The Festival of Bonds (Sticks Pride 2025)

[unheiring]

The A in LGBTQIA Stands For “All Hail"

H-O-T T-O G-O

For those of you that have spent the last few weeks in or around Night Vale, you’ve probably seen a handful of rainbow adorned signs here and there. Various events have been occurring throughout the town — the Night Vale Community Theater put on a very bawdy live performance of a book called Taken By The Gay Unicorn Biker, while the Night Vale Psychological Association has held various events gently reminding the public that it is okay to be straight. Most of these have been largely closed off to residents, though a few more generous souls might gently offer to let you in.

Around the 15th of the month, however, a load of new signs go up not just in Night Vale, but around the Grove. The culprit, of course, is one Luca Aurelius, who hurriedly puts up signs wherever one might see. Like the others, it’s similarly decorated in a colorful light prism, though the name is a little different.

Welcome to the Festival of Bonds

A list of events follows below the title. Of note:

• The Annual Night Vale Pride Parade
  
• A Drag Show and Karaoke Competition, featuring a special guest judge
  
• A Date Auction, hosted by Luca Aurelius
  
• And much, much more.

Ain’t Been OUT In Awhile Anyway

And much, much more happens to come far sooner than the rest of the festivities. Seemingly overnight, the town of Night Vale becomes a paradise of pride. Flags are unraveled and hang from every pole, window, and shoulder of the various citizens of the city. Various events erupt throughout the borough, both sanctioned and unsanctioned. The Car Lot hosts a Drag Drag Show, in which participants will be assigned to their corresponding sexualities or gender identities, and forced to assemble not only a safe and fabulous outfit, but participate in a race against the other teams.

Meanwhile, a sinkhole has opened up within Mission Grove Park, revealing the long forgotten Night Vale colosseum. Those who venture down will be captured and sent into the arena, where they will have five minutes to craft the most sturdy glowstick weapon and fight their competitor. The first one to break and spill glow goo all over its fighter will be deemed the loser.

Several booths are also present, throughout town. Many of them house non-descript photobooths which, when stepped into, will change the outfit of whoever stepped in to a coordinating outfit to their sexuality or gender — whether they’re aware of it or not. Thankfully, there are plenty of charts to decode the colors. Have fun learning about yourselves!

Of course, you might also come out wearing a rainbow poncho. It’s a good thing that you did, because right as you do, the Glow Cloud (all hail) appears. A rain of painted and dyed animals falls from its fluffy, glowing depths. Thankfully, these animals are all alive for once. Thank you, Glow Cloud (all hail).

On the night of the full moon, of course, several citizens crawl out of the woodwork, heading into the dust of the desert. They’ll drag you along if you’re not careful, too. Why? It’s time for the gender neutral bellowing to the ancient gods. Make sure you’re dressed to impress, just in case they arrive.

Meanwhile, the volunteer committee for Wrath Month is more than happy to tell anyone about their upcoming ball drop, which marks the end of June and the transition into July. Anyone nearby is encouraged to write the name of their most beloathed and drop it into the massive crystal ball. When the ornate structure shatters on the final night of June, the names will be scattered to the wind. The Wrath Committee happily reminds you that ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴄᴏᴍᴇꜱ.

On a happier note, many of your own seem to have adjusted well to the festivities. Pavlova Cookie has opened up a tent a ways away from the festivities. The quiet, when paired with the soft pillows and blankets adorning every surface within the tent, makes for a cozy atmosphere. It’s perfect for the service Pavlova Cookie offers — Relationship Advice.

We're All Friends Of Dorothy And So Is My Horse

As you’ve probably come to expect with Night Vale, nothing about the Pride Parade is anywhere close to normal. Each passing group gets a little louder, a little prouder than the last. And the parade? It doesn’t stop. For days, they trudge on and on throughout Night Vale. Want to cross the street? Too bad, you’ll be waiting for an hour or two? About to go on a jog? Good luck getting through the crowd.

If asked how they manage to be everywhere, the members simply respond “We’re here and we’re queer.” Great. Helpful.

Thankfully, each section of the parade has a banner announcing themselves. It’s probably the only way you might distinguish some of the participants, considering the weird shticks each group seems to have going. Notably:

• Every member of the transgender track club is entirely invisible. Their clothes and adornments are not.
  
• A green-tinted glass float goes by, sponsored by the antique shop. Two men sporting matching MLM capes cryptically remind you “doɥS ʇ,uoᗡ 'ʇdop∀”. At night, the float is accompanied by black lights, revealing an eerie glow from the float itself.
  
• The Aces and Arrows poker and archery club hosts a mobile display, featuring targets color coded to the Ace and Aro flags. The poker players throw their cards with deadly precision, while archers deftly shoot through any cards that land in the bullseye.
  
• The standing pansexual army is adorned in armor sourced entirely from their kitchens
  
• The Sapphic Sword Fighting team participates in a unique dance of swordplay and theater. A dragon dodges out of the group every few blocks and steals the hottest woman they can find. There may be makeouts.
  
• A float with a banner declaring “Protect the Dolls” rolls through. A number of life-sized ball jointed dolls stare eerily into your soul. For those of you who are not out to yourselves yet, a number of realizations may occur soon after.
  
• There's a gay float brought to you by the joyous congregation of the smiling god, who misunderstood the assignment. Gay vore enthusiasts may still find something to love about this, I’m not your dad.
  
• The kink pride group is infiltrated by a number of bears in leather gear. Any homophobes in the audience will be ritually fed to them.
  
• The local association of realtors have created their own float. Unfortunately, it is occupied by a number of deer. Fortunately, they are very in the spirit of the festival, and will be throwing candy and mardi gras beads into the crowd.
  

Anyone is welcome to participate. Hell, if you don’t, you might just get dragged into the celebration should someone clock you. Or just want to give you hell. Welcome to the black Gay Parade

Always, I Wanna Be With You

Before the final party can begin, and before the divas walk the runway, one very important matter of business has to be taken care of. Luca takes his place on the stage, holding a number of envelopes, each adorned with a heart and a different name on it.

“When I call your name, please step up to the stage. We’ll start each bid at ten shells, and go until you see fit to stop.” Luca flashes a grin to the crowd and begins pulling out envelopes. Some of you probably expect your name to come up — you did sign up , after all. Others, however, will be very surprised when their own is called. Unfortunately, the submission box has developed a mind of its own.

Well… Have fun with that.

I Wanna Make A Supersonic Man Out Of You

Once the dates have been assigned, the fun really begins. Music begins playing at full volume, sending pounding beats through the whole building. Yes, there is a disco ball. Of course there is foam. And all the left over glow sticks have been broken, leaving you to paint whatever glowing nonsense you want on your skin.

Of course, halfway through the night, the crowd settles down as the lights on a nearby stage come on. The drag show is about to begin. Volunteers are welcome, but if the stage goes empty for too long, characters will find that there will be consequences. Namely, the arrival of the Sphere, which hovers above unsuspecting victims performers. There is no way out. Attempts to dodge the responsibility by insisting you’re not dressed for it will result in you being deposited in front of a nearby photobooth.

There’s only one thing to be done. Lipsync for your life

Spark Notes

summary

• Photobooths that will assign random outfits. These will be color coordinated to whatever pride flag you feel your character identifies with..
  
• Or they’ll get rained on by the glow cloud
  
• Enjoy drag races in drag at the car lot.
  
• Bellow to the new moon if you feel like it
  
• Sign up for wrath month by entering the name of your worst enemy.
  
• Fight to the glowy death (not really) in the newly revealed Night Vale Colosseum.

There are also three “main” events:

• A pride parade featuring various displays. Yes, you can join in. Or you can get dragged in. I guess you can also be eaten by the bears, I’m not your dad.
  
• A date auction, in which your character can be “accidentally” entered or voluntarily do so. Please sign up here if you haven’t
  
• A big old party occurs, interrupted by a massive drag show. Like before, your character can willingly go up on stage, or be randomly selected by the Sphere.
  

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Comments

[unheiring]

[As one might expect, Luca keeps very busy over the days leading up to the festival. Some of it doesn't really require his attention, being that they're events hosted by Night Vale. The final party, however, is entirely his doing. Which is why you can find him at various events around town, and even back in the grove. Wherever he is, he wears a little bow tie and a pair of suspenders in a different color palette. He meets anyone that approaches with a wide smile, motioning them closer.]

Have you heard about the festival of bonds? You should join us.

[Let him tell you about pride, dammit.

... Of course, that jovial demeanor fades after all of the responsibilities are out of his hands. As the night starts to slow, he finds himself at the bar with a glass of cider in hand. Turns out when he has time on his hands, his mind starts to wander. He stares out at the dancing and auctioned off couples with a melancholy look, before downing the entirety of his glass.]

[cryopathy]

[as much as dating and being part of a couple aren't her thing, kiera is well aware how much luca wants such. so they keep an eye on him as the evening goes on, deciding to swoop in the moment she deems him too miserable looking. maybe she ditched her "date," maybe she informed him she had something to attend to, like an adult. but she's here, in a suit with many frills and ruffles, of black, white, purple, and gold.

despite not having a glass in her hand, the coy smile she offers luca is not unlike that she'd give after some drink has put her in a good mood.]

Do you remember the ballroom dances our parents had us learn with Aquila and Arden?

[unheiring]

[Well, at least Kiera looks satisfied. Honestly, gross as he might find the idea of their sibling being with anyone, he knows that the lack of... action, so to speak had been making them miserable. As long as one of their pair were happy, it counted for something.

Still, he doesn't expect them to bring up that particular memory. He cracks a smile, though it's admittedly tinged with a hint of pain. Easier times.]

You mean back when Augustus was trying his damndest to arrange a marriage between 'quil and I?

[cryopathy]

[luca, you dumb bitch, they aren't happy because they have eye candy, they're happy that you worked so hard for today. and they want to repay it.]

Yes, that's exactly it. You do recall, then.

[they quirk a brow and extend a hand, face down rather than up, in an invitation, allowing him, as the gentleman, to take the lead, if he so chooses.]

I know I'm a poor excuse for a suitor, but I can keep you company nonetheless.

[unheiring]

You... want to dance? With me? [His expression wobbles once, almost looking as if he might cry.

At least up until he bursts into a fit of giggles. He tries his best to muffle them, but they burble out despite his (admittedly mediocre) efforts.]

K-Kiera. The music doesn't even fit!

[cryopathy]

[for a moment, they think they've made a mistake, but thankfully, luca makes a quick recovery. kiera huffs once, good natured, and gestures with their hand once more.]

And? It's fun to defy societal expectations. You know that.

[unheiring]

Sure, but it's going to be a hell of a time to keep the rhythm of our steps when the music is going a mile a minute.

[Still, he slides from his stool down to the ground and motions with his head toward the crowd of bodies.]

You thought this up. That means you're leading.

[cryopathy]

Adding gender nonconformity to the mix? As you wish, good ser!

[they roll their eyes, but chuckle and lead him over anyway. and bless their heart, in leading, they keep their hands where the protestant chaperones at a middle school spring fling would yell at kids to do so.]

[unheiring]

Oh, dear sister. I believe I was the first between the two of us to offer a middle finger to the concept of gender. You know that.

[Likewise, Luca is laughing alongside her. He knows it's just an attempt at distracting him but... why would he ever complain about that? It's working, after all.]

[cryopathy]

Indeed, you did. On my behalf, no less.

[their smile is fond, and not just because their plan to get luca out of his own head is clearly working.]

[unheiring]

I did it for myself, even before that. Not that it was much of a fight. I told father how it would be, and that was that.

[He trails off, then fixes a glare on her. It's absolutely defanged.]

You're a conniving bitch, by the way. Dragging me out of my feelings like this? Underhanded indeed.

[cryopathy]

I know, I know. I'm proud of you. A bit jealous, even. You knew yourself long before I even knew you could question it.

[the smile they give him as they move is sickly sweet.]

Well, aren't you lucky I use my evil powers for good?

[unheiring]

Maybe.

[Knowing himself doesn't count for much right now. Not when what he knows is that he fucked up, and no amount of trying to help anyone else was going to help him. His movements finally slow, and he turns away from them, trying to make his way out her grip and further out of the crowd.]

Go have fun, Kiera.

[cryopathy]

[although they don't really want to, kiera allows him to part with a frown. the getting him out of his feelings didn't work for very long, it seems. they want to argue, but...]

If you find you do want company, I'll be around.