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]

But you've done it twice in this conversation.

[Riku and Saix now have a way in which to bond- being called an asshole by Roxas.]

[coolerthansora]

[Too bad Riku isn't here.

Actually, no, that's fine by Roxas.]

The second time wasn't you, specifically. It was the 'you,' like the 'they.'

[croceamors]

[...Squint.]

The 'you' like the 'they'?

[coolerthansora]

You know how people talk about "them" doing stuff or saying stuff, but they don't mean anybody really?

[This is a surprisingly difficult concept to articulate, isn't there a word for it?]

[croceamors]

So... [Yes, there's a word, he just needs to remember it. Wait for it...] In general?

[coolerthansora]

Yeah, like that.

Everybody can be a jerk sometimes. Even Sora.

[croceamors]

That's not something I would expect to hear from you.

[coolerthansora]

Why not?

[croceamors]

I thought you liked him.

[coolerthansora]

'course I do, he's my brother. But I know him better than anybody, and- he's really awesome, but he's not perfect.

[croceamors]

Hmm... I suppose that's good to hear.

[coolerthansora]

...why d'you say that?

[croceamors]

I don't know. I suppose he... bothers me.

[He hadn't even realized that the keyblade wielder really affected anything, but then he and Axel had switched bodies, the topic had come up... Yeah.]

[coolerthansora]

He did kind of- kill you.

[It would be surprising if that didn't bother a person.]

[croceamors]

He did. It was quite painful, as well.

[He rubs at the area on his chest where he remembers being struck.]

[coolerthansora]

......sorry about that.

I mean, I don't remember it, but I guess I was there?

[croceamors]

Yes. In that weird... way.

[How the fuck does their universe even work sometimes, he swears]

[coolerthansora]

It was weird.

[And sad. =( Gonna have more booze.]

I'm glad to be- outside, again.

[croceamors]

It's better to be yourself than... not.

[Not that... he's much of an expert on that... Roxas, he likes the way you think right now, more booze.]

[coolerthansora]

Isn't it different with you guys? If you always remembered being Isa, then- changing was slower, like with people. Normal people.

[croceamors]

Mmm. [After another drink, Saix ends up finding himself unfortunately honest.] Might've been- different. With me.

[coolerthansora]

Different how?

[Good, let's have a tipsy heart-to-heart.]

[croceamors]

There's a... [Wow how does he explain this. How does he explain this while slipping into intoxication.] Something. Something was in me that wasn't me.

[Nailed it.]

[coolerthansora]

[Roxas looks hard at him as though he's going to be able to see this "something."]

I don't know what that means but it sounds scary.

[croceamors]

[Well, he can see a part of that "something"...]

Mm. I don't even know how long it's been trying to make me... not me. More than I already was.