HAPPY NEW YEAR!

[paradisamods]

All that clamor from the lion dance prancing down the halls should be enough to draw attention to the party, even without actual invitations. If not the noise, then perhaps the delicious smell wafting under every door and leading back to the ballroom.

The castle is vain, if nothing else. It has decorated the ballroom in the deepest red and brightest gold with auspicious greetings in the common language tastefully posted about the hall. May your happiness be without end, one says, while another goes May all your wishes be fulfilled. Small order, all things considered.

Round dining tables (with the turning glass part) are set up in the middle of the hall, each with about ten chairs and piles of food fit for a whole village. There are two more lion dance teams hopping about the hall and making a racket while occasionally nabbing that dumpling straight from your chopsticks. That should the least of your concerns, however, with many residents still aiming to settle their grudges before the new year.

Watch your back.

[ ooc; IC mingle log for Lunar New Year plot, feel free to make your own threads! ]

Comments

[willrememberthat]

Yeah... that happens a lot, here. People from different times. It's still really weird to think about...

[And Clementine doesn't even know history well.]

[willrememberthat]

Any, really. Some of my friends are from twenty years in the future. And then others are from hundreds of years ago, like you. But I don't know what years exactly.

[willrememberthat]

Lucrezia and Anne. Do you know them?

[Historical people sort of flock together.]

[willrememberthat]

They're both really nice. You should talk to Anne if you get the chance.

[willrememberthat]

Anne's a queen, though. She... really acts like one. [Meaning she's sort of fucking intimidating holy shit.]

[willrememberthat]

You don't sound like you like them.

[Understatement.]

[willrememberthat]

Wh-what...? A noose? Why?

[What the fuck, guy?]

[willrememberthat]

[Don't mind her looking a little uncomfortable.]

Who are your folk?

[willrememberthat]

[Pirates shouldn't make her jaw drop, seeing as she's met knights and royalty and dragons, but... it does.]

You're... a pirate? A real pirate?

[willrememberthat]

[He's got the scars, but--]

I... I always thought a pirate would look different. With eyepatches and big hats. Or a hook for a hand.

[willrememberthat]

What about a parrot?

[She smiles, slightly. Pirates always had parrots though she wonders how accurate that really is...]

[willrememberthat]

All the pirates I've seen have a pet parrot that sits on their shoulder.

[Very knowingly she says this.]

[willrememberthat]

I don't actually know them. [People from piratey times wouldn't know about cartoons or movies. Clem has no idea how to explain.] They're not... real, I guess. I've only seen them in, um. Paintings.