there.]

It's from lifting twelve year olds up onto the uneven bars. They just get so heavy at that age, who knew? [He's joking, of course, but she doesn't know about his other stuff. Or does she?] I've always been light on my feet. It helps make me do the really ridiculous ballroom dancing moves.

[wingedwarrior]

Not exactly live with. He just hangs out at my place. A lot. [So it's more like he bums off her place a lot. She knows he lives with Jim, but that's on a need to know basis.]

Oh come on, twelve year olds are as light as a feather. But they've done wonders for you. [To her, they are, but Shayera doesn't go by normal people standards.] How ridiculous are we talking? If you start using moves from a hundred years ago, I may have to walk away.

[bludhavenknight]

That's still living there. At least half the time living there, that counts as living there. And I'm imaging him with a big, giant key. [Big, giant key. Big and giant combine together to make a really, really large key.]

Are you kidding?! They're heavy! And there's a lot of things to lift them up to, like the uneven bars, parallel bars, the rings... it's a lot of lifting. [Okay, they're not actually that heavy, since most of them are gymnasts. And there're enough mothers and coaches and all kinds of people yelling at them to be absolutely perfect. Dick never did that.]

Does Fred Astaire count as a hundred years ago? But I do know the dance they did back in the whole Merchant of Venice time period, along with telling you about the hair styles and what they meant.

[wingedwarrior]

He mostly just bums off my place. But no, he doesn't walk around with a huge key. [Bit redundant there, Dick.]

They barely weigh a hundred pounds. That's a bunch of awfully specific equipment, though. Are they gymnasts? [The ones he knows, of course. Shayera doesn't even know any twelve year olds.]

How is it that is something you know? It sounds so random to know things about ancient Venice.

[bludhavenknight]

[Big, giant key sounds a lot better, though.] That's a shame, I would love a picture of that.

[He gives a nod, not concealing a smile. He really loved working with them.] The older ones are. I wish you could see them, they can probably kick my ass when it comes to flips. [He laughs.] I also taught a tumbling class for three and four year olds, so there wasn't as much lifting with them.

[He raises his hands in the air, giving a little shrug.] I'm a history fan, what can I say? Ancient history, mostly. I worked as a curator for a little bit, I can also talk about Greco-Roman wrestling!

[wingedwarrior]

[Alas, we can't always get what we want.] Something tells me he'd be more than happy to oblige.

[At the mention of them being better, her eyebrows raise in that common amused and curious way they tend to.] Even Mr. Acrobat? You certainly know how to keep your hands full with children. Starting an army?

[Wrestling!!! Fighting!!! You have her attention.] If you know the techniques they used, please enlighten me. [She needs to kick some booty, man.]

[bludhavenknight]

Then I should remember that. Consider the idea, all of that.

[He laughs, drumming his fingers on the table.] That's me, I'm training the next set of flying monkeys. We've been running out of them lately, you see.

[He nods briskly.] I know most of them, but they're... more of a hands on learning tool. It's not the same to read and see a picture, then to actually do it yourself.