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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
circumspector: (xxiii » singing when you're told)

[personal profile] circumspector 2016-10-23 11:09 am (UTC)(link)
[ The look on her face is nothing but fond, relieved. Her fingers still curled around his, squeezing gently. ]

Thinking too much and not looking at me again.

[ It's teasing, light, nothing too serious at all as she brushes against him. Pressing her lips together and maybe they should talk, sort things out before she did, but whatever his hesitance or her own, she figures it's better to start at the beginning. ]

And... well, did you like kissing me?

[ That's... probably the most simple place to begin. Figure out the rest of it after that, if they needed to. ]
circumspector: (xiv » or merely hallowing)

[personal profile] circumspector 2016-10-23 04:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She looks down at their joined hands and - she supposes she owes him honesty, most of all, more than anyone she wants to be... truthful with him. Hard as it is, not like she knows very much of herself at all. ]

You're right. I don't and... I don't think I ever will be okay with ... promising. Because of what happened - before. [ That vague description she's given him of what her life was like before this, what had dictated it. But more importantly, not because of Steve, never him. She doesn't think she could ever have a bad word about him, ever not want to be near him in some way.

It hits her harder than she expected all of a sudden and the words stick. Be honest, Angel, just this once, she can, for him, she can. Isn't that more precious to them both? She'd give him so much, she realises. More than she might give anyone else and it comes quick.
] Because honestly, I'm just figuring it out too and being locked up most of your life doesn't really give you a lot of time to work this stuff out? [ joking with it, oh it's tragic, but that's a given, but she's not here for some awful full stop on her life.

She's here because it'd turned into a comma, one she's currently figuring out the rest of the sentence of ( maybe she'd find the rest of exact verbs and adjectives in the shape of his mouth where he presses it to her and maybe that's all this is )
] So maybe that will change but I don't want to give you that idea when there's a good chance I won't?

[ Swallows, giving him whatever she could then. ] On... on Pandora, people don't make promises too often. They tend to just take whatever good is in their life however it comes to them. Because they don't know when it's going to go, just that it is. [ Bites at her lip, teeth scraping and nervous. ] And I think you're a good thing in my life, I think you're better than that and I really liked kissing you too. Which no, I can't make a promise but - [ she swallows, nervous, skittish, but smiling, bright and happy. ] - I can give you that if that is okay with you?
Edited (what is sentence structure) 2016-10-23 16:35 (UTC)
circumspector: (( siren ) » tell me to prove)

[personal profile] circumspector 2016-10-25 06:23 am (UTC)(link)
Okay. [ It's a shaky exhale, and she finds both his hands then, turning them about, stepping closer again, and it's to put them on her waist, settling them there against her back where her clothes dip and hang open the way she likes. Once she's sure he's not going anywhere, and there are nerves in it, still, not out of inexperience so much this time. He matters, she realises and she has no idea what to do with that revelation, he matters so much and - ] Okay.

[ A self-affirming word that means nothing. More to do with making sure it's alright to lead in this where - she's more comfortable doing so, admittedly. Needs to be in control of her own body when it comes to being close. No accident or sweet lead in like this is a cheesy EchoNet video when she leans in this time to him, her hands come up to settle against his shoulders. ] We should go get that ribbon, huh?

[ Got - a little bit sidetracked, apparently.. ]
circumspector: (( laugh ) » and all the people say)

[personal profile] circumspector 2016-10-26 05:33 am (UTC)(link)
[ She grins, and this time it is deliberately sweet, like sugar wouldn't melt in her mouth and he best learn to be careful when she does that. It's never for any good reason. ]

Yeah, you should.

[ And she brings up the cup of water from earlier where he's all wrapped around her...



...and dumps it over his head, directly. Grinning wide and sharp as she does it.
]
circumspector: (( uh yes? ) » but my hands are cold)

[personal profile] circumspector 2016-10-26 09:42 am (UTC)(link)
[ The water splashes over her, more so when he flicks his hair like a dog, and her hands come up to protect her face from the splatter. Laughing like a mad thing with it that turns into a squeal when he suddenly picks her up. Her legs swinging as she clutched to him. ] Steve!

[ Granted, she probably deserves it, after that, where he gets her damp, her clothes sticking to her. She presses her face to his neck, laughing still, squirming just a little in his hold before she settles against him. ]

It's just down the street a little.