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

[cozen]

"Because," Bastien says—the sort of because that drags out and trails off, like becaaaaaause, as if he did intend to actually attach an explanation after it. But the explanation is not forthcoming. He's looking at the young man's antlers with evaluative focus, instead, before lifting his long string of shining fake jewelry to drape it around the points with one decisive motion.

So that was why.

He gives his handiwork a pleased smile, then adjusts its angle to smile at the face beneath the antlers.

"Now you sparkle."

[helpinghidinghaunting]

While he doesn't quite understand what is happening, the young ghost stands very still as he is decorated - in point of fact, he crouches slightly, giving the stranger better access. Once it is done, he blinks at Bastien, unable to see himself, but imagining what it might look like.

He smiles back, sweet and small and sad.

"...Thank you." The jewelry glimmers in the light as he tilts his head a little to one side, looking particularly like a curious animal in the makeup he is wearing.

"We have not met."