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

[orzelbialy]

[Sob Viola whyyyy]

I feel completely out of my element. A celebration that I'm not playing for... it doesn't seem right for me in the least.

[thirdoutofthree]

[ Because she can. She smirks. ]

Why? Because you're used to being the center of attention? [ Frederic, that is so vain. ]

[orzelbialy]

[Isn't it just?]

As arrogant as it sounds, yes.

[thirdoutofthree]

[ Viola laughed aloud, then looked over at him. ]

Wait, you're serious? You're the star at every party you go to?

[orzelbialy]

The moment my name was uttered, it was all people would talk about! Questions about my newest compositions, requests for music, invitations to events and venues all around France! These are the things that happen when music brings fame.

And to be quite honest... I preferred playing these events over being social. Music speaks for me better than my words ever could.

[thirdoutofthree]

[ She can't even fathom what that would be like. Like being a prince? A musical prince! Oh how clever, hopefully she remembers that in the morning. ]

You should get up and sing then. Everybody'd be paying attention to you in no time!

[ She beams. Clearly this is the best idea. ]

[orzelbialy]

[Oh Viola.]

Oh no, no no. I do not sing. At most I hum a tune. No one wants to hear me sing.

[thirdoutofthree]

I want to hear you sing. I bet you know lots of amazing songs!

[ She offers him her drink, a half-emptied glass of Cinderblock Stout. ] I'll even share my courage with you if it helps.

[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.

[thirdoutofthree]

[ She had a hunch that Frederic might loosen up a bit if he could be distracted somehow from thinking too much, as was his habit. She set her drink down on the table beside them. ] Oh, don't be such a stuffed shirt. The drinks are free anyway.

[orzelbialy]

["Stuffed shirt"? Wow he almost looks offended.

Offended enough to glare at the drink, and then snag it in a fashion very unbecoming of him. He has played in certain circles that catered to some of the rougher, less refined crowds and he was no stranger to those that chug their drinks like water.

... not that he was any good at it. The effort results in a round of coughing once he's got about half of what remained down.]

Good Lord in Heaven that is vile--!