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

[fuckthemancers]

Try not to let yourself get too carried away. I would recommend perhaps staying with something more simple, next time.

[He continues his work as he talks, placing a bandage about the head wound. He's not certain what to do for the ribs except perhaps not touch them.]

[hellpyre]

[Those will heal on their own. She'll just be sore for a while.]

I guess I'm more used to dealin' with stuff that I actually gotta chase and catch.

[fuckthemancers]

Hmm, yes I imagine it would be difficult to change such habits. It's just a manner of adjusting your thinking, then.

[He finally pulls his hands back, satisfied with the job he's done.]

There, hopefully that will be good enough until it... heals on its own, I suppose.

[hellpyre]

[She nods slowly to both comments, glancing away with something of a sheepish, uncertain expression on her face. The demonic traits were already difficult enough to hide, but he had staring at her as her very skin mended far faster than it should have been.]

Yeah I should be fine by tomorrow...

[fuckthemancers]

That's good. I'll get you a cup of water and then leave you to rest, alright? You need to make sure your body isn't wanting for water as you heal.

[hellpyre]

[Wow, he's not asking about it?

Though he never asked about the tail or the flames either...]

... yeah. Thanks.

[fuckthemancers]

[It's called "I've given up on any sort of logic in the world, I don't even care", Rin. Flawless survival instincts at work here.]

It's no problem. Just focus on resting for now.

[Picking up his skirts a bit, he makes his way out of the room and returns just a few moments later, making sure to set a couple of small plastic cups in arms reach of Rin- just in case.]

[hellpyre]

[... totally flaweless. God, just go smoke your pipe already...]

I will. Don't worry, I'll be back on my feet in no time.

[Don't mind her grinning like a dope at you, Zulf.]

[fuckthemancers]

[He does everytime he talks to you and Colin, trust him.]

Well, let's hope so. [What... is with that smiling... Zulf gives one of his own, although it doesn't seem to have as much energy behind it like Rin's, before he gives a slight bow and starts to leave.] Take care, Rin.

[hellpyre]

[Rin would feel bad about that, if she knew.]

Mhm. You too!