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steve rogers ([personal profile] decommission) wrote in [community profile] station722016-10-02 09:37 am

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
snippycup: all those days are gone (those dreams are gone)

[personal profile] snippycup 2016-10-08 02:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Not everything the Jedi preach is bad, you know. Balance...that's important.

[She recognizes the sensation that Angel presses back to her as another animal -- an animal she has felt before, through others in her brood. Through Anakin, and that dream he'd awoken out of a coma from. It doesn't belong to her, shouldn't belong to her, but the longer Angel stands so close, lingers near her cheek, the more she craves it.

The memory is long and old, from when she was a child, and everyone had been so proud of her.

The process of tying the ribbon is purposefully taken slow, a more intimate gesture born of Angel's thoughts intermingling with her own. To feel the slide of satin along skin, the power of a siren, the careful and strong hand of the Force, the sweet burn of alcohol -- finally, she lets loose a small giggle of both delight and embarrassment. Ahsoka closes the distance again when the knot pulls tight, headbutting her to return the affection with a flash of small fangs. This wasn't so bad -- she could get used to the idea of indulgence with enough encouragement.

And for a moment, she doesn't care that anyone might be watching as she laces their fingers together. Or maybe Angel doesn't care -- and Angel is the perfect height to allow her to press her lips carefully (shyly, uncertainty, nervously, quickly) to her cheek in return.]
Edited 2016-10-08 14:49 (UTC)
circumspector: (xxv » damask and dark)

[personal profile] circumspector 2016-10-11 01:15 am (UTC)(link)
[ There's something of the feeling of ceremony to it, all binding between them. Likes it, she thinks. Feels right more exactly. Something quick and clever on her tongue, but the way Ahsoka leans in and kisses her cheek gently - stills it for a moment.

Her eyes lower, feels the shiver that comes from it eagerly. Where it curls warm through her, all the way down. Affection feels like the waterfalls tumbling down in the Highlands. Wearing at the earth, making a groove in the earth of her for others. It's not bad to be wanted and needed. Even if it was just for little things like this. The smile curls small and secret, eyes on their linked hands, and feels the giddiness eagerly.
]

Nah - [ she says after a moment. Light and flippant, Ahsoka might be a Jedi, might feel something for those orders that speak of restraint, and in another time, Angel might find counsel within Ahsoka's words relaying those teachings.

But, right now, Angel most certainly doesn't.
] - They're still boring.
snippycup: no more (and i knew that i couldn't take it)

[personal profile] snippycup 2016-10-11 02:40 am (UTC)(link)
[The shiver is hard to resist against and think past, but somehow she manages it with a small exhale. She had already allowed herself too much, had let curiosity take her for a ride. It was time to come back to reality.

Her lips pull back, a tingle in the nerves as she clears her throat and drops her eyes to their hands. She doesn't force Angel to let go yet, but there is a definite firmness in how she squeezes the other woman's fingers.]


Well, I guess one of us has to be.

[Delivered easy, with a kind lifting of her hand to press her lips to Angel's knuckles one last time in an almost apologetic manner before she removes any sense of touch entirely.]

Try not to get yourself in too much trouble, ok? It's a little early in the evening for a rescue mission.
circumspector: (xxi » have you decided)

[personal profile] circumspector 2016-10-11 08:59 am (UTC)(link)
[ She feels the brush of Ahsoka's lips, thinks of her pretty sharp teeth and sucks in a breath. Another time, maybe, when things are different. When there is not so much in both of them over this. ]

I would never. Besides, siren, remember? They'd be in trouble, not me. [ Giddy, really, she's learning to not be so shy of her abilities. Being free, so far as anything would be, after Jack, was doing wonders for her confidence. ]

Come on, I found something for you. [ She nods her head in the direction close by. ]
snippycup: when all my hopes ran dry (you only took one side)

[personal profile] snippycup 2016-10-11 08:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[That gets her to scoff. This hadn't been the thing she had wanted to show her? Whatever--this--was?]

Oh come on. You think I'm gonna fall for that twice?

[Ahsoka's one talent as a young Force sensitive had been her incredible empathic sense, and she recognizes Angel's thoughts for what they are. But since she doesn't know what to do with them, her thoughts on the matter go unvoiced.

Suspiciously, she glances in the direction Angel is nodding in.]
circumspector: (network » you're part of a machine)

[personal profile] circumspector 2016-10-12 02:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She gives her a grin, and a shrug. Like, oh - maybe. ]

Promise, really this time.

[ Because she had a goal in mind when she'd run, at least, and where she'd meant to take them is clear.

It's a vendor, and it's selling meat on a stick. Just like the first time they'd tried something together. Angel tugs, to leading her towards the line.
] Told you.
snippycup: i'll never get that back (you can have my past)

[personal profile] snippycup 2016-10-12 07:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[In spite of herself, Ahsoka rolls her eyes gently at Angel's initial response. Without resistance, she allows herself to be tugged toward the line in the mean time, eyeballing the crowd with a half-smile.

She's still thinking about what she had just allowed herself (whether or not she should have, as well as how much she had enjoyed it), but she allows herself to be distracted by Angel's triumphant tone.]


Alright, you win this round.
circumspector: (( pleased )  » kept to all my lines)

[personal profile] circumspector 2016-10-13 02:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She grins, wide and bright, flash of her own teeth for once as she brushes her thumb across the back of Ahsoka's - and happily she supposes they match in the oddness of the crowd enough that no one pays attention them. Ahsoka's... everything not quite human. A girl foot to chest covered in tattoos that's bare and showing through her thin loose-hanging clothes. It feels right though.

hers, she thinks. this is hers, and Jack can never take this off her and her head's so deliriously happy in the haze of drink and music and the feel of Ahsoka's lips on her cheek.
]

Of course. I'm sneaky.
Edited 2016-10-13 14:50 (UTC)
snippycup: no more (and i knew that i couldn't take it)

[personal profile] snippycup 2016-10-13 06:52 pm (UTC)(link)
You are inebriated, is what you are.

[Of course, so is she, by proxy of her broodmates. With that thought, she rubs the side of her montrals -- she'll have to have a conversation with them about moderation at some point, if only for her own sanity. She can't imagine who in her brood might have gone to excess--

No, it was probably Nate, she realizes quite suddenly. Hux and Lexa were far too stiff spined for such things. And then it is pushed from her mind, in favor of taking two of the favors from the stand as they reach the front of the line, passing one to her companion.]
circumspector: (( attentive ) » it's never enough)

[personal profile] circumspector 2016-10-15 05:55 am (UTC)(link)
[ It hits Angel like a light, her eyes going wide as she takes the food and - ] Oh, is that was this is?

[ Huh, well, she had been throwing them back like no one's business, she supposed, so - it was only natural. ]