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.)


Let us know if you want Apollo, Dionysus, or both for your threads!

Comments

[onthewillowsthere]

He brings his hands to his cheeks and pats them very lightly, feeling out the texture of dry paint. When he says, "Thank you," he signs it too, thank you so much, his hands more expressive than his face can be.

After a hesitation he adds would you like a scone?

[vineleaves]

Dionysus grins. Galahad is so darling.

Yes please! I would love one! Thank you!

[onthewillowsthere]

He leans over and retrieves the basket of black raspberry and ginger scones, and offers it to Dionysus.

[vineleaves]

Thank you! He takes a scone from the basket and takes a big bite. It's so good!

[onthewillowsthere]

The smile lasts less than a second, a firefly-light of a smile, but it was definitely there. I like practicing. And tasting things.

[vineleaves]

I wish I could take you on a trip across the world to taste lots of different foods! Do you have a favorite food?

[onthewillowsthere]

Food is too different to have a favorite. I have favorite kinds of foods, he explains, very seriously. My favorite kind of cake is chocolate with vanilla ice cream. It is balanced. Laertes made it for me at Wanderers Gather.

[vineleaves]

That IS balanced! he responds excitedly and completely sincere.

[onthewillowsthere]

What's your favorite?

[vineleaves]

Favorite food in general is grapes. I'm predictable. Favorite cake is... he thinks this over for a moment. Strawberry cake is good.

[onthewillowsthere]

T-r-e-s-s and L-a-e-r-t-e-s Laertes made strawberry cake for my birthday. With green tea frosting. It was fluffy and only a little sweet. Lots of people liked it.

[vineleaves]

That sounds so good! I haven't spent much time with T-r-e-s-s but she seems very nice!

[onthewillowsthere]

Her boyfriend is a rat named C-h-a-r-l-i-e.

[vineleaves]

An actual rat, like the animal? asks the guy who was almost married to a satyr.

[onthewillowsthere]

Galahad nods. Because of magic.

[vineleaves]

Ohhh. That makes sense.

[onthewillowsthere]

She misses him.

[vineleaves]

I imagine she would. Poor dear.

[onthewillowsthere]

She gave me the first sweet thing I ever tasted. She's very kind.

[vineleaves]

Dionysus stares. You never ate anything sweet before here?

[onthewillowsthere]

I wasn't allowed indulgences.

[vineleaves]

That's terrible, I'm so sorry.

The thought that eating one (1) sweet thing would be considered an indulgence and not, just, normal damn behavior is so frustrating. Dionysus can't stand it.

[onthewillowsthere]

It's different now. I sin often.

[vineleaves]

Good for you! As you should!

Especially if 'sin' extends all the way to eating snackies. Seriously, what a fucked up religion.

[onthewillowsthere]

Another one of those blink-and-you-miss-it smiles. Thank you. A beat, and then he adds, Thank you for not inviting me to the orgy, though. I don't want to try that one.