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: Exploring the French Quarter

[pro_patria_mortuus]

And Feuilly would be Enjolras's first choice to see another country with, alive or dead, so that works out! Especially since they're both inclined to skip the wild (really excessively naked) carnival that Bahorel instantly and gleefully disappeared into, and instead make for the neighborhoods where they can, for example, stare into bookstore windows.

And look: all those flimsy, crisp, shiny futuristic books that the Milliways library often gives out, in their natural environment. In the displays that people make, living shopkeepers trying to attract customers, trying to attract and interest readers and show them something new. And between the books and the street, huge windows, incredibly smooth and clear, almost as if they weren't even there, like the windows of a Milliways room writ huge.

Enjolras comes to stand at Feuilly's elbow, looking in with him at the strangeness and the bounty. Reflected in the shop window are the forms of passersby, going about their lives, leaving each other to their own business in the way of city-dwellers.

Re: Exploring the French Quarter

[tu_vas_triompher]

Yeah, Feuilly's seen his share of naked parties (thanks Bahorel) but this is more his speed.

He realizes after a minute that he's pressed up against the glass like a little kid, forehead leaving a mark, and turns a little pink as he laughs and straightens up. "Even with the Library to let us read every book there is, it's still--" He shrugs and gestures. It's still a powerful draw, a book store.

A look around shows two things: used and antique books in the other side of the shop, as well as the crisp shiny new ones, and an open door. "Do you want to go in?"

Re: Exploring the French Quarter

[pro_patria_mortuus]

Enjolras hadn't noticed either, until Feuilly straightened up and went pink, but when he does he has to grin, a quick flash of amusement at them both. They are staring like kids before a tray of sweets -- but then, why not? A display like this, of a small section of humanity's collected knowledge, and a section of the real up-to-the-minute live of a city, it's a treasure well worth some stares.

"Sure, let's."

Why not?