OPEN :: A golden bird was singing

[baedalites]

Who: Everyone!
What: St Kelley's evening
Where: The Apache and surrounding environs.
When: Veerdi evening.
Notes:
(1) The topic threads are just suggestions; if you've got somewhere else that your characters simply must be, make your own thread.
(2) All mementos will appear overnight in some part of your character's apartment.
(3) Dance!

St Kelley's is one of the more sedate occasions in Baedal, at least as holidays go. It passes more or less unnoticed by the majority of the population as many of them feel it doesn't concern them. It's not their holiday; it's for the others. Those with severed ties and broken hearts. The temple and church preach that it's a time for reflection or for glorifying the generosity of the gods. It's one of the few days on which no one looks askance at first generation Citizens mourning their missing loved ones publicly.

As night rolls around and floating lanterns are set to sea, the Apache in Mog Hill prepares to accept guests from the newer cohorts. It's something that happens every year, making it a practical tradition. The alcohol will be cheaper for first timers, and the music will be kept at a reasonable level.

Comments

[gwynn]

"Yeah! On the top of your ears." She waves at her own pointed ones and narrowly avoids setting her hair on fire once again with one of those sweeping, careless gestures. "Or you know, just like... a line of 'em up the lobe. Do a totally 90's thing with a bunch of tiny hoops." Megan you can't just force everyone to dress like it's 1996 again, you were one year old then.

[controlledvariable]

Steph laughs, shaking her head, "I'll get you a needle and an ice cube and I can be your barbie for a day."

It's mostly just a joke, but there's a hint of seriousness. She actually wouldn't be that opposed to giving Megan free reign to stick her ears full of holes; her pain tolerance is pretty high and she could just take them out after a couple of days.

"As long as you haven't had anything to drink beforehand," she feels it's an important addendum to make.

[gwynn]

"Nuh uh, don't even -- 'cause I'll, like, totally take you up on that. When I was thirteen a bunch of us pierced each others' belly buttons. At a slumber party. Or, well, it wasn't so much a slumber party as it was one of those 'yeah mum I'm totally spending the weekend at Katie's house, we're not going rolling at all' things. You know, like you do. Anyway the point is, everyone's supposed to be drunk."

No actually that is the opposite of what should happen ever, Megan.

[controlledvariable]

"Oh god," She gives another small laugh, imagining how that went, "Please tell me no one ended up too mortally wounded. I'm definitely retracting my offer, I don't need to end up with a hole in my head instead of my ear."

It's not that she doesn't trust Megan. She just doesn't trust drunk Megan.

[gwynn]

"Oh, well, okay, if you're gonna be a chicken," she says, as if -- yes, not wanting a drunk, half-crazy girl menacing you with a needle is unreasonable.

[controlledvariable]

"No, no no no," she pretends to be something between annoyed and horrified, all undercut with clear amusement, "Don't make it a challenge. I can't refuse those."

[gwynn]

"Bawk bawk bawk," she says, flapping her arms and her wings in what is apparently an approximation of a four-winged chicken... which she's seen in Baedal, actually, they make the weirdest eggs.

[controlledvariable]

"You are terrible," She reaches over to try to ruffle Megan's hair, as if that will somehow distract her, "I'm gonna end up with an ear that looks like swiss cheese."

[gwynn]

She flails and ducks away. "Hey, watch the hair! I put a lot of effort into this!" Megan, you ran a brush through it five minutes ago and didn't bother rebrushing after you flew here. Stop that. "You can make that a new trend, anyway. Just having a bunch of random holes in your ears. Like... lotus ear."

Why.

[controlledvariable]

"Are you going for that artfully tossled look," she settles for flicking the strands of hair that fall near Megan's shoulders.

"I have an idea, I'll let you stick me with a needle if you let me stick you with one," a challenging eyebrow is raised, not that Steph is sure this strategy will even work.

[gwynn]

"Okay!"

Megan's calling your bluff, Steph. Look at her, half those piercings she did with a girlfriend and an ice cube. Plus those tattoos.

[controlledvariable]

"Then we've got a deal," That totally didn't go as Steph planned, but she's not backing down from a challenge.

"Just don't make me regret this too much." She's gonna regret it so much.