The First Winter Festival at Falner, 2063 | September 5 to September 12

[clayce]

WHO: Open to All!
WHAT: Netsach has decided to lighten the mood within Falner Estate by holding two Winter Festivals this year. This one will be the first: might as well take advantage of the climate, eh?
WHERE: South District, the Falner Estate
WHEN: From the morning of September 5 all the way until the unholy hours of September 12
SAFE FOR WORK? Probably? Will be updated if that changes.
OTHER NOTES:
+ Always make sure to put the date and time of your interaction in the subject field of your comments.
+ Open threads are welcome; just put a note down in the subject field of your comment, together with the date and rough timeframe.
+ NPCs are available for bugging, so just let me know if you want somebody in particular?




[Yes, it isn't supposed to be winter yet.

This is how Netsach will show that they no longer give a shit.]

Comments

[bostova]

SENT: 7:23 AM
Yes, see you soon.

[ 'Soon' being about 30 minutes later, which is when she arrives at the Regardi residence. ]

[thebrandybunch]

[Which is cool by them, since they are used to waiting. You'll find them right on the front porch once you've been escorted through the gates.]

Morning!

[The Brands are 24/7 People. Any day, any hour, they always seem to be exactly the same.]

[bostova]

[ She sees them on the porch and she quickens her step and practically hops in front of them, smiling. (Interesting.) ]

Good morning. [ And the smile fades into something more... questioning, unsure. ] Please don't tell me that you have been waiting out here since our last exchange.

[thebrandybunch]

We have been, but it's cool!

[Saxon.]

There's nothing to do anyway. Food's not quite ready yet.

[Breton.]

Should be done by now, though.

[bostova]

Sorry I took so long, then. [ She'll hop on the porch to stand next to them, now. ] Shall we have breakfast, now?

[thebrandybunch]

Okay!

[Now you're going to have these two overeager puppies leading you inside. A number of the other Thrones are already in, Gabriel, Thomas, and 108 included. Heck, you'll even see Dove...

It's kinda-sorta first thing in the morning, though, so nope, you don't have to be social. Heck, the Brands just gave a general greeting before fussing over you, and getting you settled.

By the way, that's a lot of food on that table.]

[bostova]

[ She's polite when acknowledging and greeting the others, but mostly she hides behind the Brands. Yeah, she's using them as a social shield, just in case, and letting them lead her around.

Because let's face it, she's only here for Saxon and Breton, and breakfast. ]

[thebrandybunch]

[It's a good thing, then, that their siblings, older and younger, seem to understand this and generally leave you alone.

Granted, that means that these two fuss over you. Apparently, one of the ways that they show their love is by trying to feed you... well... everything.]

Want more?

[Breton, in an attempt to give you a third serving of Everything.

Saxon has nothing to say. He's going on his fifth plate.]

[bostova]

[ See, if this was a visual novel, there would be three choices:

A. Politely decline and ask for more coffee instead.
B. Say yes, and accept the food. All the food. There's so much food, why waste it?
C. Shove that plate in Breton's face for attempting to make her fat.

Except this isn't a visual novel, and that third option is rude. But Yulia is also rude, and without filters, and still somewhat hungry even after two full plates of eggs, bacon, ham, bread, and a million kinds of sausage. Which is why Yulia sweetly smiles at Breton, eyes dangerously narrowed, handing him her empty plate. ]

If my waistline gains even a centimeter after this, I am going to rip your throat out.

I'd like to have more coffee, too.

[ She went for the fourth option, All of the above. Or a variation of it, anyway. ]

[thebrandybunch]

Okay!

[Heh. Piling stuff on for you on Breton's end.

And this is from Saxon, right after he swallows:]

I'm pretty sure you won't gain anything, Yulia-chan, because you're always trying to rip our throats out!

[bostova]

I know, [ she shrugs, looking at Saxon. ] I was just saying. [ Tough love, that's how she works. You know this.

And then, to Breton, with a little pout, ] No, put that back, I want the other sausage.

[thebrandybunch]

[Breton's laughing of course, as he's giving you what you want - and eating what you didn't take for himself. Bladian appetite, mm-hm.

In the meantime, from Saxon:]

Here's the coffee~~~

[bostova]

Thank you!

[ Fucking appetite, really. The first time she discovered how much she could eat after being a Bladian, she felt a little disgusted at herself. She has never eaten so much before. At least, if Taning was around with her when she was eating, she didn't feel too bad.

And, well, Saxon and Breton, too. She can be as disgusting as she'd like and they don't judge.

And for the record? She's enjoying breakfast with the Brands more than breakfast with the Hounds. ]

...Is it always like this, here?

[thebrandybunch]

Pretty much! Sometimes shit explodes.

[Saxon does not seem bothered by this.]

And sometimes, there are food fights. When the older guys like us aren't around.

[That is Breton.]

[bostova]

...

[ Yeah... yeah, they wouldn't be bothered by that. Yulia is only slightly taken aback because--

Oh, well, it makes sense that nothing (too) horrible happens when the Adults^TM are around. Thanks for the clarification, Breton. ]

How lively. [ She really has nothing else to say about that, so she'll... finish her food. And her coffee. ]

[thebrandybunch]

[They're okay with this because less talking means more eating!!!

When everyone's done, though, they're dragging you off to the balcony for smokes and talk.]

So!

[You had something for them? :D]

[bostova]

[ Ah, right. She had a reason for coming out here. ]

So, I have something for you. [ She'll keep her cigarettes between her lips while she fishes for the two dervish bracelets in her pockets so she could hand it to them. And they had better fucking like it. ]

[thebrandybunch]

[Oh, they love it. You'll see it in the way they look at the bracelets, then look back at you, and then both take turns to hug you tight.]

Thanks. That's really sweet of you.

[Saying that together. But then, from Breton:]

We have something for you too!

[And here is Saxon, pulling out a carefully wrapped box.]

[bostova]

Oh-- Thank you.

[ She's definitely surprised. And curious. But mostly surprised; she already isn't used to giving gifts, she's also not very used to receiving them.

She gives them a big grin, though, and a kiss on the cheek each before taking the box, which she will carefully, very carefully unwrap. ]

[thebrandybunch]

[There are several Japanese combs and hairpins in there, and they look like they were handmade from dervish parts. They're also rather pretty.

Yes, the boys look Very Proud of themselves.]

Do you like it, do you like it?

[bostova]

[ Give her a moment, she's too busy admiring the pretty combs. And also wondering how the hell to wear them-- she's never worn them! Or, well, she's never worn them on her own. The last time she had anything remotely close to these pins and combs was months ago at Seigi, and Hikaru was the one who--!

She needs to learn how to put these on. ]

I love them, they're beautiful. [ She looks up at Saxon and Breton with the biggest smile she could muster-- and she really, really does love them. ] Thank you.

[thebrandybunch]

Thank you too, sister!

[They're both grinning as they're putting those bracelets on. Hee, they rarely get stuff like this, so...

Right. From Saxon:]

So, whatcha wanna do today?

[bostova]

[ She puts the comb she was holding (and admiring) back in the box, closes it, and hugs the box close.

And to answer, Yulia shrugs. ]

I don't really have plans for today. I've already seen everything at the Festival, and nothing really interests me. [ Not anymore, at least.

She rubs the back of her neck, and... remembers the chain she's wearing, and the key that hangs on it. She smiles and pulls it out. ]

I have this, though.

[thebrandybunch]

[Oho.]

We should go. Saxon and I aren't doing anything.

[Breton, of course, with a smile.]

[bostova]

You did promise! [ She might have been a little drunk, that time, but she remembers them saying they would drop anything they were doing and go with her, when she wanted.

But look, she's so delighted. ]