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

[unsea]

He didn't seem the type to heed a decent parable, [ a shame, really.

Bludgeoning someone in the face with one's fist is generally more "straightforward" and less "creative", opposed to a weaving of words. ]

Valiy. ( You've been busy, since you set foot here. ) [ You Force-users and your fights. ]

[snaphiss]

( That's what happens when there's work to do, ) [She answers. Someone has an obvious distaste for slackers.]

[But a cover is a cover, and Mara is committed to hers. And this man is... interesting.] Good, then, that you're not just a storyteller. What else are you?

[unsea]

What else must I be?

[ A little of this, a little of that. An elusive enough statement that indicates he's flexible enough an agent for the Nest to have in its pocket. ]

An old medic, trying my hand at the BOUT IT OUT circuit. It's a charming game, and I feel I'm doing well for myself.

[ Well enough to have some coverage, enough of a base to to stand on. A growing voice. ]

[snaphiss]

[This one, Mara decides, is someone to watch.]

A medic? [A question, long buried, rises slowly to the surface.] What sort of medic are you? Beyond the fighting kind.

[unsea]

Not as capable as a true doctor [ or at all as capable as a Corporalki Healer ] but I know how to effectively attend to most hurts.

[ In the gap between her question and his answer, he's able to lift drinks from a vendor. Something heavier, crisp. Nothing like the sweet cordials offered up the road. A pair of tubes, like the sort you'd get off a chemistry set, and he offers one to her without an additional word. ]

I assisted at the parlour explosion.

[ Effectively. ]

[snaphiss]

[Mara raises a brow.] Less a medic and more hope in a bad situation. How noble.

[She dislikes drinks mixed by people she doesn't know and likes drinking in public less. Mara pretends to drink the flute with no hesitation from long years of practice.]

[unsea]

And you are less a savior, and more... an opportunist?

[ He doesn't say the word as though it's a bad thing, and holds his own drink at his side. Less a thing wanted, more a prop used. ]

To be honest, it part of the guise I was assigned. I've worked with far less for far longer, but goodness, I feel a little rusty.

[snaphiss]

I'm no savior. [She likes to think she saves. Helps. On occasion, protects, preserves, cultivates. But not enough, surely, to be a savior. Other people's problems are not her job.]

[She looks over at him with a humored, curious expression.] Rusty? And what are you now?