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

[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?"