#rutgers

A Chimerical doctor Richard Kimball appears on an equally chimerical St. Patrick's day parade, despite the fact this is no where NEAR Chicago.

Clurichauns are feeling their oats, claiming to be the most irish. Other kith disagree

It might be shameless cultural appropriation...but Sylvi decided to do a temporary dye job on her hair and go ginger for the day. It might look better on her mortal skin tone than her seeming.

Guys notice, some girls too.

"I like the red." Sam declares.

She grins at the compliment. "I wasn't sure, but I figured why not, for today anyway."

"She's definitely rocking it" Phoebe observes "As long as she avoids bulls" The girl is an odd one

A laugh. "Well, hopefully we won't run into too many bulls here."

"Wouldn't put a minotaur past this plaze."

If anyone is upset about appropriration, they sure aren't saying so.

Massey walks by, green ribbons in her crazy long hair

"Ooof, good point," regarding the minotaur. Then she waives to Maisey and calls out, "Love the ribbons!"

A quieter wave from Dag.

"Hey gals, wearing green? " Massey asks. It seems more serious than the question would be worth as she looks about

Sylvi points to her green t-shirt that has a shamrock motif on it. "Why do you sound worried?"

Dagmar almost always wears green-and-gold when out of her track uniform.

"I'd think you wouldn't mind a pinch." Gentle tease.

A grin to Dagmar.

Massey looks at Phoebe, the only non Changeling here then says to the others "Oh, bad luck and all that ... "But she grins at the pinch comment "Depends on who pinches"

Sylvi's brow furrows a bit, and she scans the surroundings with new alertness, looking for chimera or other pinchy types.

Sylvi sees it first... a guy walking along is NOT wearing green. He is a son of adam... and slipping up on him is a swarm of shamrocks. There's no other way to discribe it, like a swarm of bees, but they're clearly flying fluttering shamrocks. THey circle about him, find no green, and fly into him!

"Hey look, White Boy is river dancing" Another girl laughs as that fellow starts ... River Dancing. Hands to the side, trying to tap

"Wow, that's retro" Phoebe observes

A cough and a shrug.

"Well, I mean, that could be worse."

Masey whispers while Phoebe is distracted "Yup. There is is... oh sure, but it's hell on the hooves.. I mean..feet"

A blink. "Poor guy. Somebody's gonna post that online, it's almost a sure thing."

Already a phone is rising, more than one.

Phoebe's brow knits, then.... she moves by the side of the guy and joins in, voluntarily.

Massey says "Sylvi, your friend is kind of cool"

"She is."

At first she's a little confused about why Phoebe is going towards him, but then she sees and smiles big. "She's the best kind of odd," she agrees. "C'mon!" She follows Phoebe's lead and joins in on the haphazard "Irish" dancing.

Massey laughs "Come on, Sam. This could be fun"

And Massey follows Sylvi to join in. Satyress, she can hoof it

And onlookers might think that it's a flash mob!

They do, and there are always others who want to join in on 'the thing'

Sam hesitates, biting on her lip.

"Can you spare a ribbon?" she asks the satyr.

Massey says "Sure" And unwinds one while tapping

Sylvi takes it and dances with it for a few moments before taking it and tying it around the mortal guy's arm.

"Come on, join in, it's fun" Massey coaxes looking at Sam "You can hide behind me." A grin. Which is silly because of height differences

"C'mon, Sam!" Sylvi encourages.

Her cheeks burn purple, but she cautiously joins in.

And Massey makes sure to draw attention away from Sam if it starts to drift that way, not to cheat her, but to make her feel more at ease

And that rbbon on the boy? It had an effect!

Each of the kithain hears a voice "You've honored me spirit and dream, while turning my ire to good cheer, and what could be more Irish than that?" It can be hard, sometimes, holding on without a balefire, without easy glamour... but now, they feel their banality ease and go down, wiped away by the glamour of friendship, comraderie, joy and good cheer

Ohhhh, it's like a deep breath of fresh, clean air, that glamour!

It's very different from a balefire... but it's no nightmare glamour... it's from inside, coaxed as if.. wait, did they muse themselves ?

And yes, Fresh clean air is a comparison....

A blink. WE did that?