thebastion | Let the Festival Begin [Day 143

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!

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You prefer to observe than participate?

[Yes, that rather nonjudgmental voice is coming from the Bastion's resident giant dragon. 'Sup. Paarthurnax has been devouring the larges platters Colin has been kind enough to leave about for him, but he pauses to strike up conversation.]

[Surprisingly enough, he's not startled by said giant dragon. Then again, nothing really shocks him anymore.]

Mm. I find it far more interesting that way. [He comments absently, digging for a cigarette somewhere in his stitched lab coat. Sure, he'll probably eventually partake of the food and festivities, even if that requires socializing. Come to think of it...] I don't believe we've met.

[By that he means they've not quite been properly introduced, of course. Since there's kind of no way you can miss a giant freaking dragon in a tiny post-apocalyptic remnant of time and space.]

[Yeah, Paarthurnax is probably one of the most recognizable residents about... He's fine with acknowledging that.]

We have not. I am Paarthurnax.

Ah yes, I've heard that name in passing. Glad to put a form to it, finally. [He takes a drag off of his cigarette and exhales.] I'm Doctor Stein.

[For a moment he wonders if he should have said 'Professor'. No, those days are behind him now. However unfortunate that truth is. He stares at the milling crowd at the table, voice unintentionally flat as he speaks next.] So, what's the occasion?

Greh, I believe Crona has mentioned you.

[He twists his long neck so that he can look back over the whole Bastion and how uncharacteristically festive it is.]

Harvests and Gods, if I have understood the priestess of this place.

Most likely.

[He was Crona's teacher once, in what could quite literally be termed another lifetime. They were some of the only survivors from said lifetime, as well. He exhales a stream of smoke, still intent upon the interactions of the crowd of increasingly intoxicated patrons at the longtable.]

I wasn't aware this place had a priestess. Or a harvest, for that matter.

[Really. What did they harvest around here, Pyth? Sure, there was bound to be something edible out in the surviving flora and fauna on the Skyway, but surely not enough to supply this kind of smorgasbord.]

Her name is Serena. From my understanding, she approached many of those here.

The harvest is more difficult to explain. [A shake of his head.] But Gods have been known to be kind.

[They've also been known to be harsh, but this doesn't seem like that kind of event. Besides all those throwing themselves at Pyth, anyway.]

Oh really? [Stein wasn’t one of those people, but that's likely because he’s pretty much become a creepy hermit scientist who never leaves the hospital.]

[His jaw tightens unconsciously at the mention of ‘kind’ Gods. True, without the presence of a God of some sort he would have lost himself to madness long ago, but he still has to question whether or not this place can really be seen as a display of a higher power’s ‘kindness’.]

What do you make of it? [The festival, the Bastion, all of it – hearing the perspective of someone who seems more well-advised than himself piques his interest.]

[Paarthurnax seems to consider this carefully. He already knows his position on things, and now it is merely a matter of using the right words without slipping into his own tongue. With those such as Ryu and Crona to converse with in it, he's gotten better, but he still takes care.]

I could partake in much worse hardship than that we have already seen. However, I know many here cannot with one event following another. Whatever the cause of it, many need this.

[Stein nods in agreement to that. As hard as it is for him to quell a curious mind that always seeks the underlying causes and basis of everything, he can subdue it. For now.]

True. There's been an influx of survivors lately. [By that he means he's noticed no shortage of new patients at the hospital.] There are lots of faces here I don't recognize.

I myself do not know the names to many faces... But the faces I have observed in my flights to the Skyway and returning here.

I imagine we will continue to see more of them in the days to come.

Let the Festival Begin [Day 143 | Day 144]

this will certainly end well

pfft how could it not?

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