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

Re: Courtyard:

[deadclumsy]

Tonks has occupied one of the chairs near the door, watching the comings and goings of others and being more than a little too quiet. It's just that sort of night, isn't it? When one can sit and consider all those who have been lost?

She's not one to dwell - not really. But she can't help thinking of Sirius, or, to a lesser degree, of Remus (because that's something she's told no one). She can't help thinking of Bellatrix and wondering who was behind her killing. Or of Lily Potter, and how she must be missing her husband terribly. She hopes Harry has contacted his mother. She hopes he's keeping her company.

Maybe she'll call Snape-the-younger and go have a drink with him, she thinks, then writes it off almost immediately. He tolerates her (she supposes) in much the same way she tolerates him. He probably has his own lanterns to set loose tonight, anyway.

She's getting a little too sentimental, is the problem. There's no raucous howling and laughter from her, no pig snouts or duck bills or fire engine-red hair. She settled on a nice brown and stuck with it. Everything about her is quite muted, and she's content to just sit here until someone she knows - preferably someone from home - wanders along.

[hearditbothways]

If Tonks wanted peace and quiet, then karma had it in for her today.

Shawn strolls past her with a cheery spring in his step, seemingly oblivious of her presence - but then stops with his back to her. One hand goes up to his temple as he utteres a low hum. "Oh my God. I feel a tremor in the force so strong that I can almost sense it."

Shawn whirls back around, his other hand pointing straight at Tonks, his voice doing a dramatic octave-drop. "I know you."

[deadclumsy]

Oh. Okay. Yes. She can deal with Shawn right now. If it isn't someone from home, it'll be someone who makes her laugh - and she does greet him with good cheer. It's fun to play along, to forget for even a moment that this is dangerously close to a wake, so she leans forward, gives him her most wicked look, and replies, "The Courageous Enigma. We meet again."

With that, she falls back into her original relaxed position, heavily-booted legs stretched out before her, and grins. "Wotcher."

[hearditbothways]

"So we do!"

There is a dramatic pause, then Shawn tilts his head as if he doesn't really know what to do with it.

"You know, I just realized that this line works so much better when you're actually nemesisses." A pause. "Nemesisse? Nemessi?"