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 faint, wry grin. It's true, from the way she carries herself Steve can't imagine Lexa offering to do anything like housework for the other folks in the Bearings - he can more easily imagine her telling them to clean up after themselves. ]

It's not poison, I promise. Tried enough of it myself already. [ Another glance at her as she tests out the syrup. ] But I wouldn't guzzle it if you plan on sleeping any time soon.

[ All that sugar might just have her bouncing off the walls.

(hard to imagine that too ) ]

The food here's a lot different than what you had back home?

Very. Much of the land isn't good for farming, but we make do. Many of the animals available are unusual in their appearance, and difficult to capture. Plus, there are different clans that, while all a part of my coalition, aren't always willing to work together. You have to be careful of where you hunt. We smoke our food to preserve it, so much of the meat is tougher.

[While Lexa enjoyed the best of the best in Polis, she would sometimes call for some of the food from down below in the city itself so that she would remind herself of how her people were managing. She doesn't tell Steve about the eels that have grown large, violent, and monstrous, nor about how they've managed to find ways to kill and eat them.

But it may be implied.]

[ Unusual in their appearance has him thinking of Angel's world and its fire breathing fauna. ]

We had our slim years, but I never was hunting for my food. [ Just work. He raises the pan to flip the pancakes again. ] If you wanna sink your teeth into something medium rare, then we gotta head down to the diner one day. Get the Concordia version of a burger - and a milk shake to go with it.

[ Lucky he's stuffed a few pancakes in his mouth already, otherwise he'd be ready to head back down the elevator. ]

Most of our people get their food smoked by a set up shop, or they trade for food in the city proper. I'm not ... used to having so much available to me. [And she still struggles with currency. Math isn't foreign to her at all, but currency still lacks a value.]

We'll head to the diner before we leave. ["We" meaning the two of them. An odd thing to agree to if anyone knows Lexa, but she's grown fond of Steve.] Though I have to admit that I hope that's sooner than later. Many of us grow tired. I hope that this past evening's festivities help everyone.

[ The excess of money took some adjusting for him as well. Credit cards don't exist yet. Seems like a quick way to get in trouble with the bank if you're not careful about your daily spending (he wonders about where their current funds come from). Still, it's nice to be able to go to the grocery store and not have to double check that he's counted every penny, nickel and dime in his pocket.

As for her agreement to the invitation - it's a pleasant surprise. Lexa's a tough nut to crack. They've both been with the Station for the same amount of time now and he hasn't always agreed with her line of thinking when it comes to parts of their mission. The hardened leader-warrior might be her more common side, but there's also the person that was willing to learn how to swing a baseball bat for a game. Someone who'd defend and argue for her beliefs, someone willing to listen and learn. The two don't always go together.

A few more pancakes are tossed onto the plate and he turns the burner off for now, nodding again. He'd like to see this mission over, for the people responsible for the bombings to pay for those crimes. ]

I guess we kinda needed this. [ A break. Reset their brains. Even now his focus starts to circle back to talk of recent events - the business with Kellix and Y, the upcoming infiltration of Ngozi's place. He pauses for a second, cocking his head to one side. ] I don't think I'm gonna miss this place, but I like the noise - you know, the sort that's not in your head. Used to hear the trains running all the time through my neighborhood. [ A resounding clack, clack, clack. He gives a light huff. ] You don't notice it til it's not there.

I will miss the openness of it. [Even if it is decidedly a cityscape, the roof has become one of her choice places to return to. The only problem is that they all seem to have taken to favoring the roof. She can't blame any of them. The view from up there is preferable.] As well as the opportunities we have to escape one another. I have a feeling a return to the Station will be less acceptable.

[Right now, what tension there is can be alleviated by separating people, but the Station itself might prove to be exactly the place for these things to pour out. Perhaps this evening would be enough to help. She can hope, if nothing else.]

Though I wouldn't mind us heading to a place with actual plant life next time. I can teach you all to hunt. [Imagine Kylo Ren hunting.]

[ Steve can't even get Ren to do his own goddamn dishes. ]

Guess they'd frown on shooting pigeon-rats in the park here, huh? [ Another wry grin. He'd like to learn... any kind of survival technique, really. He's got the book knowledge and the week of basic, but that can't make up for real experience. ]

Well, you know how loath I am to draw attention to ourselves. [Lexa sharing a joke and jest sometimes doesn't always sound like that.]

PARTY PARTY PARTY

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