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

[coolerthansora]

Is not. We went to find pillows.

[He pouts for a second before a realization hits.]

I lost mine!

[flared]

... Pillows? Do I wanna know?

[coolerthansora]

We tried fighting but it wasn't sexy.

[flared]

... I beg your pardon?

[coolerthansora]

You know, sometimes it's sexy when we fight.

But not with Saix 'cause he's Saix.

[flared]

... Roxas, I think you've had way too much.

[With that he's just gonna set this bottle off to the side somewhere so he can leave both hands free to keep his friend straightened up and, you know, not falling all over the place.]

We should probably get you home.

[coolerthansora]

What, why?

[Gosh, he walked all the way over here to find you just fine. It is just hard when you push him and stuff.]

The party's still on.

[flared]

Yeah, but I don't exactly wanna deal with you falling on your face, man.

That doesn't sound like a party to me.

[coolerthansora]

I only fell on Saix, not my face.

An' we still haven't found any balloons.

[flared]

Well, then I don't wanna deal with you falling on Saix, either. Or any other person, for that matter.

... Balloons?

[coolerthansora]

Not even you? You're nice to fall on.

He wanted balloons.

[flared]

Not even me.

[Pause]

Do I wanna know what he wants balloons for?

[coolerthansora]

But it's just falling.

[Sadface. Why are you denying him falling on you bestie, it's not kissing or even holding hands.]

Balloons are for- holding. You carry them places. [If you were asking what Saix specifically wants them for then he has no idea but this is the only real purpose of balloons in case you needed to know.]

[flared]

[Not even gonna address the falling thing. This is the most ridiculous thing he's ever talked about with Roxas. ... Ok, that's not true, but it's still pretty ridiculous.]

Yeah, which I kind of doubt you'd be able to do right now.

[Sighing, he takes hold of Roxas' arm to start guiding him back the way he came]

Now quit blabbering and let's at least find a place to sit you down.

[coolerthansora]

[Okay, you can take his arm instead that's cool.]

I could carry a balloon! They're lighter than shoulders.

[That word should have been air but he was thinking of how air sits on your shoulders and he got mixed up.]

[flared]

... Lighter than shoulders?

[coolerthansora]

[Why does that sound funny?]

...well, they are.

[flared]

... All right, that's it.

[Axel makes a move here to try and scoop Roxas up like a damsel in distress, because, no, he doesn't want you walking around anymore, not when you're talking crazy.]

We're definitely leaving now.

[coolerthansora]

W-woah!

[Roxas clings desperately for a moment because he feels very unbalanced and Axel told him not to be falling on people. But wait... His feet are not on the ground anymore.]

Hey... You're carrying me!