♈ Aradia: ERMAHGERD GHOST PARTY.

[psych0p0mps]

Who: Aradia and YOU!
What: Día de los Muertos party!
When: Nov 1 and 2, afternoon/evening
Where: Nov 1: Castle Graveyard. Nov 2: Wanderers' Yard.
Rating: ???

[It took quite a bit of work on short notice, but the castle cemetery has undergone a remarkable transformation this evening. Every grave is decked out in brightly colored flowers, especially marigolds. As night falls, the place will start to glow by candlelight as well. There's a primary table with food laid out, where you can put your potluck dishes, and another small one with some craft supplies. The music playing is upbeat, like it's encouraging you to dance! This is meant to be a happy occasion, after all.]

[SECTIONS: FOODS | CRAFTS / FACE PAINTING | MINGLING | NOV 2 - WANDERERS' YARD. Will be in and out (mostly out) tonight due to work but yeah tag around!]

Comments

[persequor]

[ Alice doesn't mind staring, does she? Because that's what Arya is doing. ]

Have you done this before?

[nihilo]

[ Alice wants all the staring, even if she doesn't appear to, giving most of her attention to painting her face and not a single glance to the girl. ]

Done what, exactly?

[persequor]

This. The celebration.

[ Nymeria snuffles closer. Arya grabs a handful of fur to keep her away from the woman. She doesn't feel like having yet another person panic and try to attack Nymeria. ]

[nihilo]

[ She does stop her painting when the wolf approaches, watching it with some interest before turning back to the mirror to finish up her make up. ]

The Day of the Dead. Quaint, really. I only like this part.

[persequor]

You're from Earth, then?

[nihilo]

[ There, done. She smirks at her own reflection before finally giving Arya her full attention, placing one finger on her lips. ]

I don't want to be. Don't tell anyone else.

[persequor]

[ Arya laughs. ]

I shan't.

[nihilo]

[ Alice straightens up and smiles most sweetly. ]

So. Where are you from?

[persequor]

The Seven Kingdoms of Westeros.

[nihilo]

[ She shrugs. ]

Not Earth. I'd ask which stars you call the sun and which the moon but I suppose we would have different names for them.

[persequor]

The Moon is not a star.

[nihilo]

And the Sun is?

[persequor]

The Sun.

[nihilo]

What's this sun like?

[persequor]

Yellow. Rises in the east and sets in the west. It's hotter in the south.

[nihilo]

[ She laughs, and stands up to admire herself in the mirror once more before beginning to walk away. ]

Do you have a name for the planet you reside on? The world?

[persequor]

[ Following. ]

I come from Westeros.

[nihilo]

Lovely name.

[ She saunters to the food table, picking at the display. ]

[persequor]

Where on Earth do you come from?

[nihilo]

London. The former centre of the world. It has aged gracefully, I should add.

[persequor]

Why the former?

[nihilo]

The wheels keep turning.

[persequor]

That's true everywhere.

[nihilo]

Aren't you the observant one?

[persequor]

[ Shrug. ]