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)

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Re: At the door

[scourgeofpiracy]

"Well, all things in their time", James says easily. "And Cuba Libre to begin."

Re: At the door

[cook_the_rude]

The doctor wends his way through the crowds very smoothly, and at the nearest drinks stall, he gets them a tall plastic 'glass' of a brown liquid in which pieces of lime and ice cubes are floating around.

"Here you are," he says, handing one to James.

Re: At the door

[scourgeofpiracy]

"My thanks." He takes a sip, and his eyebrows shoot up. "...potent."

Re: At the door

[cook_the_rude]

"There's rum in it," the doctor says. "And limes, so at least you get enough vitamins with your hangover."

Re: At the door

[scourgeofpiracy]

"No one will be developing scurvy around here", he says with approval.

Re: At the door

[cook_the_rude]

The doctor actually laughs. "Definitely not," he says. "Look at all the fruit in all the drinks -- positively healthy! Even though they don't help much on that lady's hat. But fruit it is."

Re: At the door

[scourgeofpiracy]

James chuckles.

"I suppose the fruit on the hat might be eaten, in desperation."

Re: At the door

[cook_the_rude]

"In case of a mass outbreak of the munchies," the doctor says, mock-gravely.

Re: At the door

[scourgeofpiracy]

"...is that some future disease?"

Re: At the door

[cook_the_rude]

"I could say 'yes' and cause some hilarious confusion up the time stream," the doctor says, grinning. "But no, it is a slang expression for the sudden peak of appetite that notoriously hits people intoxicated with marijuana."

Re: At the door

[scourgeofpiracy]

"I don't think I know that drug." He didn't get to the Americas in his lifetime. "It sounds a rather awkward side effect."

Re: At the door

[cook_the_rude]

"It's usually ingested by smoking, and makes people very mellow," the doctor says. "And giggly. And hungry. Which can lead to some culinary aberrations at three in the morning, hilarious in hindsight."

Re: At the door

[scourgeofpiracy]

"I suppose it would", he agrees. "With whatever foodstuffs came to hand at the time."

Re: At the door

[cook_the_rude]

"Cold fish fingers and custard," Dr. Lecter says, gravely.

Re: At the door

[scourgeofpiracy]

James thinks about that for a moment and makes a face.

"That would make me regret trying it, I think."

Re: At the door

[cook_the_rude]

"Well, you might end up with something civilised, cold cuts in open sandwiches with lots of cucumber," the doctor says. "On the other hand, day-old donuts, and nutella straight from the jar. That is a terribly sweet and sticky chocolate and hazelnut paste. It really depends what's easiest to grab in your fridge. Or other food storage."

Re: At the door

[scourgeofpiracy]

He nods. "It would be a matter of luck."

Re: At the door

[cook_the_rude]

"Hence, not to be recommended," the doctor concludes. "Let's stick to alcohol."

Re: At the door

[scourgeofpiracy]

"Much for the best", James agrees. "Do you have any favourite places, in this town?"

Re: At the door

[cook_the_rude]

"The club where Yrael tends to perform," Dr. Lecter says at once. "I'm sure they'll put on some special live performances for Mardi Gras."

Re: At the door

[scourgeofpiracy]

"And what type of music is performed there?"

Re: At the door

[cook_the_rude]

"It's called jazz," Dr. Lecter says, "and is basically African inspired music on European instruments."

Re: At the door

[scourgeofpiracy]

"It was brought here by those used to such music?" he guesses.

Re: At the door

[cook_the_rude]

"In your time," Dr. Lecter says, "black people were already being abducted from Africa and sold as forced, unpaid labour on an industrial scale. All these people brought with them disparate cultures and traditions which they tried to keep alive, somehow, by mixing and hiding them, and making them seem harmless to their white oppressors. In population centres such as New Orleans, that state of cultural emergency brought forth something unique, vivid, strong and infinitely creative and compelling -- a culture that kept fascinating even the white settlers, generation after generation. Ragtime in the late 19th century grew into jazz in the 20th, and finally hip-hop in the 21st. New Orleans, however, still sticks to the traditions and innovations of jazz."

Re: At the door

[scourgeofpiracy]

"Yes, I knew the first part." He never liked it very much, but couldn't do a lot when it was legal. "I suppose allowing them to have something they enjoyed might have been considered a way to prevent them rising up."