SATINALIA 2: ELECTRIC BOOGALOO.

[deuselfmachina]

WHO: All
WHAT: A second crack at celebrating Satinalia, because we deserve nice things.
WHEN: Mid-Firstfall
WHERE: The Gallows, in the gardens.
NOTES: n/a

It's twilight when Second Satinalia is in its fullest swing. The weather is unseasonably warm, and so they've made use of the gardens as the site for partying. Carefully placed lanterns shine through the odd tree or hover over bushes that have since lost their flowers.

However, decoration makes up for the lack of springtime flora. The space is decorated in shining garlands of gold and silver ribbons, paper flowers, and hanging ornamentations that flip between moons and suns. (If they look a little used, it's because these are second-hand decorations from slightly more affluent Satinalia parties been and gone, borrowed or donated.) There is also a firepit, providing a source of warmth and light.

In the invitations that went out, everyone was encouraged to come in costume as they'd intended to, but noted that for those whom their costumes were ruined or they would simply like to wear something different, there will be masks available, along with some costume pieces—fake jewelry, big hats, faux-velvet and harlequin coats, and so on, though they must be given back, s'il vous plaît. Florent will also offer his abilities in face painting and makeup prior to the party beginning, and will talk you into going spooky in case more skeletons come and they need to blend in to throw them off. (He can be found with his own stylish paintwork, a skeletal design in silver and white and grey.)

Everyone has also been invited to bring along some food and drink if they have it, as their budget is run a bit thin, but there will definitely be enough wine to go around, and some fruits and sweet pastries purchased from the market that day all offered on a table.

There is some music, a few local musicians (who have been promised, variously, tickets to shows, or work opportunities with certain prominent Orlesian playhouses, which may or may not be legitimate) set up with a fiddle, some percussion instruments, something that resembles a very elaborate xylophone, all playing a diverse array of up tempo tunes that allow for a bit of dancing in the more open area of the garden, but otherwise suffuses the shadows and fractured conversations with pleasant noise.

Drink, be merry, don't kill anyone.

Comments

[arkitect]

"Some things are, indeed," he says, with a detached sort of amusement in his tone that he definitely doesn't bother to explain. He's one of those things himself, technically, but he's hardly going to go and point it out to anyone who doesn't know that yet.

"But yes, something along those lines. Fortunately, I'm a fairly quick study when it comes to such things; fluency, however, is never as fast to gain as one would like."

[rebellionyell]

"And some things fly under the radar," Maybe there's some leniency, there would have to be considering the personalities involved. Limiting the ability to independently research would probably go down about as well as swallowing a hot coal. At least he would probably have something to say if his own autonomy was infringed on beyond reason.

"Do what you're good at is a pretty good rule to live by," Dante wasn't an academic, he wasn't an idiot, but his cerebral skills were better put to use elsewhere. Sitting with his nose in a book for too long would only make him antsy.

[arkitect]

"So it is."

That comes with a considering hum, a slight pause while he takes a moment to look Dante over once more-- with a more piercing gaze this time, more focused. Analytical.

"And what would you say it is that you are good at, then?"

[rebellionyell]

Dante could tell when he was being sized up so he held his arms out to the side, a gesture that invited the scrutiny while the other man attempted to figure him out.

"Me? Nothing nearly as impressive as learning different languages. I'm built for hitting things...hard," an accurate and honest assessment of himself, but he wore a thoughtful expression as if weighing what else he was good at, "I have a small talent for music and dance as well."

[arkitect]

"Do you, now? Well, then I suppose you are hardly out of place, at an event such as this."

The man certainly looks the type, for his given skillset, but any talent with the arts-- that's a little less expected. Any other time, he might ask him to prove it... but even with that claim made, he doesn't offer, seemingly content enough to do without for now.

[rebellionyell]

"I don't know about that; I think my skillset might not be on brand for this kind of party."

The instruments he played and the dances he knew were a little less...folksy maybe? Not that this wasn't charming, but it was entirely different. Regardless the assessment wasn't completely off, Dante's appreciation for things like music and dance did seem to be at odds with what he looked like he was built for.