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]

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.

[coolerthansora]

[He doesn't know what he's looking for okay.]

Well- Axel still thinks you're you. I think.

[croceamors]

[That does make it slightly trickier.]

I know he does. [Saix sighs and presses the bottom of the bottle slightly to his forehead to feel the coolness of it.] He's stupid, sometimes. I guess I'm glad that he's doing so at me again, however.

[coolerthansora]

Axel's great, even when he's stupid.

[Cue dumb fond look.]

[croceamors]

Mmmm. Reliable like that.

[coolerthansora]

Reliable? [Roxas nudges him with an elbow.] You're callin' him reliable?

[croceamors]

Reliably stupid. He's dumb and ridiculous and... his hair is a mess...

[coolerthansora]

[That gets an actual laugh out of Roxas.] R-reliably stupid... [Haha, it's kind of true.]

Mm, I like his hair though.

[croceamors]

[See??? He knows what he's talking about.]

I don't know if it's gotten worse or better as he's grown up... It used to go just... straight up.

[coolerthansora]

[Roxas shakes his head.]

I've seen it. I like it better now, it comes down, and it's soft.

[croceamors]

So... Do you touch his hair lot?

[coolerthansora]

Not a lot. Not since we broke up.

[Sadface. =( ]

I want to...

[croceamors]

Just touch your own hair. It looks fluffy...

[coolerthansora]

That's not the same.

[Why is that exactly? At the moment it's hard to put his finger on it...]

Axel's is long.

[croceamors]

Hmm.

[This makes sense??]

Mine is long, but I don't think it's fluffy..

[coolerthansora]

Lemme see.

[Totally reaching over to touch your hair, hope that's cool.]

[croceamors]

[Saix is still sadly prone to losing against booze, so he's tipsy enough to see now problem with this. He even leans a little bit closer.]

It doesn't really fluff up... Besides on the top.

[coolerthansora]

[It's fair to say Roxas would never do this sober either. But let him pet you for a minute.]

It's still soft though.

[croceamors]

Really? What about yours?

['scuse him, this is now a mutual hair petting session.]

[coolerthansora]

[That feels kind of nice.]

Ahh, you're gonna mess it up.

[croceamors]

Mess up? [A snort.] It's already... It's plenty messed up enough, can't make it worse.

[coolerthansora]

Nooo, I make it so it doesn't stick out everywhere.

[Bringing his hand back to fend of Saix's and fix his hair. He's probably messing it up more than Saix.]

[croceamors]

That's not... That's worse.