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

hey professor

[blackblooded]

[And here is Crona, steps somehow far more unsteady than usual, looking a bit messy, like someone (Ragnarok) flipped over a plate onto choppy purple-pink hair. Ragnarok decided to curl back into blood vessels to sleep, quieted by far more food and alcohol than was probably healthy for weapon or meister. But Crona's in a mood to talk, even though the ground feels horribly unsteady.]

You should go eat. There's a lot of food.

[The meister's words, though carefully picked from all the other words in the world, are blurred on the edges, sounds falling against each other even as Crona's tone swings into an unstable sort of singsong. Words and tone and body all don't feel right at all, and so Crona slumps against a wall for support, sliding down it to the ground. Sitting is far easier than trying to negotiate too many awkward limbs.]

mahaha

[dissectionislove]

[From the looks of things, if Stein didn't know better, he'd swear Crona had been the victim of some sort of cruel, high school-esque bullying. ...Oh wait.]

Oh? Did Ragnarok miss some?

[He comments glibly, a smirk forming on the lips that still held a burning cigarette. The demon swordsman's words are a little sloppy - especially compared to Crona's typical speech - but that doesn't concern him much until Crona slides to the ground next to him. Then it garners the lift of a brow.]

You alright?

[blackblooded]

Ragnarok... [There is certainly something wrong with Crona. The meister can't quite seem to focus, and there's something far too loose in the movement of tilting to look up at Stein.]

... he's an asshole.

[dissectionislove]

[Stein's not about to disagree with that one, nope. He laughs out loud, though only briefly, a flash of teeth visible in a larger grin now.]

I'd say that's an accurate description.

[blackblooded]

Mmmmm.

He ate too much food. I'm going to be sick for a week... [The demon sword is supposed to eat souls, not food.]

Why're you here?

[dissectionislove]

[Better he eat too much food than too many souls, even if Crona ends up paying the price for that. That part is unavoidable in either circumstance, actually.]

You’ll be all right. [Spoken flatly, because comforting is undoubtedly what Stein does best, oh yes.]

[Why is he here? Well, what drives the mind of a mind of a scientist? Pardon his expression as it turns a bit unsettling.] Observation, that’s why I’m here.

[And food. Can’t forget that part.]

[blackblooded]

[Crona's expression flickers to mild disgust.]

You don't need to observe parties.

[dissectionislove]

[That's what you think, Crona. Boredom is a terrible thing, yes. But when this mind has nothing to wrap itself around, that's when people and animals start going missing.]

Don't I? It's much more fun than being involved.

[Standing on the sidelines, he's got something to watch that requires little of him, and provides him with plenty of entertainment. It's a win-win.]

[blackblooded]

Mmmmm. Maybe.

Ragnarok likes being involved. Way too much.

He are too much food. [Now Crona's repeating things, fumbling through the same slurred concepts.]

Maybe I should observe.

The world's spinning. I can feel it. [There. An observation.]

[dissectionislove]

Sounds like he drank too much, too. [Ah, the joys of sharing a body with someone who doesn't understand restraint, nor the consequences of a lack thereof.]

[blackblooded]

... He did.

He drank... [Crona's trying to remember now.]

Lots.

I didn't have anything at all. But the food smelled good...

[dissectionislove]

That's an understatement. [On both accounts, really, as he can feel -- and nearly hear -- his stomach growling at this point. Maybe he should actually take advantage of the free food before it's gone. Plus, no matter how nauseated Crona might feel at the moment, it's probably in the meister's best interest to eat at least something.]

You stay put. I'll bring you something. [Maybe it's the lingering remnants of the teacher in Stein that make him state the obvious. The demon swordsman really doesn't look like he's going to be wandering off any time soon. ]

[blackblooded]

[Crona nods, then immediately regrets nodding because it makes the world spin more. Stein's instructions mean that at least Crona Wong make an attempt to follow him.]