Surely they must have jobs they tend to. Lives. Day to day activities that are interrupted by these constant festivals, and yet no one ever seems inconvenienced. It would drive her mad if she lived here, but luckily, Rosalind is only a visitor, and so can observe it all with a snobbish and amused air.
God only knows what they're meant to be celebrating this week; the moon or the stars or simply still being alive, but what it boils down to a deliberate excess of everything. Drugs and alcohol flow freely, passed out in little cups and colorful tabs. She's already had to decline twice, but now that she's entered a bar and gotten herself a whiskey people seem content to leave her be.
Sex is rampant as well, but that's little surprise. Something's in the air tonight, something that leaves everyone heated and reaching for one another. It's hardly the first time Rosalind's experienced something like this in Wyver, but it still leaves her squirming, pressing her legs tight together and ignoring the ache there.
She won't throw herself at a stranger. But she might amiable towards spending the evening with a friend, and perhaps she will, once this is over with. Perhaps she'll call one of her gentleman callers, or--
Oh. Oh, hello, and she turns, eyes focusing on the man who just walked in. She knows that man, that's--]
Jamie!
[She calls it out, pleased to see him here. She's not the only one who travels between cities, but she is in the minority there. It's nice to see a friend from Olympia here.]
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Surely they must have jobs they tend to. Lives. Day to day activities that are interrupted by these constant festivals, and yet no one ever seems inconvenienced. It would drive her mad if she lived here, but luckily, Rosalind is only a visitor, and so can observe it all with a snobbish and amused air.
God only knows what they're meant to be celebrating this week; the moon or the stars or simply still being alive, but what it boils down to a deliberate excess of everything. Drugs and alcohol flow freely, passed out in little cups and colorful tabs. She's already had to decline twice, but now that she's entered a bar and gotten herself a whiskey people seem content to leave her be.
Sex is rampant as well, but that's little surprise. Something's in the air tonight, something that leaves everyone heated and reaching for one another. It's hardly the first time Rosalind's experienced something like this in Wyver, but it still leaves her squirming, pressing her legs tight together and ignoring the ache there.
She won't throw herself at a stranger. But she might amiable towards spending the evening with a friend, and perhaps she will, once this is over with. Perhaps she'll call one of her gentleman callers, or--
Oh. Oh, hello, and she turns, eyes focusing on the man who just walked in. She knows that man, that's--]
Jamie!
[She calls it out, pleased to see him here. She's not the only one who travels between cities, but she is in the minority there. It's nice to see a friend from Olympia here.]