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

[boomvox]

That... is not actually comforting, if one were to be wholly honest; people being weird because they're drunk is one thing, people announcing that they're weird on their own is a little on the 'oh god, you aren't a serial killer, are you?' side of another. That response, in addition to the way Tadhg is now staring at him so intently, means Jae is immediately put on the defensive - though none of it shows. He's got too much of a history in media relations for that, even with alcohol in him.

"Not quite that long." He smiles. "Nice to meet you - maybe I'll see you around. Take care, man." He's been making his way around the room in brief bursts all evening, so it doesn't look weird; he does make a direct line outside towards Ilde, though, as if maybe she waived him over.

[gifted_hands]

The lad's polite about it, no doubt, but Tadhg has witnessed too many similar sudden withdrawals in his long life not to recognize a strategic retreat when he sees one. He has apparently managed to put his foot in it yet again. Never mind, he can hardly blame anyone for erring on the side of caution here, no matter where they come from or how long ago they arrived.

"Have a good evening, Jae." The reply is mild and sincere. Abandoning his drink on a nearby table, he scans the crowd of revelers. Maybe he can find someone he already knows.