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

[wrackful]

[Startling is exactly what Murphy does. Too caught up on trying to steady himself back down, he isn't paying enough attention to his surroundings, and it's stupid. A side alley off a crowd like that would be a perfect place to attack or rob someone, and he doesn't so much jump or flinch as he does tense, carefully not showing outright fear even as he looks up at the guy, eyes sharp.]

Fine. Thanks.

[He's already saying it as he realises the low hum of connection. The tension doesn't entirely dissipate, because being Nest doesn't mean not being a threat, but it does soften a little, Murphy's gaze dropping away again.]

I'm not going to [he points loosely at his head] explode or whatever, don't worry.

[His panic had probably leaked over. He realises that in retrospect, a frustrated kind of resignation that this guy probably wasn't the only one to pick up on it.]