+ Somewhere a Grandiose Carnival Was Going on in the Sky +

[vitaelamorte]

Who: Everyone!
Where: The grounds of the Mansion
When: March 9-16
Rating: PG-13 (warn if you go higher)
Summary: The Red Queen has thrown a carnival for everyone!
The Story:


From Friday, March 9, through Friday, March 16, the gardens and grounds of the Mansion will be a sprawling a carnival. The masked, unspeaking vendors will be selling trinkets and running free game booths. Carnival rides, exhibits, and foods represent all of the various cultures of those currently residing in the Mansion.


Of particular note, and perhaps incongruously, everything is decorated with red hearts.

Use this log for any and all of your carnival needs!

Comments

[spycurious]

[The mention of coronations doesn't earn any scorn, and his amusement at her description of holiday revelry diminishes none.]

Now that reminds me of celebrating it at Yale. [There's a little twinkle in his eye, but he won't elaborate further. Instead:] You know, I've always wanted to see firsthand what a coronation was like. I'll see a handful of presidential inaugurations in my future, which I greatly anticipate, but I'm sure they're not nearly the same.

[mucked]

It's a lot of bunting.

[ she starts in sarcastic -- but, as the words progress, her earnest affection for her countrymen bleeds through. ]

The whole street assembles. Flags and decorations and everyone's pulled out these long tables down the road, setting them end-to-end and filling them with food. That is, I've certainly never been in to see the ceremony itself. [ a hitch of her smile. ] But the boroughs buzz with it.

[spycurious]

[The look of imagination is written on his features as he tries his hardest to imagine this far off time and place. A sense of nostalgia for a where and when he's never been warms him considerably.

Ben suddenly, inexplicably feels as though this isn't something she's told everyone; nor does it seem like a particular secret. She seems amicably tight-lipped and well put together, and both qualities are the kind he admires.]

The job may never be done, but here's to peace and festivities here and at home. [He raises another piece of dough in lieu of a drink.] For all that they're worth.