The Fire Festival....Begin!

[promittere]

Who: Errbody
What: Fire Festival!
When: 08/02 (OOCly, 08/24)
Where: Common area + beach!
Warnings: Probably a lot of CW: past trauma will be popping up! Just be sure to mind the cw / mark your subject lines!




[ OOC: what it says on the tin!

By now, every character should have at least heard about it, given the network announcement. As was promised, there will be food set up in the common area, as well as fireworks and a dunking booth. See the designated toplevels for locations, descriptions, and more! ]

Voting/Sign-ups | Spicy Contest | Fashion Show | Games/Dunking/Roasting | Effigies | Fireworks/More Food/Closing and Clean-Up

Comments

[beguiledcard]

[ He blinks when he spots Morgana... and then manages a small - albeit wry - smile. ]

Oh... hey.

[ Smile intact, he's holding it up. ]

Say hi to my dad.

Say something witty!

[meowna]

[.....That's his dad, huh? Morgana headtilts a little, but in the end, there's really only one response he can make.]

Hi to my dad!

Something witty!!

[beguiledcard]

[ Akira blinks, and then he just... starts laughing.

... A little hard, even!

Good job, Morgana. ]

[meowna]

[Look at how proud of himself he looks, what a grin! He's just gonna prance over and duck under the dad-doll's arm to hop up into Akira's lap.]

[beguiledcard]

[ He's grinning softly as he reaches down to scratch under Morgana's chin. His expression softens fondly as he goes back to finishing up the doll. ]

... Thanks for being here.

[meowna]

Of course! Someone's got to keep an eye on you, right?

[Yup, he's totally Akira's supervisor. Just here to make sure he doesn't get into trouble. That's absolutely why he's cuddled up in Akira's lap with his chin in the air to enjoy scritches.]

[beguiledcard]

[ His expression dims a bit... ]

I definitely need that now, more than ever...

[ A soft, wry smile surfaces. ]

He was the first person to ever tell me I couldn't do something - that I was clearly too stupid to get even the simplest thing right. I was ten, and I'd screwed up while washing dishes. He's the same one who yelled at me, and nearly hit me, for accidentally starting a small fire, when I was trying to bake my mom a birthday cake. I was... eleven.

Maybe that's why baking makes me a little nervous. I can still hear his voice, every time I mess up.