Arts Amongst the Chaos

[iceheart_imperial]

WHO: Ysanne Isard, Artists of all varieties, and the people who love them/their art? (In short, everyone is invited)
WHERE: A Park in Heropa.
WHEN: Afternoon/Evening
WHAT: In defiance of current events, a planned arts fair is held. If you need help with a robot double, there's some convenient Stormtroopers...err, trainees...nearby to assist...
WARNINGS: Added as needed



The park sparkled, the open tents surrounded by strings of fairy lights. She'd gotten someone in for this one, as such aesthetics were beyond her. But it fit well, all things said and done. As the evening drew on, she knew, the place would take on a lovely sparkle. All the better, given events.

Her Stormtroopers were on hand, of course, though neither she nor they would ever call themselves that. Officially, they were 'on loan' as a 'courtesy' for additional security. They would identify by their American names and ranks, not by an Imperial number. And, at her insistence, they only carried non-lethals. Stun batons, firmly holstered at their sides. It was the best possible balance between security and openness she could manage.

The tents were arrayed by themes, based on those who had come. One for potteries and housewares, another for paintings and prints, still another for musicians on small stages, hawking their sounds. There was room for a miscellany, too, she had seen to it. Each one carefully chosen, come the end.

The large center tent had refreshments and food - freely offered, in both cases. This night was a considerable cost, but every credit...sorry, dollar...was worth it. Given circumstances, alcohol was not on offer beyond a few ales and other lighter choices. But there was also a larger stage and a potential dance floor, catering to all tastes tonight. Throughout the afternoon and evening, different acts would take the stage, covering a wide array of talent.

It was a defiance of chaos, and yet another symbol of her dedication to her cause. But it was designed to put her aside, to place others in the spotlight. And so it continued, well into the night.

Comments

[verunandesu]

"What sort of things did they figure out?" Sypha asks.

She's no innocent, but she also really doesn't pick up on these sorts of innuendo speech patterns. It's an honest question.

"Oh, there can be more people?" Sypha ponders. She supposes that by that definition, perhaps she and Trevor and Alucard had been having sleepovers in the castle before she and Trevor left. Sans the comfy pajamas, though. And double chocolate fudge things with cookie dough.

[batgirl_babs]

Oh, right right, Past Lady. Things were unspoken then.

"Oh, that they were, y'know, into other ladies." She held up two hands coming together, a vague but illustrative metaphor. "It can be hard sometimes to figure that stuff out, so I was always glad when a sleepover or a party or whatever shook that stuff loose for them."

"But yeah, there can be, if you want. I'm not sure what the limit is before it stops being one, though. Probably if you have more people than can fit in the various beds or futons or whatever."

[verunandesu]

Sypha has never really stopped to question how one figured out that one was in to the same sex or opposite sex. It just sort of... was a default attitude. So she listens to Barbara, fascinated. She knows the Church was very very against men having relations with one another, but the corollary of women having relationships with each other did not seem to have really occurred to them.

"How many people would you say comprises a sleepover arrangement?"

[batgirl_babs]

Funny how an entrenched misogynistic order that tried desperately to suppress women wouldn't have gotten around to that. But her little Protestant heart is kind of a sarcastic one, so.

"Oh, um...two to four? Good balance there. Of course, I'm guessing."

[verunandesu]

"Your guess is a better metric than mine," Sypha replies diplomatically.

"Let us plan to a movie night and sleepover, then, and you can bring the chocolate fudge thing." She smiles warmly. It would be good to have a companion to share sleeping space with again. Roommates were all well and good, but Sypha misses the closeness of a sleeping room full of Speakers, even a nap in the presence of two wakeful idiots friends.

[batgirl_babs]

"Done. It is a formal plan," she replied, with a prim nod.

"Geez, things move fast here," she added, with a lopsided grin. "Can't say I mind...no wasted time."

[verunandesu]

"I have a shift tomorrow morning," Sypha says apologetically. "I am still new, and I would not like to be truant or garner a reputation for lateness. I admit that when I first began work here, I did not quite understand what an alarm clock was, or how very time-bound everything is in this world."

Thankfully, the head librarian was used to imPorts and found the cause of her lateness to be fascinating, as opposed to the lateness itself problematic. Still. It had taken a while for Sypha to get used to a "morning routine" on the days when she had an early shift.

[batgirl_babs]

"Oh, geez, I should zip my yap, then!"

She stood up, reaching for her bags.

"But it was a real pleasure to meet you."

[verunandesu]

"I do not mean to be rude," says Sypha, who has no real idea what a yap or even a zip is, but gets from Barbara's tone that the girl has interpreted her words as brusque. Probably?

"It was a pleasure to meet you as well, Barbara. I look forward to talking with you more. And to watching movies with you!" Sypha smiles earnestly, and also rises.

This world is certainly strange, but if it has people like Barbara in it, then it is not all bad.

[batgirl_babs]

She gives her a little wave, starting to head away.

"It really was, and me too!"

Well, that was the other half done.