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]

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...

[coolerthansora]

I- I am grown up.

[Or wait... Was Saix even disputing that? He has no idea.]

They get sexy when you fall over on each other and don't get up.

[croceamors]

How is that sexy? That's just... falling onto each other. If I fell onto you right now, it wouldn't be sexy.

[Or is that because they have booze and not pillows...]

[coolerthansora]

...that's 'cause we don't like each other, and there's no pillows.

[He's pretty sure on that one.]

[croceamors]

So if we had pillows, we'd be halfway there.

[coolerthansora]

Mmmyeah. It'd be halfway sexy.

[That's how math works right.]

[croceamors]

[Totally how math works.]

So now we just have to figure out how we'd actually... like each other.

[coolerthansora]

I think it just... happens.

[Squinting at Saix though as if it's going to "just happen" now-ish.]

[croceamors]

[He'll be squinting right back, then.]

Vague.

[coolerthansora]

Let's find pillows later. That half's easy.

[croceamors]

We could just find them now. They're pillows. They can't be that hard to find.

[coolerthansora]

Okay. Let's go.

[Now is later than 10 seconds ago anyhow.]

[croceamors]

Alright.

[Just gonna... carefully push himself up. Not gonna fall down. Right. This is going to be a 'stay on his feet' event.]

[coolerthansora]

[Not having experienced this before, Roxas gets up a little too quickly and has to grab for the table. Or possibly Saix. One of those is closer than the other.]

Woah.

[croceamors]

[Things he is not expecting: that.]

Ah- [He wobbles a bit but manages to not topple over.] Why did you do that?

[coolerthansora]

Things are- dizzy.

[Things meaning himself. Okay. Okay, letting go now.]

I'm good now. It stopped.

[croceamors]

You're sure?

[Incoming head pat, Roxas.]

[coolerthansora]

Yeah.

[Let him just fix his hair again and off we go. Sort of.]

Where are we going where there's pillows?

[croceamors]

People's rooms should have pillows, shouldn't they?

[What do you mean that's considered breaking and entering]

[coolerthansora]

Oh yeah. Yeah, the apartments aren't far.

[What are you talking about you can't break pillows.]

[croceamors]

We could even just... open a corridor. Maybe.

[coolerthansora]

Good idea. Then we could get- right in the middle of them. The pillows.

[croceamors]

Mm. Do you want to open it, or should I?