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]

Yes. Why wouldn't he stay stuff about you?

[coolerthansora]

I dunno.

What'd he say?

[croceamors]

Hold on... [This was a while ago. Also, the booze he is still drinking isn't helping.] He said... You were probably the reason he started to feel emotions again.

[What kind of disney crap is that anyway- oh. Yeah.]

[coolerthansora]

R-really?

[B'awww.]

I- feel like that, too.

[croceamors]

[Ew so much squishy feelings]

Hm. Lucky you.

[coolerthansora]

[Shh, it's okay, Saix. Pat pat.]

You've got time.

[croceamors]

Time for what?

[Also, patting, what]

[coolerthansora]

For him to- make you feel, too.

[This might turn into petting your hair again. Huh.]

[croceamors]

Why would he make me feel?

[This is nice, 'tho, so he'll just be... trying to lean and not topple over.]

[coolerthansora]

Well, who else would? He was your- your best friend.

[croceamors]

Yeah.... But, I should probably make other friends. Or at least people who don't hate me.

[coolerthansora]

...I don't hate you. We're not other friends, but I don't hate you.

[croceamors]

..Oh.

[coolerthansora]

Oh what?

[croceamors]

Just.... oh.

I guess I'm doing something right? [Way to not sound sure, Saix.]

[coolerthansora]

Yeah, something. An' you're not doing the wrong stuff anymore.

[croceamors]

I'm not beating up Axel anymore.

...Recently.

[coolerthansora]

Not since- before your 'pology, right?

[croceamors]

Mhm. We've been trying to be friends again.

[coolerthansora]

That's good. Friends only beat each other with pillows.

[croceamors]

...Pillows.

[coolerthansora]

You never had a pillow fight?

[croceamors]

Not for a really long time...

[coolerthansora]

That's dumb. They're the funnest. And sometimes... Sometimes.

[He lowers his voice shh it's a secret.]

They get- a little sexy.

[croceamors]

Sexy?

[His voice kind of catches in a snicker.]

Oh no, you're all grown up, and calling Axel in a pillow fight sexy. Hm. How do pillows even get sexy...