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

[shiro2hero]

[You'd think he was just offered the elixir of eternal life or something. The look of disbelief on his face is about the same, except then it breaks into an incredulous grin.]

A latte? I... yeah. Yeah, I'd love to.

[Anything in his brain right now is just pure disbelief and excitement and how long has it been since coffee? It's a nice, pleasant sort of feeling. He accepts it, carefully, before just... being a big, too-happy dork and holding it in his hands. For a moment.]

[Don't worry, though, he'll try some, with that same look on his face.] It's amazing -- thank you.

[You big doofus.] Are those seriously candies?

[tropism]

Excellent.

[ the latte he gives. and just as shiro is about to reach for the candies, giorno takes them out of his reach with a grin. ]

You can have them, but I'm here on a mission. The candies are a bribe. [ why? because - ]

We're going to play a game. Never have I ever.

Nothing too serious or difficult - ! We're going to work together, so we might as well spend some time learning about each other, even if it's just the small things.

[shiro2hero]

[His face and mood both fall at once when he hears that. Which is entirely Lance's fault. Thanks for that, Space Son.]

[Deep breaths -- because this is clearly not Lance, and it might not go poorly.]

Suddenly I feel like I'm back in school on a Friday night. [He shrugs, and nods, once.] Sure. Fire away.

[tropism]

Back in school? [ giorno frowns at him, and then he glances shiro over again. ]

How old are you?

[shiro2hero]

[That's not really the reaction he expected, so he looks taken aback for a second, before shrugging.]

Either 24 or 25, now. Somewhere around there. I sort of lost track of... a lot of time.

[tropism]

[ momentarily forgetting his game - this is more interesting, and anyway, if shiro's talking he's not complaining, giorno decides to ask more questions as he starts on the chocolates. ]

How do you lose track of time? [ a pause as he tries to remember what pidge had said of her world .... ] What do you do in space?

[shiro2hero]

[There's a definite shift in his expression. From calm and mildly bemused to something sharper, tenser. While he does his best to focus on what Sam had shown him -- on shielding his thoughts. The flash of purple light and metal hands dragging lights too bright locked doors and alien and sneaks through, regardless of his attempt to control.]

It's a long story. Not exactly lighthearted, either. [But that's a better question. Easier, anyway.] We try to save the universe.

... and yeah, I know how cheesy it sounds.

[tropism]

[ ah. a wave of the hand. a brush against his shield, as if to say, keep it, i don't want it. he won't press. but he keeps track of what leaked from him. ]

It's not cheesy. Isn't that why we all stayed here? We have a lot to lose by returning.

I would do anything to protect the ones I love.

[ and he is absolutely serious about it, too. so serious, shiro might smell blood. the scent vanishes just as quickly. ]

[shiro2hero]

[He needs to be better at this. To keep things buried more deeply. Keep his wall up and strong. More work. More training -- but at least there's no comment on it.]

... Yeah. We do.

[His next answer is quiet, his eyes suddenly far away.]

So would I.

[It's an achingly familiar smell. Enough to conjure up more memories shoved quickly back.]

[tropism]

[ he shakes his head. ] Ah, but I've ruined everything.

[ he said they'd play again and it won't be too serious! .... and here they were.

he offers shiro the chocolates anyway. ] Sorry about that. I was too curious about everything else.

We can move on from it, if you want. [ there will come a time for space questions again. maybe. if it were up to giorno, really, he'd rather move into other people's minds without them noticing it, but he's not quite good at putting up shields yet even, he should probably hold off of that possibility for a while. if that's even an option. ]

[shiro2hero]

[He makes an aborted attempt at a shrug. By way of brushing off the apology. It's not necessary.] Curiosity happens.

[He'll take a chocolate, though, but ends up awkwardly rolling it around in metal fingers, rather than eating it like a normal person.]

If you want to keep playing your game, yeah. That's probably best.

[tropism]

[ he gives him a serene smile, pleased that shiro was going to participate in the game regardless. ]

Alright, let's see.

Never have I ever [ dramatic pause as he thinks. ] ... got caught sneaking out.

[ does it count if giorno was scamming a tourist who happened to have a Stand. no it doesn't because all tourists are potential lunch money targets, and anyway shiro won't know, the bullshit detector is sam. ]

[shiro2hero]

[Well, that earns a long pause. Looking from the chocolate in his hand to the other, and back again.]

... what does it mean if you never ... tried sneaking out?

[Because he'd said "got caught". You have to actually try to sneak out, in order to have someone catch you.]