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]

Balloons?

[Oh wait, nevermind, time to set off. Saix starts to make his way before it occurs to him to ask-]

Are you sure?

[coolerthansora]

Well, it wasn't- by water.

[So shouldn't they go away from the river?]

[croceamors]

Right... And water was... [Uh.] Down. So we should go up, right?

[North. He means north.]

[coolerthansora]

Up is on the wrong side.

[By up Roxas actually means up, like the hill.]

[croceamors]

Are you sure?

[Maybe it will be easier of Axel just finds them, at this rate.]

[coolerthansora]

If you don't wanna go my way, that's fine.

[croceamors]

...Fine.

But- just this once. I'm not... I'm not a pushover.

[coolerthansora]

I pushed you over. Off.

[He means the couch.]

[croceamors]

No. That doesn't count.

[He refuses.]

[coolerthansora]

Does, too.

[croceamors]

No. I was already down.

[coolerthansora]

'cause I pushed you there.

[croceamors]

No.

[coolerthansora]

Yeah, I did.

[croceamors]

Where's the party again?

[Abrupt subject change, go.]

[coolerthansora]

[Clearly he has won this argument. Roxas beams and turns to head off again in more or less the same direction as before.]

This way.

[croceamors]

[No, shut up, he's just... picking his battles, okay? Okay. Saix wobbles after Roxas, keeping an eye out for balloons.]

I had the hardest time responding because I kept laughing at "keeping an eye out for balloons"

[coolerthansora]

[Roxas meanders ahead, and thankfully it isn't too long before they come in sight of some form of decorations. Not balloons, but streamers and things.]

There it is!

hee hee

[croceamors]

There's no balloons.

[Look what you've done, Roxas, now he's fucking stuck on this.]

I guess it's... good enough.

[coolerthansora]

Huh... How do you make balloons anyway?

[croceamors]

...Air? You blow air into them.

[coolerthansora]

I dunno where we find the stuff to blow into.

[croceamors]

There has to be something.

[coolerthansora]

We'll look.

[Wait, weren't they supposed to be looking for something already?]

Maybe Axel knows. Axel knows a lot of things.

[croceamors]

That's true. Lots of random things.

[They're friends again now, Saix can say that.]

At least he's easy to spot, right?