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

[coolerthansora]

That's dumb. They're the funnest. And sometimes... Sometimes.

[He lowers his voice shh it's a secret.]

They get- a little sexy.

[croceamors]

Sexy?

[His voice kind of catches in a snicker.]

Oh no, you're all grown up, and calling Axel in a pillow fight sexy. Hm. How do pillows even get sexy...

[notduchess]

I've never heard of one beyond 'you do bad things, you die, you end up in hell', until now.

[coolerthansora]

I- I am grown up.

[Or wait... Was Saix even disputing that? He has no idea.]

They get sexy when you fall over on each other and don't get up.

[freedom_engineer]

[Colin looks to the shrine, and he smirks.]

If I had to guess, I think Old Pyth just woke up. Viola? Hold on to that doll. I think you may have gotten the bull's attention.

[His father was a traveling performer for decades, raiding tombs and dungeons and finding artifacts and puzzles like this all the time. Colin loved these stories, growing up. He paid complete attention to them, filing everything away for the day HE would go out into the world and be an adventurer. That had never happened, but Colin never forgot those stories... He's genre savvy, but it occurs to him that he may also be WRONG genre savvy... still, no sense in ignoring the importance of those stories.]

[croceamors]

How is that sexy? That's just... falling onto each other. If I fell onto you right now, it wouldn't be sexy.

[Or is that because they have booze and not pillows...]

[coolerthansora]

...that's 'cause we don't like each other, and there's no pillows.

[He's pretty sure on that one.]

[hellpyre]

Eh? ... yeah. That's my family name. How'd you know that?

[croceamors]

So if we had pillows, we'd be halfway there.

[orzelbialy]

[It is a little strange, yes, but he doesn't speak on it.]

... I do. I miss my home in more ways than one, and all of them equally painful.

[Frederic is used to being displaced, but that doesn't make it any easier to deal with.]

[coolerthansora]

Mmmyeah. It'd be halfway sexy.

[That's how math works right.]

[orzelbialy]

It couldn't hurt, I suppose...

[They could just go back out to the Skyway after the festival is over and get more.]

[orzelbialy]

[Frederic's face screws up a bit, lips pressing tight and something of a flash of irritation crossing his face before it fades. He wants to be angry at the accusation, but speaking about it out loud for once makes him doubt his own words rather quickly.]

... the world that Polka and the others came from... for a long time while I was there, I was convinced I was dreaming. That, in the last moments of my life in Paris, France, I created a world to escape the pain of my condition.

It crossed my mind once, that Polka being so similar to Emilia was not mere coincidence.

[freedom_engineer]

[Colin doesn't mind the punch in the arm in the slightest. If anything, it makes him smile.]

If you don't like the nickname, I can change it.

But that's how I met you, it's kinda stuck in my brain now. Cute doesn't factor into it.

Promise.

[croceamors]

[Totally how math works.]

So now we just have to figure out how we'd actually... like each other.

[croceamors]

Then the seat is all yours again.

[He'll go back to just standing nearby and watching.]

[hellpyre]

[Oh good, she can go pass out for a few hours.]

Heh... okay. My voice probably sucks now, but it'd still be fun to learn.

[coolerthansora]

I think it just... happens.

[Squinting at Saix though as if it's going to "just happen" now-ish.]

[croceamors]

[Yeah, he thought so.]

And then you realized it was not the same.

[hellpyre]

I guess that makes sense... Japan is an island so it probably came from most people bein' fisherman and whatever.

[Necessity and all that, not that Rin knows the word.]

[fuckthemancers]

She'll be patient with you, don't worry.

Still doing alright?

[Because he's pushing in the doors, now, leading her inside.]

[orzelbialy]

[Oh no. Alcohol. It wasn't as if he was trying to avoid the stuff. He had even mentioned to Saix that getting some down might make him a more enjoyable person for this festival. But everything here was so strong. Far stronger than any fancy wine given out at the parties he's used to.

He scowls a bit at the thought of singing anything at all. It would sound terrible! He's so sure of it.

But she is offering...]

I... wouldn't want to take your drink away from you, Viola.

[fuckthemancers]

Yes, that would definitely bring up the need for a variety of seafood dishes. It seems they were quite creative.

[croceamors]

[He'll be squinting right back, then.]

Vague.

[coolerthansora]

Let's find pillows later. That half's easy.