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: Exploring the French Quarter

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric cocks his head, searching his memory for the young man's name. "Enjolras?" He gestures to Enjolras's table. "May I join?"

His French is archaic and exotic but, for the most part, understandable. At least to a native speaker. To the Creole speakers of the city he has had to use more English than Frankish.

{ooc: let's play with language! What not. It'll be fun when they get the words wrong.}

Re: Exploring the French Quarter

[pro_patria_mortuus]

What is he wearing? Well, it's Carnival. Evidently he's more aggressively artistically inclined than Enjolras had realized. Well, okay, have fun with that, Sinric! Enjolras is generally bemused by that kind of thing, but he doesn't judge.

"Of course," he says, with a welcoming gesture.

Sinric's French is archaic, heavily accented with what might be centuries and regions rather than any foreignness (though of course it might be that too, for all Enjolras knows); it's comprehensible, though.

"You speak French? I'm glad. I'm much better at reading Latin and Greek than speaking them, I'm afraid. But I'd be happy to try if it's easier for you."

Re: Exploring the French Quarter

[thewidewideworld]

He removes the fan section from his behind to allow him to sit more comfortingly and comes over to join him. "I speak Frankish." He confesses, smiling warmly. "But I'm learning the French of this time as I go."

"Are you enjoying the festival?"

Re: Exploring the French Quarter

[pro_patria_mortuus]

Okay, that much was pretty clear! Either he's getting used to the accent, or those were just relatively unchanged words. (It's more the latter, because the mun thinks it'll be funny to make him struggle with Latin soon. Sorry, Enjolras.)

"The French of this region is quite differently accented. I'm still adjusting to it myself."

Certainly mutually comprehensible, and all, but... there's some speaking slowly going on.

To the question -- well. "I'm not much for festivals," he admits, wry and self-deprecating. He's not embarrassed, but he's well aware that the vast majority of humanity sees what he's missing here. "But I'm very much enjoying the city."

And that is utterly and openly sincere.

Re: Exploring the French Quarter

[thewidewideworld]

"The accent is very different, and spoke so quickly." He smiles disarmingly. "I find myself feeling a fool."

"I love it." He smiles, arms stretched to take in the city. "All of it. The festival, the city. The history and the wildness." He shrugs. "And I've needed a night to shed my worries and dance."