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

[charismatic]

“I suppose,” Will says. The smoke bothers him a little – he's not really used to it – but he ignores it. This isn't an angle he's thought of before, and he's not quite sure what to make of it. “What do you think they could need us for?” Not anything good, is his guess.

[fish]

Fish is usually pretty good about aiming his smoke away from people's faces; if Will's discomfort becomes obvious he'll start turning his head away too instead of just blowing it up into the air. Because he's just that nice.

"Cheap entertainment?" He shrugs. "If there's an answer, someone woulda found it by now... after a while it's like, you might as well be wondering why you were born. Or the meaning of life or whatever. So I try not to think about it too much."