PARTY PARTY PARTY

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CHARACTERS: Everyone!
WHERE: The streets of Concordia
WHEN: Dusk til just before dawn on DAY 040
SUMMARY: IT'S A PARADE
WARNINGS: Add them to your top levels as necessary etc etc


As from the calendar:

Confetti! It's a parade! The annual Arista Parade, to be precise. Nominally a part of Aristana, the celebration of the ribbons of life, it's a holiday who's origins are nearly forgotten. Nowadays it's a big, raucous celebration pretty dedicated much entirely to drinking and partying. Almost all those in attendance will be wearing ribbons tied around their hair, their wrists, off of their belts and the edges of their sleeves. Pull one off, and you will be rewarded with a kiss - on the cheek, usually. The parade itself showcases a number of performers, costumes, and moving art pieces. It's route covers a number of the main streets of town (which will be closed, sorry traffic), and it lasts from dusk till nearly dawn on DAY :040. Have fun, if it's your kind of scene.

From the mods:

No notable NPCs are present at the parade - at least not in any official capacity. However if anyone wants to interact with a Concordian native, feel free to make up/interact with any randos you feel like!

Feel free to use this log for all of your parade day activities!


*moving art piece not included, original characters do not steal

Comments

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[ It's not with welcome that he accepts the images through the connection - the communication startles him, and the pictures come through fuzzy at first. Film gone bad. His portrait gets him rubbing at his cheek. He doesn't go peering over the edge of the balcony to look for the peeping tom. ]

( They want something familiar. They wanna forget their troubles. )

[ Not just the bombings. Seems like some of them have already forgotten about it by the sound of the news and the way folks are acting. No one's afraid that there's going to be an incident tonight. ]

[unsea]

( Not them, you. )

[ He could clearly care less about the gathering, the reveling and cavorting. There is a familiarity in the festival, the life there - but he does not step among them and lose himself in their jubilation. Steve might not look down to see him, but he does turn his eyes up to see Steve's hands, just over the edge of the balcony. ]

( Does this ) [ saints what is he getting at ] ( -- help you? )

[ The people here aren't the only ones who were affected by the bombing, most of them weren't there. Not the way Steve was. ]

[decommission]

[ The link quiets, as if dropping to a different frequency for a minute. He looks down at the charcoal smudges on his fingers, nails and cuticles lined with black. ]

( Guess it ain't hurting. ) [ A pause. ] ( Why? )

[ Why are you asking, why are you out here? His question has a guarded edge, though the slight buzz he's got going makes his control of the link less than sure.

With most other folks in the nest he wouldn't be so tense about that. ]

[unsea]

[ For a moment, he thinks Steve will not reply. He's so quiet, gone from the link.

Then he's back. ] ( The symbiote is swift to heal our bodies, but hearts do not mend as quickly. Or as completely. )

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[ He rubs at an eyebrows, face scrunching up. ]

( I'm not worried about my heart. No reason for you to be either. ) [ The intent behind the words, if not the specific words themselves, are well-worn. He appreciates the concern (sort of), but he's managing. Even with the connection briefly widened there's no hint he's putting on a brave face. His aches are there, and they're healing.

He's fortified in the present - he can only dwell backwards for so long, or look so far forward. ]

RETURNS TO THIS AFTER FOREVER

[unsea]

( And Ilde? )

[ His reason has a name, and she happens to be a now-slumbering part of Steve Roger's brood. ]

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[ A pause. ]

( You've been talking to her? )

[ could you not? ]

[unsea]

[ YEAH HE IS ]

( She's why I worry for you. She is - fond of you, as I am of her. )

[ laying that on the line, right there for you ]

[decommission]

[ If you're so fond of her you won't ever pit her broodmates against each other again. ]

( I wouldn't do anything to hurt her, if that's what you're saying. )

[ Which is, of course, an unintentional lie. ]