Milli-timed to Tuesday the 28th - New Orleans Mardi Gras

[mogget_cat]

The bar room of Milliways is always full of sound - the clatter of dishes and clink of glasses, chairs being scooted back or further in, footsteps upon the floor, rats squeaking, the background murmur of conversations overlapping one another.

But tonight the main door to the bar opens to the mouth of an city alleyway, to a caucophony of noise and music, full of seething crowds and colorful parade floats, the smells of food and sweat and smoke and beer and those colorful fruity drinks sold in yard-long plastic glasses with umbrellas in them. Mardi Gras is in full swing and New Orleans has outdone itself this time.

Yrael enters, trailing laughter from a section of the crowd on the other side. His white hair is decorated with purple, gold and green feathers, his pale face partially hidden by a sharp, glittery cat mask of gold, behind which his green eyes are bright. Over his white shirt this evening he wears a shiny waistcoat of purple, gold, green, and black. It's clearly party time, big time, show time -

"And then some!" he grins, seeing Milliways. "Fat Tuesday is upon us, Milliways! Welcome to Mardi Gras! Come, dance, explore! Laissez les bons temps rouler!"

Yrael will make sure the door stays open for any party-goer who would like to partake in the joie de vivre, and the Bar can certainly provide a change of costume...



(ooc: The post will be open all weekend and into next week as needed! Usual party-thread guidelines apply! Tag in! Threadhop! Meet new people and get into trouble! :D Yrael will be around, but his mun will not be able to tag much until Monday evening. <333333)

Comments

Re: Music and Dancing

[scourgeofpiracy]

There was a time James' idea of dancing was very sedate and proper.

That was then. This is now, and he's spent time in Tortuga.

He joins the crowd with gusto.

[have_no_mercy]

Tess has now had bordering on several drinks and has started edging toward the dancing crowd. Not that she thinks she's ready to join, but somehow not being alone feels a little better at the moment.

[scourgeofpiracy]

James grins at her as he sees her approach, extending a hand (but he'll drop it, unoffended, if it's not taken in a second or two).

"Good evening."

[have_no_mercy]

What's this? A handsome stranger?

She smiles back and takes his hand.

"Good evening yourself."

[scourgeofpiracy]

He bows over her hand, the height of his era's politeness.

"Are you enjoying the celebrations?"

[have_no_mercy]

Well, that's... new. But sweet.

"I might be now."

[scourgeofpiracy]

He smiles at that.

"Well, good! My name is James and I'm pleased to meet you."

[have_no_mercy]

"Pleased to meet you, too."

She shakes his hand.

"I'm Tess. Have you done this before?"

[scourgeofpiracy]

"Visited another world? Not for quite a long time, and it was not at all like this."

[have_no_mercy]

She meant Mardi Gras, but this is far more interesting.

"Visiting other worlds? How ever do you do that?"

[scourgeofpiracy]

It's at this point he realizes she might not actually be from Milliways, but recovers quickly.

"Metaphorically. This might as well be a different world to the one I'm used to."

[have_no_mercy]

She hadn't expected him to be.

There's a careful look over of him before she replies.

"It's definitely its own unique little place. What kind of world are you used to?"

[scourgeofpiracy]

"I'm a sailor by trade", he tells her. "So, by and large, my world has been a ship and the open ocean."

[have_no_mercy]

"That sounds almost like heaven."

[scourgeofpiracy]

"It suits me well enough." He smiles. "Though I know not everyone takes so well to the sea."

[have_no_mercy]

"No, they don't."

She smiles back.

"I do. Or I did. I mean, I don't know that I could live on a boat."

[scourgeofpiracy]

"The bigger the ship, the easier it tends to be." Obviously. "But you've sailed short journeys?"

[have_no_mercy]

She nods.

"I have. But I had a run in with pirates. It's sort of taken the shine off."

[scourgeofpiracy]

"Ah." He nods, the smile turning crookedly sympathetic. "It will do that. I trust you didn't suffer too greatly?"

[have_no_mercy]

"I survived."

It appears that's as much as she'll say on the matter.

"What's been your favourite place to port?"

[scourgeofpiracy]

And that alone says rather a lot. He lets her change the subject.

"Every port has its charms - but I admit a fondness for St Kitts."

[have_no_mercy]

Which she appreciates.

"I haven't been there, but if it's warm and beachy I'll give it a try."

[scourgeofpiracy]

"It is indeed", he says with a smile. "One of the benefits of the Caribbean - the occasional storm aside, the weather is always beautiful."

[have_no_mercy]

"One of the many bonuses."

She glances up at him.

"Why St. Kitts?"

[scourgeofpiracy]

He shrugs slightly.

"I suppose I've just spent the most time there. The people are friendly and it's a good place to reprovision."