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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

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[ There are way too many thoughts in Pidge's head right now and she can't keep all of them locked up when she's sharing a mental link with someone. There's a bit of embarrassment, a bit of mild panic, some confusion. A rush of warm feelings when she remembers the way the kiss felt and then a stubborn tamping down of that.

Is she supposed to like being kissed on the cheek that much? Is that normal? Is she weird? She's probably weird. She's always weird.

Breath. In, out. This is fine.

She's fine.

Pidge takes a deep breath and another drink from her cup. Just to help her cope and keep herself occupied. ]

( Well, yeah. Me being here is all kinds of impossible, but here I am. So I don't discount that. Then again, it's probably not statistically impossible, just statistically unlikely- )

[ Pidge pauses and then reaches out to take the ribbon, almost automatically. That blush is back. ]

Uh. Thanks? I think? What do I do with it now?

[ Angel laughs and - well, fair enough. ] Here, swap for a second - and I'll tie it on for you?

[ She offers an exchange back, her drink for the ribbon so could fasten it to her comfortably. Might tight enough so Pidge didn't have to worry about someone else stealing a kiss when she was - very pink, she notices idly. ]

[ "Pink" is one way of putting it. Her experience with romance and physical affection beyond more family-like stuff is entirely academic. She clears her throat and quickly trades the ribbon back, watching as Angel ties the ribbon on to her. ]

I wonder how this ribbon thing got started. Who thinks of that? What's it supposed to represent?

[ There's a drunken haze to her movement that makes them a little slower, a little more meticulous. Gently humming as she wraps it around her wrist, ligning it up carefully, her little fingers bracing against Pidge's arm as she begins to tie the ribbon into a bow. ]

Maybe it's - uhm, those stories I heard from earth, about how Knights would ask for a ladies favour, which us, uh a scrap of material, isn't it? I think, anyway, in tournaments they'd ask for it before they fought for good luck? Maybe it's like that.

[ She brings the loops around and feeds one under the other to tie them together. ] I guess that makes you my knight in shining armour, huh?

[ "Drunken haze" is a pretty good description. Pidge is feeling a bit woozy from the alcohol, but still in a good spot. At least until later tonight. For some reason, she feels acutely aware of Angel's fingers against her skin and she starts trying to recite the digits of "pi" in her head to distract herself. It mostly works, but she runs out of steam around the twentieth digit.

Booze and memory don't mix. Especially when someone is calling Pidge a knight in shining armor. ]

Well, uh, I guess? I mean, I'm a paladin, which is basically a knight, but my armor isn't that shiny. It's more white and green and it's actually pretty matte, because you don't want it to give your position away - oh, it does have lights. I guess. Those... are shining?

[ She'd like to say that this knowledge comes from an actual knowledge of a far off planet's history.

But real talk, it's from a goddamn tabletop game, Bunkers and Badasses. ]

I think those definitely count as shining. I don't see why it wouldn't. Being white and green definitely help. [ Bright and clean, the sun that falls on the Highlands. Before the threshers rip up whoever comes past anyway. ] Paladins are holy, aren't they? Holy fighters that serve a King or Queen to help them keep the peace in the Kingdom.

[ Her eyes crinkle up at the edges with her smile. ] Paladin Pidge and her noble Lion.

[ She ties the ribbon off at least, taking her drink back. ] So, are you going to come rescue me from a dragon?

[ Tabletop games are a viable mode of learning. Maybe. Pidge isn't really thinking about table-top games, though. She's trying to keep herself focused on what Angel is saying and not on how she sort of wishes that Angel would leave her hand on her arm, because that's definitely not something she's ever going to talk about or tell Angel. hen again, she's 100% sure that Angel can read her mind right now (although unlike most nervous teenagers, she's probably more right than she is wrong).

Think about robots or something, Pidge. Lions. Voltron.

Lance? OK, that sort of works.

Besides, now they're discussing paladins, isn't that great? ]

Uh, I don't know about holy, but we do have a princess. Did have a princess. But she could handle herself pretty well, so she was actually pretty hands on when it came to-

[ She's sure that her ears are about to just burn themselves off of her head. Especially when Angel asks Pidge if there's going to be rescuing from dragons involved. Look, she's read terrible young adult fantasy. ]

Uh - I - If you need help, sure. I couldn't just leave you, but it would also depend on the dragon and what we had on hand to fight it. Because if it's a really large dragon, I don't think my bayard would be enough. But I'd definitely do my best. I mean, I've never fought an actual dragon before, but I've fought things that are like dragons in that they're large and threatening-

[ She decides that now is a good time to take another swig of her drink. She can't talk if she's drinking. ]

[ Mercifully, probably to Pidge, it's all just somewhat of a jumble to follow quickly, a trickling warmth that she doesn't mind at all, it's nice, it's always nice to be close to people as far as Angel is concern and - wait.

Whose that guy? ]

I've sort of met a Baroness, and she was very hands on as well. Definitely could handle herself. [ Oh, Aurelia, stop setting orphans on fire because you think it sounds funny??

There's a prickly amusement in her eyes as Pidge hurriedly drinks, but otherwise apart from that, she does a marvellous job of acting like this all normal. ( Probably, it's normal for the hive. ) ] I'm glad you wouldn't leave me. [ Alright, so she teases a little. ] Of course. Well, see, you're already experienced. Between your lion and everything you can do, I'm sure you'll have me out of that tower in no time. [ Oh, Angel, you're sick, you do know that, don't you? That this fantasy cuts close, she doesn't breath out a word of, in mind or action. Why should she let it bother her, she insists to herself, when Pidge is so hastily downing her drink. ] It'll just be a detour for you, I'm sure, you'll have it sorted so quickly.

["That guy" is like the furthest thing from attractive Pidge can think of right now, which isn't that fair to him, but she's a bit drunk and she can't seem to get her head on entirely straight. That's mostly the alcohol, but some of it is the... flirting? Pidge thinks it's flirting, but she's also fourteen and she's never done this before, so she's probably panicking over nothing. She finishes her gulp of her drink and shifts from one foot to the other, trying to think of how to respond. ]

Well, I'd probably end up leveling the tower. Kinda. I mean... particle cannons and stuff.

[ She stammers and tries to correct herself. That came out wrong. ]

I wouldn't do that while you were in it! But I guess we are supposed to rescue people. And you're part of the... uh, crew. And you're... a friend. I think. I mean, we haven't known each other that long, but I'd like to think we're friends, at least for right now.

[ There's that word, isn't it, friend. The one thing sometimes offered more freely that she deserves to be given, after what she's done to many of those 'friends' and the thing she cared about more than anything. The moment after betraying them that when she reached out to speak to them, there was just empty crackling silence or a vile spew of language at her that she more than deserved, she knew.

But more than a kiss on a cheek, or teasing, it makes her heart beat wildly in her chest, so loud and clear and bright. The one thing she wanted, so much, the one thing that made dying worth it, - being with them. ]

I'd like that, a lot, if you want to be my friend.

I - yeah! I think that'd be good!

[ There's a trace of relief in her voice for reasons she doesn't quite understand, but she's glad that it's going over well. She's felt... not exactly alone, but isolated. That's partly her fault; she's been in her room, trying and trying to figure out this world through the brute force of her computer. She hasn't made time to make friends with the rest of the Nest.

This is a good step. ]

I mean, we're in this together, right?

[ She nods a nervous smile playing there - and she'd said that many times before too, so many people. I'm here for you, I'll be with you, I'm watching over you. The words had started to lose meaning, how she promised and promised and promised, and it meant nothing in the end.

It's not until this place that she got to have it in return. Got to say it and mean it. ]

Yeah, yeah we are, we can look for your parents together, too.

My dad and my brother, actually.

[ Katie corrects her. It's not meant to be rude. It's just not something she's specified yet. ]

My mom is back on Earth, so... she's probably safe enough. But I bet she's worried sick about me.

[ Pidge pauses. She feels a bit guilty for leaving her mom all alone, but this was something she had to do. Finding them was important. ]

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