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

[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?