PARTY PARTY PARTY

[decommission]

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

[headinjuries]

That fast, huh?

[ Look, it's not like he has experience in being an object of random strangers' adoration. ]

[batmotif]

It's a giant party masquerading as a parade. [Well, more like they're really one and the same.] Most of them will be too drunk to remember the majority of this the next day. And that's fine; being memorable is the last thing any of us need right now.

[headinjuries]

Well, that's easy enough.

[ Professional Uncool Kid in the Corner, right here. He's got unmemorable down. ]

[batmotif]

[Sam, are you moping?]

You say that like you weren't having fun out there.

[headinjuries]

[ He awkwardly shifts his weight from one foot to the other. Somehow, this feels more awkward than it would be to hear this kind of thing from his own mother, which probably has something to do with the fact that his mother never had a window straight into his mind to get every embarrassing thought about Girls, How Do I Even. ]

It was okay.

[ He's understating it a little. Nonetheless, he's perfectly honest in saying - ] Would've been better without everyone wandering around drunk.