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

[deployed]

[ Even though Bellamy had circled back admiringly over and over, he'd never intended to join the dance. Even warmed through by the clutch of the Darkling's hands and the sweet liquor that he'd traded kisses for more than once, he hadn't ever considered mixing in with the dancers. He obligingly allows for the shift in the Darkling's position, relinquishes a hand, takes a few tripping steps forward. A wordless protest sparks between them, smothered as the Darkling trades back the end of the story. Images of a woman turning to flame remind Bellamy of a phoenix and then, inevitably, of Clarke. ]

( That's a happier ending than I expected. )

[ Bellamy was raised on myths. Nothing ever ended well in any of the stories Aurora had read him. Maybe that had been deliberate. His hand twists in the Darkling's, tightening as his thumb slips along the Darkling's knuckles. He has fragmented, secondhand memories of the Bout it Out parlor, but all of it had blurred into nonsensical blips in the wake of Bellamy's illness. What the Darkling's capable of is far off, secondary to the story he's woven and the thrum of the bond between them. ]

( Where are we going? )

[unsea]

[ A happier ending. He leaves the story there, for Bellamy's sake. ]

( You're just shy of coordinated, I think. )

[ Though he teases, he has Bellamy caught up in the tangle of dancers. His broodmate's mind is soft with alcohol, his limbs ungainly enough that physically manipulating him into the motion of the crowd was easy enough. Distract him with a silent tale, strung between their minds, and pull him in close. Deeper into the action he's been watching so admiringly throughout the night; this isn't a night to exist on the fringes, he feels. There is a certain brilliance to it, a reprieve from difficulties that he, personally, does not require, but thinks Bellamy might benefit from.

He takes up one of Bellamy's hands, the one being so pointedly touched - an echo of the night he'd tucked his hatchtwin into his bed and lulled him to a restless sleep. ]

( Did you ever think to dance with her? )

[ Clarke. The young lady at the forefront of Bellamy's mind. ]

[deployed]

[ There's a brief urge to turn and flee which the Darkling's touch staves off. This scene is far removed from the Unity Day dance so long ago, and Bellamy had never participated in those the way he should have. It hadn't felt fair, with Octavia tucked beneath the floor and unable to join him, and then—

Well, then it all fell apart.

But that falls away too at the renewed brush of the Darkling's mind. It's as if he lays fingers on the exact memory of Clarke. She glows, distracting, as Bellamy shakes his head. They never had time to dance. The world had been on fire from the moment they landed, even if it had regrettably taken them too long to notice. ]

( No opportunity, ) [ Which is truthfully, though followed inevitably by: ] ( I don't think I know how. )

[ Or he didn't when compared with the dancers around them or the impression he had of the Darkling's experiences. Bellamy was in no way expert. His fingers lace through the Darkling's absently, hanging on before the Darkling can abandon him in the middle of the floor. He feels a stray tug on the ribbon at his belt, but doesn't turn to assess whether or not he's lost anything. ]