mogget_cat: (Default)
Yrael grins, holding the shiny, plastic Mardi Gras coin in his hand as he turns the doorknob and opens the door for his guests. The door opens upon a narrow city alleyway just off a larger road with quite a few pedestrians walking along it, the mid-afternoon sunlight slanting down through the humid, sea-scented air. The sounds of conversation, of laughter and of lively music reach them, enticing.

Their entrance is partially sheltered from the alley mouth by a fire escape, so no one notices the three of them arriving from nowhere. The pale man in white smiles at Emcee and Sinric, holding his arms wide as he leads them from the alleyway onto Bourbon Street.

"Welcome to New Orleans, my friends."

Date: 2016-03-21 03:10 pm (UTC)From: [personal profile] i_am_your_host
i_am_your_host: (intense)
Emcee steps through, holding Sinric's hand.

The humidity is what strikes him first, as he remembers that evening in Shreveport. But here he can smell the sea, and that makes all the difference somehow. (Luckily he's dressed for it, opting to remain shirtless with just a waistcoat.)

The voices and music grow louder as they follow Yrael toward the mouth of the alley. And when they step out onto the street, Emcee's smile grows wide.

It's the perfect time for the lights to be on, for people to be out and about. There's the smell of food wafting through the open doors of restaurants and cafes. And the sound of music coming from seemingly everywhere at once. Emcee immediately wants to pick a melody and follow it to its source.

"This is marvelous!"

Date: 2016-03-21 07:59 pm (UTC)From: [personal profile] thewidewideworld
thewidewideworld: (Default)
Dressed in a simple white shirt, tied at the waist and simple black linen 3/4 pants, gold painted nails and his hair up in gold shot braids, Sinric looks even more gender ambiguous than normal.

He clings happily to Emcee's hand, his eyes wide. The humidity and the sea air hits him like a wave.

But the music makes him smile and he breathes in deep, letting the new smells wash over him.

Date: 2016-03-23 03:20 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] i_am_your_host
i_am_your_host: (smile)
It's all so overwhelming, but in the best way possible. A whole world has opened up, and Emcee wants to take it all in.

He agrees that they should indeed stop by some of these places later, as he cranes his neck to peek inside Oz as they stroll past, and wonders what the Republic will have in store. The House of Blues is literally unlike any house he's seen.

And the music, oh, the unending stream of music. Emcee likes how at home Yrael seems among it all, and how some of the street musicians know him. The music ties everything and everyone together.

And the sound is astoundingly familiar, as can be seen by his utterly delighted expression at each band they come across. When he slows to watch a jazz combo playing some rollicking ditty, there is no mere strolling past this without moving to the rhythm. There's a bit of a Charleston swing in his step as he lets the music do its thing to him, and he laughs when the musicians take notice, the trombonist in particular directing his playing at him with his instrument. Emcee grasps Sinric's hand and twirls him for the sake of twirling him.

Date: 2016-03-23 08:26 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] thewidewideworld
thewidewideworld: (twenties - windswept)
Sinric can't seem to take it all in, his long hair sweeping as he tries to look at everything at once.

The bright colours catch him and he relies on Emcee's grip on his hand to stop him from straying away from them.

The music makes him smile brightly, his light feet finding the beat as Emcee twirls him around. He doesn't recognise the song but by instinct, he lifts his voice in a sweet and wordless song.

Date: 2016-05-18 04:54 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] i_am_your_host
i_am_your_host: (coy)
There really is nothing like spontaneous dancing and the joy that it generates, and watching it spread to other people as they let their inhibitions go is what gives Emcee life.

And so eventually the song ends with a round of applause and cheerful laughter. While Emcee regrets that he has no modern currency to give, he sees that the band's instrument cases have been filled with enough donations, for this time around, at least.

He clasps the singer's hand in both of his. "That was wonderful, my good man," he gushes with delight.

The crowd moves on, naturally making way for the next wave of passersby and the next song. (It never occurs to Emcee that he and Sinric are probably in the background of a dozen or so tourists' videos and photos.)

Date: 2016-05-18 06:13 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] thewidewideworld
thewidewideworld: (Young - looking up)
Sinric hangs back, a little shy in this strange crowd. People do seem to be pointing a lot of rectangular things he doesn't recognise at them.

One of the musicians offers him a string of bright plastic beads and a kiss on the cheek, making him blush sweetly.

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