[There's no way that Dionysus wasn't going to stay for the Friday Night Party Loop once learning about it; staying up and partying all night because of having no hope of escape until sunrise sounded awesome. Sure, the train would eventually get him home, but he boarded it with the intent of delaying that quite a while.

Dionysus sits with his companions, picking up the dice when it was his turn to roll. He could easily have changed his clothing back on whim once they had suddenly been replaced, but part of the fun was just letting things happen.

His legs are crossed, making the hakama of the schoolgirl outfit bunch slightly at the knees. The big bow tying up his mass of curls is a cute touch though.]

Let's see if the Fates are in my favor, eh?

[Demeter's onslaught of endless winter on the mortal surface caused no shortage of dismay to Dionysus, and no amount of his convincing and asking seemed to be able to persuade her to defrost the ground for the harvest. Sobriety would do you good, she said, as his vineyards withered and the grapes wouldn't ripen.

So here Dionysus is, giving his foster aunt a big metaphorical rude gesture as he enjoys the spring weather. His face is flushed as it usually is, having enjoyed some number of pints of sakuramochi beer, and now he lounges beneath the shade of one of the cherry blossom trees. He lays back on a blanket, dressed in a yukata for the occasion, sometimes picking up fallen petals and feeling the softness between his fingers.

When he spots an onlooker, he motions them over.]

Heeey, come on and join me.

(ooc: this can double as Flowers of Evil if wanna do any confessions [eyes emoji])

[Like Dionysus was going to miss a festival of sexuality and fertility, being a fertility god himself. Making an appearance seemed practically obligational; if anything, maybe he could give his own blessings to people.

It's easy for him to get swept up into the atmosphere, and though he came alone, he quickly finds someone to spend some time with. At the popsicle stall, he looks over at his companion, tilting his head so his curls fall around his shoulders. It was already starting to fall free from the messy bun he'd tied it up with when he arrived.]

So, uh, you have any recommendations?