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

[instead]

It's still dangerous for Lily Potter to be out and about, but Daisy Williams is able to sit at a table in the corner, hair charmed blonde and curly, and a pair of glasses that started out life as a coffee mug perched on the edge of her nose. She has a glass of water, and takes small sips from it as she watches the crowd, happy to be out among them and learning more about the city.

After all, the more she knows, the better she can plan her escape.

[wontturntofoam]

It's not so much that Shrieky chooses to intrude into the girl's evening out by lurching into the seat opposite her, as it is that the process of making his legs work is becoming increasingly complicated. So it is, that he drops (more than a little drunkenly) into the seat opposite her, and gives his legs a thoroughly disapproving look.

After a moment, he redirects his gaze to glance across the table at her, "Do you mind me sitting here?"

He hopes not, because having to move sounds like a pretty terrible option right now.

[instead]

Lily smiles across the table at him and raises her eyebrows, taking a sip of her water.

"I don't think I've much of a choice in the matter, do I? But please, have a seat." Her eyebrows lift slightly. "Had a bit much this evening, have you?"

[wontturntofoam]

"Well, I could slide down onto the floor, if you'd prefer." Shrieky offers, and for a moment he's sincere about it. Then it occurs to him that that's kind of a funny thing to suggest, and he has to cover his mouth to stop himself from laughing at it.

"I've not have much, I don't think. Not comparatively." He slips his hand up from his mouth to cover his eyes, "But, yes, I do feel like it has been quite enough." The hand drops again, and he glances across the table at her, "Did you send out one of the boats, earlier?"

[instead]

She nods, trailing her fingers along the rim of her glass, and smiles at him again. "I did. I've not been here for very long, but it seems like such a lovely way to commemorate people who can't be here with us. I wanted to give it a try. Did you?"

[wontturntofoam]

"I did!" He offers, cheerily, "I haven't been here long either, and there wasn't really anything that I wanted, but I thought that the boats looked very beautiful, and I enjoy being involved in such things."

Putting both hands on the table, he leans against it, steadying himself slightly, "Were you brought something in return?"

[instead]

She shakes her head. "Not yet. I'm keeping an eye out, though; I imagine if it's true, it'll be cropping up fairly soon." She pushes her glasses up on her nose, peering at him a little more closely. "Have you heard of anyone receiving anything yet? I thought we'd have heard something by now."

[wontturntofoam]

Shrieky nods, a little blearily, before fumblingly tugging up a piece of cord that's tied around his neck and disappearing into his tee shirt. Strung onto it, there's a ring. "This came for me. I know someone else who got... a doll? His sister's, I think. And someone got a Yankees cap."

He pulls a little face at the word 'Yankees', because he's been taught to treat that like a dirty word.

[instead]

She leans closer to have a look at it, eyes bright and curious. "Oh, what a lovely ring." His last words, though, make her smile a little, confused. "Yankees? You mean the American baseball team?"

[wontturntofoam]

"It was my friend's, from when he was married." Shrieky's expression stays cheerful, as he glances at the ring himself. The question allows a hint of puzzlement to creep into his expression, and he drops the ring back down again, "I'm... I'm not sure, possibly? The lady who told me about it said it as though it was something bad, so, depending on how terrible that group is, it's possible."

[instead]

"Oh, I see." Lily shakes her head, then smiles. "Americans are very passionate about their baseball, so I suppose it only makes sense that they'd demonize one team over another."