happy pride, etc

[papadopoulos]

“Uh, people were killed.”
“No one was killed at Stonewall.”
“No…body…was killed???”
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The café is looking much more colorful than it has in the past. Specifically, there are various flags draped on top of the walls – certainly it is much brighter than anything Enjolras would have cared to come up with. Directly behind the pastry case there is a rainbow flag, and scattered around there are a myriad of other pride flags. (Whatever they could scrounge up from the cupboards, basically.) There is also a small table set off to one side, with various types of beaded necklaces and colored bracelets lying atop it. There is also a small flier with descriptions and explanations of what the different flags represent. Explanations of pride in general will be freely offered, as well.

Dionysus has offered up his cd player, though instead of the same music from the party, it is playing songs from various queer artists. There’s a selection ranging from Bowie to Cole Porter to Billie Holiday, including more modern artists such as Lady Gaga, Mika, Queen, and Green Day. Apollo can be found near the music as usual; but he is currently engrossed in making more of the colored bracelets. He is seated at the table with a box full of friendship bracelet making supplies, wearing an artfully cropped version of this shirt, a hyacinth bloom set behind his ear. Dionysus is at a different table, wearing a knee-length sundress of pink, yellow, and blue stripes and one of the beaded bracelets Apollo is making, this one in yellow, white, purple, and black beads. He found a small facepainting palette with a few pride flag options and is willing to offer up his services if anyone happens to want a tiny flag on their cheek (or, well, wherever.)


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[vineleaves]

"People sometimes have parties, as a form of protest. Isn't it lovely?" Look he just really likes parties, okay. "I mean sometimes they have protests as a form of protest too."

[temnota]

Aleksander listened thoughtfully. For all of Ravka's many ills, people were free to love who they would. Objections were usually based on class, wealth and the lack thereof or the question of heirs but no outright discrimination. It was strange and sad that other worlds thought differently.

But being proud of one's identity and wanting to show that off? That resonated very clearly - it was a large part of the reason why he'd been so reluctant to give up wearing a kefta. It was the unmistakable sign that the wearer was Grisha. Whatever he had been, whatever he would be - he was always and forever Grisha first.

"I very much understand that feeling," he said. "To be proud of who you are and show that even in the face of people who would prefer you did not exist."

[papadopoulos]

"Yeah. I mean, in Greece, back in the old days -- it wasn't a huge issue. It was fairly common, in fact. But it's been a long time since then." He shrugs a little sadly and settles back in his chair again, sprawling out.

[vineleaves]

"Ancient Greece had other issues," Dionysus says off-hand, and rolls his eyes. "But I guess nobody cared too much who I was sleeping with, which was nice. Really wish I could say that for every time period."

[temnota]

"I know people have preferences but I confess that I have never understood picking one over the other," Aleksander mused as he perched on the edge of the table. "The world is large and the variations of people are infinite. Why limit yourself?"

[papadopoulos]

Apollo shrugs again. "Because people like to get into arguments about moralities and that sort of thing? I don't get it, either."

[vineleaves]

"A more accurate statement would be that people like to force their opinions on what morality is onto others, I think." He's getting grumpy thinking about it. Apollo will probably be right at home with Dionysus being in this mood.

[temnota]

"I've found those people shouting about morality and their own ideas of it are usually hiding something far worse," Aleksander said dryly. "People never change, I suppose."