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: Music and Dancing

[thewidewideworld]

It is a heady, wondrous feeling, to be swept along by the sheer joy of it. And Sinric lets himself be overwhelmed.

His eyes shine with laughter and pleasure as he feels himself pulled into Yrael orbit. Drawn in by the power of him. His skin shimmers with gold at the little kiss, feeling hid blood sing.

Re: Music and Dancing

[mogget_cat]

Yrael's laughter is the infectious kind, by design, his smile inviting. If any revelers they pass seem to be in poor spirits, he spends attention and time on them, cheering them, coaxing them back into the flow of the crowd, his voice and smile and attention lifting them back into a buoyant gladness uncluttered by complications. Mardi Gras is for setting worries aside. To eat, and drink, and be merry in spite of the world seeking to crush one's spirit. Yrael is a presence in the crowd, both source and enabler of the heady joy of submission to the noise and light and movement of the moment, free of worries for as long as the moment can last.

He is a creature of great and terrible power, yes, but he spends that power where he wishes.

And he has found a city he loves.

Yrael twirls Sinric as he returns to the dance, grinning. He has lost his golden mask at some point, and his white hair is mussed. It seems that some of the lipstick-wearing members of the crowd have decided that their game of choice is to see who can get close enough to add some color to the invitingly blank canvas that is Yrael's pale skin. His face is decorated with occasional kiss-marks in shades of pink and red, brown and deep purple.

Re: Music and Dancing

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric's lips are green, dusted with gold. He curls an inviting finger at Yrael. "Let me thank you for this day?"

Re: Music and Dancing

[mogget_cat]

Curiosity may have killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back.

"Whatever you wish," Yrael raises an intrigued eyebrow, smiling and willing to follow where Sinric leads. At the same time, he wants it to be clear that no thanks are necessary. Only what Sinric wants. "If Mardi Gras has been as much a time of pleasure and joy as it is meant to be, I am sincerely glad."

Re: Music and Dancing

[thewidewideworld]

He takes Yrael's hand, leading him into a corner, into a shadow. He runs his nimble, delicate hands up Yrael's chest, drawing his shirt and waistcoat open.

With a warm smile and shimmer of gold, he presses a kiss to the hallow of Yrael's throat. His own magic - human, warm and sensual, rises to the envelop them both like a shower of glitter. He pours his appreciation into it, his love of the party, his joy at being free to enjoy it. A wave of shared pleasure.