faderift | OPEN: Satinalia

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OPEN: Satinalia

WHO: Everyone
WHAT: SATINALIA
WHEN: Firstfall 1
WHERE: Kirkwall
NOTES: Party hard, use content warnings, move explicit content to inboxes.

Named for Satina, the smaller of Thedas' two moons, Satinalia is a celebration of freedom, marked by wild celebration, pranks, the donning of costumes and masks -- not the fine, delicate masks of Orlais, but animals and caricatures and playful horrors -- and the exchange of gifts both sincere and satirical.

There is no party at the Gallows, but those who can be spared on Satinalia may be given the night off to join Kirkwall's celebration, which spans the entire city and will take several days to peter out. Hightown plays host to lavish balls—but you'll need an invitation, and the unlucky guards posted at the stairs leading into the nobles' district are especially on guard for mischief-makers. There's no such crackdown in Lowtown, where masked revelers spill out of taverns and into the streets, often bringing barrels of ale along with them. Even Darktown gets involved, in its own way: anyone who can afford a celebration goes to Lowtown, but some of the roving bands of thieves in the tunnels don animal masks for the occasion.

And near the docks, enterprising children draped in white cloth are selling admission to a "haunted" warehouse for one copper. Adorable—except that some of the partiers exiting seem genuinely terrified, with one unfortunate man even having wet himself. Taking the children up on their offer will reveal that they have a genuine haunting on their hands. Doors slam, objects fly, footsteps appear in the dirt floor. There's laughter at the edge of hearing and movement on the edge of vision, and brief snatches of a sea shanty sung in a monotone. Make a hasty exit, or try to find the source.

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Well, that's good. He would hate to have his evening ruined by being forcibly run out of a place. Now, it wouldn't be the first time for that, of course. Not by a long shot, but he didn't think his reputation could survive it here, or reflect as charmingly as it did back home.

"Is that what they all know me as? The trousers man?" He asked, letting Adasse steer him towards the drinks.

Adasse grinned at him, pouring him a measure of their cider, where the smell was sweet and already intoxicating. They knew how to brew down here in the alienage, after all.

"Hey, better than 'the bloke who is getting his family jewels removed if he keeps eying the young girls." Adasse's smile widened, "Besides, I don't know much else about you, now do I?"

He took it with a nod of thanks, giving a quick sniff and sipping rather than gulping it down. There was a lot of alcohol out there tonight, and as much as he enjoyed the buzz it brought, it he didn't want to get drunk off his ass either.

"Oh, well, no worry about that tonight. You have my full attention," he said with a bright laugh of his own, smile matching Adasse's. "Well, you know I have an adorable puppy. I remember quite vividly putting you in charge of her for a time."

He smiled and poured himself another mug of ale, drinking deeply. He was amongst his people, and so, he knew he was safe.

"I do in fact, remember that adorable puppy. So I can give you ... Puppy Man instead." He grinned, before he asked, "So how is that adorable puppy?"

Kirk didn't feel unsafe, but, well, tensions being what they were, keeping his wits about him seemed wiser than not.

"I'll take that," he laughed. "I've been compared to one before, among other things." He shook his head. "She's well. Driving out cats mad, but I think that means she's a being a proper puppy so I'm not to worried."

"Yeah, sounds about right. I remember the puppies back in the kennel - they'd tear around the place like little furry hellions, but sweet as can be." He grinned at the memory, taking another swig. "She's a good baby though."

"She is, she is. She'll grow up to a pretty lady too, though I fear she will have the manners of our cats, and then I truly wont know what to do with her," he sighed and shook his head sadly. "The worst sort of dog is one that knows how pretty and cute it is."

"Well, if you have the looks, use them to your best advantage." He grinned broadly, "Otherwise you're just wasting your adorable blessings."

"Are we still talking about Jaylah?" he asked with a laugh, finally taking a deeper gulp of his drink and grinning broadly at his friend.

"We are talking about all beings, furry and otherwise. Obviously you would never hurt a cute dog, now would you?"

"Obviously not. I'm not a monster," he gasped, and pressed a hand over his heart in mock hurt.

"Well of course not - you're a gallant sort, yeah?" He grins at him. "Do I owe you another drink?"

"I think you owe me a few more, but I'll just take the one for now," he chirped back. "Speaking of, did you want to come for a ride soon? On Atlas, I mean."

"I'll be sure to make sure we even out the drinking amounts then." He smirked back, as he made sure as he poured another ale. Then his gaze brightened, "I do! I will!"

Kirk beamed. "Excellent. You know, if you like, I wouldn't mind you taking him out on short rides for some exercise on days I can't."

Now you are going to see him utterly melt before you, Kirk. "Really? I mean? Could I really?"

He laughed at the reaction. "Yeah, absolutely. Just don't go to far or overwork him, but I don't want him to getting fat and lazy at the stables either. So if you want to take him out now and then, I trust you."

"... Jim, I don't love anyone but Coco, but I am awfully fond of you right now." Yeah, he's beaming from ear to ear.

"Aw, that's all right, I'm not sure I could take someone else loving me right now, so rather fond works for me," he grinned, raising his glass in salute. "It's a deal then. He's even tempered, as you saw, so you shouldn't have any problems with him. If you do, you can always bribe him with a sugar cube or two."

"Well there you have it. We both agree to that." He matched that grin, feeling a sort of relief to that. He was ... already having mixed emotions in the form of a red-headed elf man with soulful eyes. He didn't need to add a human onto that.

"Oh, there may be a few more than that. Just warning you."

"But hit me up if you want some fun," he winked, only half-joking. He was devoted to Sam, it was true, but their relationship was rather open, given they had both been with Iskandar and Sam was currently with Cyril. Kirk saw him now and then too, but in less of a romantic capacity than Samouel did. It worked for them though.

"Now now, I want you to help keep my horse fit, not give him diabetes."

"I shall put you on my 'For Fun' list." Adasse stated solemnly, but his eyes were twinkling mischief once more, "And all right all right, mediocre spoiling. Don't tell the other horses, it'll give me a bad rep..."

A pause, "What's ... diabetes?"

Oh, damn it. He had used a term that didn't exist here again. He was slipping up more and more these days. But, well, no harm in telling him. The other knew he was a Rifter.

"It's a disease in my world. It's when your body can't properly produce a chemical called "insulin" that controls your blood sugar. You can get it either by being born with it, or eating to much sugar." That was incredibly simplified, but he didn't think Adasse would be to interested in the finer points of Diabetes 1 and 2.

".... you know I only understood about half that sentence." Adasse stated, eyes widening. "Glad we don't have that here."

You probably do, Kirk thought. You just don't know it. But, no sense in telling him that. It wasn't like they could treat it anyways, and he didn't want to ruin a good time.

"Yeah, me too. But let's not test the theory on Atlas, shall we?" he clicked his tongue and reached out, poking the elf on the forehead. "I'll show you where his tack and such are another day."

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