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

[controlledvariable]

"You sound British, like..." she makes a vague hand gesture that is apparently supposed to mean something, "Posh British. But I'll take your word for it on the Americanness."

"That's a good lesson to learn," Steph doesn't think she ever really took people for granted -- her mom, maybe, but that was because of Reasons. She smiles at him trying to pick up the mood, and decides to make a conscious effort to not be depressing, "From back home? Did you guys show up at the same time?"

[cerebral]

"Oxford." And he gives a little shrug. Because let's face it, that more or less explains everything.

"No, he showed up a few months before I did." He doesn't bother to explain the alternate of himself that was here --not because it disturbs him, but because it's needlessly confusing. "Sort of makes sense, really. I always seem to end up tagging after him." It is something that Charles has come to accept in life.

[controlledvariable]

"That would make sense," Steph is a little impressed; she's pretty sure Oxford is that super fancy one.

"Clearly you should blame here for your being here," she is kidding; and now wondering if this means Cass will turn up, "I don't know if I want my best friend here or not."

Life is hard.

[cerebral]

"Well, when you put it that way, I'm almost glad. He needs someone to keep him out of trouble." It's said jokingly, and yet if you only knew Erik Lehnsherr. "We both do." Or enable. They work rather neatly that way.

He makes a little sympathetic expression, one hand going out to pat her arm in a friendly gesture. "I know what you mean. I would have been the exact same, even though I would have missed him terribly."

[controlledvariable]

"That's what best friends are for," Keeping each other out of trouble, then she adds, just because she can, "And slumber parties where you talk about boys." Because Steph and Cass have heaps of those. All the time.

"She'd hate it here. It's the one thing keeping me from really wishing for her," It's mostly true, the use of CiDs would especially annoy Cass; relying so heavily on not-in-person communication would be hard for her.

[cerebral]

"I can't say I've had much experience with that." Although it does provide a hilarious mental image.

"That's sort of how I feel. Well, no. I think my sister and our friends would like some aspects of this place. But I think I'd end up tearing my hair out over what they'd get up to." No, that's not actually how he will eventually go bald in the future.