Welcome Festival | Day 06 | All Sectors | OPEN

[hazelwood]

Characters: You! And you! Even you!
Location: All Sectors
Situation: It's the sixth and final day of the Welcome Festival!
Warnings/Rating: To be updated if actual warnable material occurs.

OOC Details:
>Header threads are available for the major events of the day and anyone can tag into them, replying with others as they are interested.
>Our thanks go to everyone that volunteered their character for the special event today! Favrielle and Yue are the lucky two foreigners that will be "voluntold" for a grand demonstration in front of half the city.

FINAL DAY:
Five days of festivities have come and gone, but the sixth dawns as one final celebration across all of the sectors, with the tours of each day reinstated and the markets re-opened for all! The lanterns made during each previous festival day now decorate their respective sectors and are being lit throughout the day -- though each sector has a podium with the most beautiful of the foreigner-made lanterns on display, ready to be lit at sunset.

With five sectors and twelve active gangs spread across Keeliai, the Alderwood Commander has mobilised the entire police force to patrol all areas and enforce the laws where they have been broken. An eye has been applied to the exact deployment of officers, with the greatest congestion in the Fire, Metal, and Earth Sectors according to gang presence and criminal activity over the course of the festival. Given that the entire force is beating the shell, there are equal amounts of upstanding and corrupt officers spread about and a few juulan go the extra distance in dissuading the latter when one has crossed the line.

Evandau is again a constant presence today and he moves with such frequency through the sectors that he often seems to be in two places at once. Most of the honest kedan take his presence as a reassurance, but there is the portion that eye him nervously and avoid eye contact. There are rumours of a half dozen arrests overseen by him personally since dawn, but he has proven too busy to confirm that via idle chatter with civilians.

Despite the increased police presence, criminal activity continues to fluctuate. Many of the less savoury kedan can be seen employing their skills for their own betterment, so mind your purse and person anytime that you go into a crowd or off the main thoroughfares.

Once again, should two or more characters get into an large-scale altercation, be it with NPCs or one another, please advise Alex (reignsdown or gmail or aim) for intervention/dispersal.

PARADE:
Roadways have been cordoned off throughout all of the sectors for the sake of one parade to trace a spiral route out from the center of Keeliai to the outer walls. Preparations for this parade have been the most secretive of all events during the Welcome Festival, but it's clear by the costumes donned by dancers and acrobats meant to participate in it that no expense has been spared.

Scheduled to begin two hours after dawn, it has drawn many kedan to the sidelines to watch. They, in turn, have been encouraging foreigners to the very front and center, where many have gathered to see and follow the path of performers as they trek through the city.

Widely agreed upon as a beautiful way to mark the final day's festivities, there are few in Keeliai that realise the parade's start is about to be usurped by a demonstration far more powerful that the grand luxuries displayed over the previous five days.

Interrupted before it can begin, all ceremony is gone when the crowds are swarmed by members of the most powerful gang in the Fire Sector and two foreigners are taken hostage, dragged onto the stage bridging the street -- a planned platform for Lieuen to make a final festival speech from -- as the leader of the gang steps up to spread an entirely different, anti-foreigner sentiment while making a demonstration that no one will forget.

Comments

[sophos]

[She's seen the tree houses before in her own exploration, but Annabeth still can't help studying them over. Actual, livable tree houses. She's always wanted to see inside, and now that Yelena willingly showed her where she lived, there's a chance she'll see the inside eventually, too.]

Yeah, I can. I remember where they were.

[The two floored suites. She doesn't walk passed Yelena, but she knows for sure the end destination as they close the distance on it.]

[tasteforpoison]

Thanks.

[And they're at Yelena's now. She heads for the door, giving a look back at Annabeth.]

Do you want to come in for a bit? You shouldn't...do that thing where everyone can see it, probably.

[She's being cautious and...well, if she trusts Annabeth this far she can trust her inside her place and let her catch her breath for a bit.]

[sophos]

[She's about to go invisible right then and there -- she does it often enough in front of people and monsters back home, though it's usually in the midst of a battle. Then she pauses at the offer, a little surprised but not showing it visibly.]

Sure. For a second. It might be better that way.

[Because it would be, and she's got the chance to keep that card a bit longer up her sleeve, in case anyone's watching. So she'll take it.]

[tasteforpoison]

[With a nod, Yelena leads her inside.

It's a two-floor suite, built into the trunk of a large tree. If Annabeth has seen the suites before, she'll note that Yelena's done next to nothing to personalize it. With the exception of a thing or two out of place, there might as well be no evidence that anyone lives there at all.

With the door closed behind them, Yelena slips her switchblade back into her pocket, down to the sheath at her leg, and then awkwardly looks at Annabeth.]

You can sit for a while if you'd like.

[sophos]

[Immediately, she's distracted by the interior. She tries not to be terribly obvious about her scrutiny, but it's probably not as subtle as she'd prefer. When it comes to architecture, Annabeth is the opposite of subtle.]

[Though she notes the lack of apparent personalization, that's not what she's really paying attention to. It's the structure itself that's holding her attention.]

[With a bit of a delay and longer than should be considered polite conversation, Annabeth remembers Yelena speaking. But she missed what the words were.]

Sorry -- I missed that. What did you say?

[tasteforpoison]

[Yelena raises an eyebrow as Annabeth seems lost in her examination of the building. Not one to interrupt, she waits, and then decides to pull a glass from the cabinet to get them both water. By the time Annabeth resurfaces from her thoughts, Yelena's bringing the glasses over to the sitting area.]

I said you could sit for a while, drink some water, if you wanted.

[Leading by example, Yelena takes a seat in the corner of her couch and gets comfortable. It's her favorite seat in the room, aside from the arm chair to the side.]

You've never been in one of the wood sector houses before?

[sophos]

Oh. Thanks. [She doesn't sit just yet, her brain still partially in defensive mode; but she does accept the water, walking over and taking one of the glasses. After a sip, she shakes her head]

I haven't seen the interior of any of the houses, except for the ones Metal.

[No big deal. She'd planned on telling Yelena where she was staying eventually]

[She takes another sip in sync with another glance, this time more at the ceiling structure.]

[tasteforpoison]

[Yelena nods, with acknowledgment of the thanks and Annabeth trusting her with her sector. She drinks from her water glass, watching Annabeth look over the house. She noted in her a curiosity not unlike her own, though the focus was definitely different.]

Buildings interest you? Or is it that it's built inside a tree?

[sophos]

Both? I study a lot of architecture.

[And design cities for gods, but w/e w/e.]

[But she does tentatively smile thinking about it all, in combination with her examination of the house.]

[tasteforpoison]

Do you plan to build things yourself?

[One nice thing about Ixia? More equality for women during the last fifteen years. Architectural design is no longer just for men. It's for whoever has the skills to do well with it.]

[sophos]

[Her smile becomes something less tentative.]

I already was, back home -- at least, the designing part more than the actual building. It's been put on hold, even before I got here -- it's a little complicated. But in the future, too. Yeah.

[tasteforpoison]

[Yelena's smile is genuine.]

That's incredible, you must be really good for them to give you such responsibility already.

[And being from a territory that recently runs more like a meritocracy, Yelena truly believes it.]

[sophos]

[She beams with pride.]

The offer took me by surprise, but I could hardly say no.

[tasteforpoison]

What is it they're letting you design?

[She's not expecting much but anything would be interesting.]

[sophos]

An entire city?

[She tries to sound humble about this. Really, she does. But she's still overwhelmingly awed and pleased by it.]

[tasteforpoison]

[...]

An entire city?

[Her eyes are a bit wide.]

You must be very good at what you do.

[sophos]

[She can't help the grin that slides onto her face.]

It was wrecked in a war -- had to be rebuilt. I sort of, well it was kind of a reward that I was chosen to design it. It's a long story.

[tasteforpoison]

Maybe another time you can tell me about it.

[Whey they haven't just run for their lives from homicidal locals.]

[sophos]

Yeah. Maybe.

[And she's not very opposed to doing just that, surprisingly. But she sighs, glances outside, and her hand slides to her back pocket, where her hat sits (though she doesn't pull it out yet)]

But I should get going. Who knows what the streets are going to be like tonight.

[tasteforpoison]

[Yelena looks toward the door automatically, and nods.]

That would probably be best, but circle back here if you can't make it to your suite safely.

[Because safety over comfort, and Annabeth at least earned the right to stay safe in her suite if necessary.]

[sophos]

I'll be okay. But thanks, I'll keep that in mind.

[And with one final nod, she takes out the hat and slides it swiftly on her head, disappearing beneath it. Crossing to the door quickly enough, she opens it just enough to slip herself out before closing it behind her.]