station72 | PARTY PARTY PARTY

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

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[ A frown to her disregard of the hot dog (who wastes a good hot dog?) and a shrug to the part about drinking. The teenagers get waved off for their efforts, and Steve sets his bag to the side, pressed up against the fence. He doesn't notice when one of the kids glances over his shoulder, eyeing the parcel and whispering to one of his buddies.

Reaching up to the rail, Steve pulls himself up with a light grin. Easier than it used to be, but he's had plenty of practice climbing around fire escapes.

Of course, the little bit of extra strength (the little bit of extra inebriation) has him miscalculating things a bit - and he goes tumbling over the other side, straight into the fancy flower bushes. Face first. ]

Edited 2016-10-04 19:51 (UTC)

[ It's not even a hot dog. Maybe it just tastes like hot dog. Like a literal dog that is hot. It doesn't smell like wet dog, at least.

While Steve doesn't take notice of the teenagers (or whatever) behind him, Parker still has her eyes on them because they aren't moving and they're staring. Not that she plans to swoop in and valiantly rescue Steve's booze, but it's all about making a point isn't it? She almost doesn't blink, doesn't break eye contact--

Well, she wouldn't, if the sudden commotion didn't distract her. She jerks a little as Steve falls into the bed of flowers, but it's more of a natural sidestep than any motion to help him. Don't drag him down with your half-drunkness, Steve. She stares at him for a second, wondering if he passed out, until he moves. Again, no initiative to help him at all. ]

Wow. [ That's all she says, in a way that could rival Neo's. It's so flat she ought to win a Razzie. ]

[ The bushes rustle with the sound of Steve pulling himself around so that he's on his ass instead of his face, bracing his weight on his elbows. Twigs stick out from his hair, expression dazed.

He spits out a leaf.

While Parker's looking at him, one of the teenagers makes a dash for the bag, trainers pounding on the cement. Grab and go. His friends start running in the other direction, shrieking and giggling. ]

[ She has her eyes on him and his pathetic self as he rolls over. Slightly judging him and wondering how exactly drunk he is (she supposes anyone could make sure, only having to open the connection, but she is building concrete walls around them and the foundations are there, she is not going to break them for a second, especially not for something like that).

But she doesn't look anymore as the teenager runs by, grabbing the bag. Ought ot be expected. They were looking way too hard. She was somewhat waiting for it, but it still takes half a second to react. And it's more automatic than anything. She doesn't have to. It's not hers and she isn't going to do anyone any favours.

But it's just a natural reaction. Parker springs over quickly, catching up to him easily - he has to run around obstacles like street benches and whatever, Parker simply leaps over. She grabs the back of his sweater and tugs, hard, pulling him back harshly and throwing him off balance. ]

[ The kids yelps when Parker forcibly puts the breaks on, his sweater collar choking him and feet skittering uselessly against the pavement, letting the bag fall from his grip as his hands wave around - trying regain his balance and/or throw a wild backward swing in Parker's direction. ]

Fuck - leggo! Bitch!

[ Behind them, Steve is pulling himself up the fence again, taking care not to land on his head this time.

Consider him useless for the next minute. ]

Edited (too small) 2016-10-12 04:04 (UTC)

[ Don't worry. She already considers him useless.

Parker doesn't seem to respond to the nice word used to address her (if she had a cent every time she was called there she would have a lot of cents). Instead, she steps over the kid to pick up the bag, not concerned with him at all. One of the "beers", or whatever it is, has got a big dent on it. She pulls it out and throws it over to the teenager anyway. A for effort, but that's about it.

She walks back to useless Steve, puts the bag down on the short wall, slipping her hands into her pockets as she stares at him. ]

How are you still alive.

[ It's not even a question. It just is. ]

[ Welp - the kid's stopped his flailing, having backed away a bit just before the beer gets thrown his way. He catches it with both hands, giving her a stupefied, then suspicious look. Watches her for a few seconds while walking backwards, but after that wastes no time bolting back to the crowd of parade-goers, likely to meet up with his small herd of friends again.

Meanwhile, Steve's got both feet on the ground, both eyebrows raised at the retrieved bag. ]

Huh? [ The question takes a second to register - and he bypasses it entirely. ] Thanks. [ Nodding at the bag. He bends down to pick it up. ] You didn't have to do that.

[ He's surprised she did, to be honest. ]

I'm aware.

[ She says flatly. There is no thought to it, more an automatic reaction than anything at all. An urge born out of a mixture of boredom and a need to bury thoughts under action. Left to her own quietude, she will overthink. It is not always a good thing. Most often, it is a sure way to isolate yourself further.

Not that that is a problem for Parker here, if asked. ]

The party is on the other side.

[ In case he missed his way. ]

I know. [ Not so flatly. A tilt of his head. ] I'm heading back to this apartment party - it's not too crowded if you wanna come watch the parade from the balcony.

[ She wouldn't have to worry about anyone ragging on her too much for not having ribbons or her lack of holiday spirit. ]

[ Parker gives him a long look, quiet for a while as if to give him the chance to realize what stupid thing he said. But not fast enough, apparently, since she just ends up frowning at him. ]

No.

[ Come on. ]

[ He stares right back, then gives a short shrug. ]

Well, if you change your mind - [ INSERT ADDRESS OF RANDO APARTMENT. With that, he starts walking backwards... nearly tripping over his own feet again, but he skillfully catches his balance before toppling over.

Let's just walk forwards from now on. ]

[ Look at him go. ]

PARTY PARTY PARTY

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