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

[seeyaduke]

Ana just grinned at his laugh, and then she inclined her head as if considering the merits of deer blood and licorice moonshine. "Well, at least with something with that proof, we'd know it'd kill whatever little organisms are kicking around in it's blood. Possible selling point there."

"It all depends on what kind of beer you're drinking, I think. If you're drinking the Baedal equivalent of a PBR, then you're either classless or a hipster. Of course, being the hipster would mean that you were classless." Teasing, or not, it was hard to tell in her voice.

Ana looked to the bartender and ordered one of the bombs with vodka; at least that would help get her a bit drunk.