MINGLE - Post-Op(era) Recovery

[pumpkinhollow]

On this night we drink to the death of Sorrow.

After the Fall of Efrain With the Prince of Sorrow's Song dead and gone, the opera dissipates, spitting its victims out on the summit of Crane's Ridge where the Dance of Celestine was held some months before. It's getting late, and there is no one yet in town to run the train. Some will brave the trip home simply for the sake of collapsing into their own beds and achieving some sense of normalcy. Others will do so with the hope of returning with help. But many others will simply say "fuck it" and camp out on the mountain, still fitted with extra firewood from the festival and the means to build temporary structures in nearby storage sheds. The journey down will be safer in the morning, and there's solidarity to be had in a cool spring night spent under the stars.

Oh, look, there's even some non-perishable food and wine from the Dance. Combined with what can be hunted or foraged, as well as snacks and drinks stolen from the concession stand, there's plenty to go around. This might even be a little bit fun! Anyone up for another game of Never Have I Ever? Maybe a little Truth or Dare? Or perhaps you just want to chat and unwind with your friends. Whatever the case may be, have fun. This is your time. After darkness, there is a dawn. At the death of Sorrow, there is joy.

Comments

[carefulinspekshun]

Hector scrunches his face thoughtfully, tongue poking out of his mouth, leaving him looking a little ridiculous. "...Mm, I can sorta see it. I ain't ever had too much inch-her-rest in traveling, though."

[staybizzy]

"But ya do like bein' the best," Capochin points out cheekily. "And you ain't never satisfied."

[carefulinspekshun]

Hector snorts, leaning more of his weight against Capochin playfully. "Maybe I got some slack for bein' am-bit-shush, who knows? I know yew think it's cute, at least."

[staybizzy]

"Oof!" Capochin laughs. "Yeah? Is it cute when you crush me to death too? Asshole?"

[carefulinspekshun]

"Shore is!" Hector grins, affectionately squeezing Capochin closer to his side for emphasis. "N' I'm da only one who can get away with it."

[staybizzy]

"We'll see about dat!" Capochin gives Hector's arm a playful nip. He's always so quick to start biting. This is a love bite, though.

[carefulinspekshun]

"Yew nasty thing! C'mere!" With a laugh, Hector abandons his empty cup, letting it tumble gently to the ground - all with the sole mission of lifting it to muss Capochin's hair.

[staybizzy]

"AAAAUGH NOOOO---" Capochin wriggles vainly, not actually making a real effort to escape. "MY HAIR!"

[carefulinspekshun]

"Now yew're a mess! How about dat?" Hector teases, releasing him at last and sticking his tongue out. "That'll teach ya!"