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

[rhinemaid]

“I think it's that there ought to be a difference between caring and being bothered, or between...” Ilde rolls her teeth in her lip as she tries to think her way through this concept in a way that's less filtered through her cocktails. “It shouldn't be everything. But it's not nothing.”

...eloquent.

[fish]

Fish is fluent in Drunk Eloquence and therefore accepts this fully. "Yeah, totally. That's exactly... I mean, I try to keep it there, somewhere in the middle. A lotta the time it just ends up going back and forth, though." His hand flops left and right, loose in the wrist, as if to indicate a busted dial. "Like, between the extremes."