The changing colors and flickering lights

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Who: Everyone!
Where: District 4
When: October 25th to October 28th
Summary: Ghosts and the like are still lurking about, but the citizens of Saeng Seong (native and guest alike) have never let a few hauntings chase away the possibility of celebrating a holiday!
Warnings: Occasional things going "boo", strange-colored food groups, and gun violence.

There is an old saying that whenever life hits rock bottom, the only way to go is up. It is likely the current mantra of the locals as they have done all that is humanly (or, well, whatever species they are) possible to deck out the city in as many red, yellow, green and white lanterns as they could. Some a kind of paper, some stained glass, and is that a few orange ones with weird faces hanging amidst the more traditional variety?

There is a stage for dancing upon and contests galore! Perhaps you've come for those, or maybe just the free food. Either way, this may just be what Dr. Mai prescribed to the unlucky ones to have a spirit or demon follow them around...

(OOC: Hello, players! We are in the process of posting these per day, so bear with us as we set this entry up. There are many stands surrounding the dance stage that are unoccupied, so if your character thinks up of something fun for everyone, feel free to make your own stand too!)

Comments

[beforetights]

[White nuzzles against Diarmuid's leg, while Grey walks alongside Cu Chulainn, never going too fast or too slow.]

Come on, Bro, hurry up.

[smallspot]

[Diarmuid quickly locks up the apartment and then rushes to catch up to his brother. White gets a little excited and tries to run passed them, but a tug back on her leash stops her.]

Good White! Slowly. We don't want anyone to get hurt.

[beforetights]

[As if sensing White's impatience, Grey stops to wait for her. Cu Chulainn, when seeing he's no longer going, also stops to give Grey a scratch on the ear.]

Yeah, White. Listen to him. Diarmuid is the smart one.

[smallspot]

[Diarmuid bows his head slightly at the compliment and then shakes it.]

No, I'm not that smart. I just don't want anyone to get hurt! Puppies included!

[beforetights]

You always have an answer for everything, though. That makes you smart.

[smallspot]

It's just because Father has taught me so much! Father is very smart. I am sure your father is smart too!

[beforetights]

He's smart, but he doesn't answer as many questions as you do. Mostly it's Uncle who gives me the answers, or Papa Sencha and Papa Amergin. They're all really smart.

[His voice drops to a whisper.]

But I think Mama is smarter than all of them.

[smallspot]

[Diarmuid giggles at the conspiratorial whisper.]

Of course, she is! Mothers are always smarter than fathers. Everyone knows that!

[beforetights]

[Cu Chulainn nods.]

Is it like that with your mother too?

[smallspot]

Yes! With both of them!

[Diarmuid giggles happily, thinking of his family back home.]

Father even admits it sometimes, though the others laugh at him when he does.

[beforetights]

Then I guess he's really brave! Not everyone can do that.

[smallspot]

[Diarmuid nods excitedly.]

He is! Father is very brave and he doesn't care if the others laugh at him. Mother is always so happy when she hears him say that!

[beforetights]

[He laughs and claps, then winces when it hurts his fingers again.]

So even God parents are the same. Do they do things the same way as other parents too? Do you guys talk about riddles together?

[smallspot]

[Diarmuid nods.]

Father even sings riddles sometimes! The others say that is unfair because it makes them harder to figure out. I don't understand why they say that. I don't have more trouble figuring them out. Well...the ones I can figure out. I don't get them all, but not because of Father's singing!

[beforetights]

Oh, what kinds of riddles? I wanna try figuring them out too! Sing them to me!

[Grey and White bark in quick succession, as if they're also curious about the riddles.]

[smallspot]

Okay! See if you can guess this one. I like it because it mentions a bird!

[Diarmuid falls quiet for a moment and then starts to sing.]

I'm the part of the bird that's not in the sky.
I can swim in the ocean and yet remain dry.
What am I?

[beforetights]

Hm...uh...

[He scratches his head.]

The bird's beak?

[smallspot]

[Diarmuid shakes his head.]

No! That would be up in the sky with the bird. Try again! Don't give up!

[beforetights]

Um...what about the feet? Or wait! The bird's poop!

[smallspot]

No and no!

[Diarmuid shakes his head.]

It's not really part of the bird. And everyone has one. Try and think differently!

[beforetights]

I don't know then!

[He pouts.]

Birds don't have clothes or play hurley! They don't have the things that everyone has!

[smallspot]

They do have something!

[A bird suddenly flies overhead and Diarmuid's eyes widen excitedly. He points at the bird's shadow as it moves along the ground.]

Look! Look! See!

[beforetights]

That's the...shadow...?

[Suddenly, understanding dawns in his eyes.]

Oh! So that's what it is!

[smallspot]

Yes! Yes!

[Diarmuid claps his hands, jumping up and down excitedly.]

It's not flying with the bird and it won't get wet if the bird goes swimming! It's a good riddle, right?

[beforetights]

Yes, it's a great riddle! You're smart foe knowing the answer.