Let the Festival Begin [Day 143 | Day 144]

[bastionmods]

Who: EVERYONE
Open: Open
When: Day 143 & 144
Where: All over the Bastion
What: The first two days of the Harvest Festival
Format Any
Warnings: None

For the past week or so, it may feel like to some that the Bastion is gearing up for something. And not anything bad, either. Something good and oh so needed. It's not just the people, the Caels and the Ura that are aware of what the coming days would mean if the world was still intact. It's like the very Bastion itself has suddenly gained new life, and there's a power over it that's greater than any person, creature or Core.

Anyone who is still awake as dawn breaks over the Bastion may find themselves inexplicably tired for no reason at all, and unable to give in to an intense need to close their eyes, just for a moment.

When everyone wakes, and I do mean everyone, the Bastion will be transformed. Decorations, lights strung across every angle, wreaths, tables with colorful cloths over them, streamers and banners and so much stuff just seemingly out of nowhere! The entire Bastion, suddenly a vibrant, beautiful place for a celebration. And not just any celebration.

The Harvest Festival!

Comments

[wayofvoice]

"Good. Bring as much to him as he does to you, then."

[croceamors]

Why would he make me feel?

[This is nice, 'tho, so he'll just be... trying to lean and not topple over.]

[coolerthansora]

Well, who else would? He was your- your best friend.

[croceamors]

Yeah.... But, I should probably make other friends. Or at least people who don't hate me.

[evacuate]

Are...are you sure? [Because it sure doesn't look like it. She glares at Ragnarok but can't bring herself to actually say anything—and she feels like she should; when she was picked on, indignation eventually gave way to despair, but watching Crona get slobbered on without regard just makes her mad.

But she's always been awful at sticking up for herself, and can't quite muster up the courage to stick up for Crona, either. Instead, she gropes about the table in search of napkins and starts pulling them together in front of Crona.] You don't look so good. Do you want to go somewhere quieter?

[coolerthansora]

...I don't hate you. We're not other friends, but I don't hate you.

[dontyoujustwish]

You mean the reality of them.

[croceamors]

..Oh.

[dontyoujustwish]

You had Nobodies who gambled?

[coolerthansora]

Oh what?

[croceamors]

They attacked using dice and cards, much like their master who was more on my level as a Nobody. His 'title' was 'The Gambler of Fate'.

[blackblooded]

[Ragnarok stuffs an entire loaf of bread in his mouth. Crona looks back up at Zia, then pushes against the table with both hands and sits up.]

Um... Maybe.

Ragnarok said he'd break my nose if I don't let him eat a lot. [The demon sword has been eating a lot. And drinking more alcoholic beverages than are healthy for either himself or Crona. Which is why Crona's taking a long time to put words into a sentence, and why when the words do come out, they're messy, blurred together like verbal watercolors.]

[croceamors]

Just.... oh.

I guess I'm doing something right? [Way to not sound sure, Saix.]

[coolerthansora]

Yeah, something. An' you're not doing the wrong stuff anymore.

[dontyoujustwish]

Well, that's dramatic.

What was your title?

[croceamors]

I'm not beating up Axel anymore.

...Recently.

[croceamors]

Our employer had a flair for it.

[Saix keeps Xemnas in mind as a guide of things he shouldn't do, really. Mostly "never be full of that much purple prose".]

I was the "Lunar Diviner".

[amphibian]

So, like, a one-way capture the flag? That sounds amazing! I love to run, this is exactly my kind of game... [SPORTS SPORTS SPORTS SPORTS SPORTS, what hath Lemaign wrought, except then the sportsing—doesn't stop, but de-intensifies a little, at least.] Hey, what about you? Aren't you gonna do any of the active stuff, or are you just gonna bet on the bull all week? [She says it with a teasing snicker.]

[orzelbialy]

[This probably wouldn't be a good time to mention that Polka's world might also have been Frederic's dying dream, would it?]

Emilia passed well over twenty years ago. I have no reason to use Polka as a replacement. I miss her, and I see many similarities in her, but my desire to protect her comes from friendship.

[fuckthemancers]

[Wow, rude. Zulf gives a slight huff.] I'm certain I'll do some things, but I've had a string of bad luck as of late. Considering that, I'd rather not get gored or trampled to death.

[orzelbialy]

Shortly after, I'm afraid. Not one of my clearer moments.

[orzelbialy]

[According to some people coughSaixcough that's a bad thing.]

Oh, thank you Polka. This all looks lovely.

[croceamors]

You seemed to have better luck than me, if you'd care to go again.

[croceamors]

Are you so certain?

[He doesn't mean to be so condescending, really, sometimes it just comes out.]

[amphibian]

Aw, the bull's not that bad. And bruises build character! [Clearly she would know, being halfway to just being a walking bruise.]