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

[croceamors]

[Saix has never really gambled. Sure, that sort of thing was Luxord's expertise, but the two of them were never really friendly enough for a game to happen. Rather, Saix was never friendly enough and always too busy.]

[Still, you can find him near the gambling corner, eying everything with some distant curiosity.]

[orzelbialy]

[To Frederic, gambling rarely ever went beyond a game of cards with some of George's friends with low winnings for the sake of something to do. The idea that it could be anything more than that was a bit baffling, but interesting.

So Saix won't be the only one eying the games curiously.]

[croceamors]

Never played?

[Hey, at least he's not the only one stuck but interested.]

[orzelbialy]

Cards, with friends of my lover back home. But our pools were often small in comparison to what most would do, and it was never for any serious competition. The rest of this seems... complicated.

[croceamors]

It's not. From what I understand of those- [He points to the faux-steampunk slot machines.] You simply pull a lever and hope for the best.

[orzelbialy]

Is that all? I might be willing to try something like that then.

[croceamors]

Try it, then.

[What, him using Frederic as a test to see just how much the machines are rigged? Don't be silly.]

[orzelbialy]

[Uhuh, sure.

Frederic frowns, but he moves towards it, reading the amounts of acceptable shards before going the safe route with the lowest possible one.]

[croceamors]

[Don't mind him, he's just leaning against the side of it and watching how you do.]

[orzelbialy]

[Once his bet is in, he pulls the lever, and the symbols in the tumblers start rolling.]

[croceamors]

[He's heard kicking machines sometimes help them to work, but he'll withhold on that action until he sees if Francis wins or loses horrible.]

[orzelbialy]

[The tumblers eventually stop spinning, landing on two BARS and a cherry.]

... well that's not... terrible. [he says, glancing at the key at the top of the machine.]

[croceamors]

It looks decent, at least. Try again?

[orzelbialy]

[Frederic isn't eager to lose what's left of his shards, but he'd be lying if he said he wasn't at least curious to see how far he could get this to go.

Another pull, and this time... owch, a lemon, a cherry and a BAR.]

Hn.

[croceamors]

What a shame. You were so close the last time.

[orzelbialy]

I have a feeling this game will make a fool of me sooner rather than later...

[croceamors]

Well that's not an optimistic point of view at all.

[Said in the best deadpan he can manage.]

[orzelbialy]

I'm being realistic. Would you like to try it?

[croceamors]

I suppose so. Put in some more shards, then.

[orzelbialy]

[Frederic almost argues against using his own shards, but he feels like that would be useless considering who he's speaking to.

He places a few more in, and moves off the stool to allow for Saix to take over.]

[croceamors]

[He actually wasn't expecting that to work. He's about to just take a seat without saying anything when he pauses and seems to think something over.]

..Thank you.

[Wow that??? feels?? weird???? He's just going to sit down now.]

[orzelbialy]

[The thanks gets both eyebrows raised, but he tactfully says nothing. There's simply a nod and a faint smirk.

Don't mind Frederic totally hovering behind you, Saix.]

[croceamors]

[Fuck you, see if he's polite ever again.]

[Saix glances back to glare at him a little bit before he pulls the lever and gets the symbols spinning.]

[Bar... 7, Bar. Saix sighs.]

Well that's not surprising.

[orzelbialy]

[Would you rather he mock you mercilessly for it?]

My view was justified then.

[croceamors]

You know, we had a gambler back with the group that I formerly worked with. From what I understand from the other members' complaints, they claimed he was a cheater.