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

[fuckthemancers]

Not having much luck?

[This is pretty much exactly why Zulf doesn't gamble. At least especially not on this day.]

[thirdoutofthree]

[ She groans with exasperation. ] Not really. But it shouldn't be this bad! It's just dice! It's not like it takes skill!

[fuckthemancers]

But it takes luck, doesn't it?

[thirdoutofthree]

More luck than I have, I guess. [ She huffs. ] I swear this game is rigged.

[fuckthemancers]

Well, this is the day dedicated to Olak... When you play them, you are in a way gambling alongside the Carefree Son. Things tend to favor the God of Chance and Whim.

[thirdoutofthree]

[ She shoots Zulf an irritated look. ] If you know so much, why don't you show me how it's done?

[fuckthemancers]

Fortune isn't exactly something you can show. There's a reason, after all, why it is called "blind luck".

[thirdoutofthree]

[ GUH. ] Well I'd close my eyes if I thought it was gonna help.

[fuckthemancers]

Well, it may make you feel better.

[thirdoutofthree]

Why? Because then I won't see myself lose? [ Her tone was a mixture of indignant and cheeky. ]

[fuckthemancers]

Yes.

[What? He's honest.]