Festival Fun (Event, Open)

[DJMcloud]

Tobias sighed softly, after he had finished making deliveries and met that nice pretty lady who shared her salmon ball with him, she just sort of disappeared into the crowd. So now the wolf hair was alone again, his ears hanging floppy on his head. He hadn't made any friends in this game yet and it was rather lonesome even though he tried to fill his new lease on life by practicing his crafts. He'd advanced a bit in these skills but had as of yet not done any serious fighting either, seemed like the sort of thing you didn't just jump into alone.

He tapped his swords together against his leg lightly. One was the starter sword he had been given upon selecting his class and the other was the first sword he'd made as a Blacksmith, a pink sword made of rose quartz and reinforced iron named Rosewood. He'd probably be better off than the random person starting out with this sword but he was still no fighting powerhouse. He shook his head, now wasn't the time to think about fighting, the festival was a time for fun after all. He had delivered all the supplies to the necessary locations for his courier mission, now it was time to enjoy the festivities as a patron.

Since he was still in the area and it was just a bit after lunch he decided to get some more food. The stalls would be closing soon for the parade so he wanted to eat while he could since he got a bit of a late start. He ordered a salmon fillet sandwich with some light lemon juice, it was simple enough that even the budding chefs of Elder Tale could manage it. He also ordered a side of fried potato wedges, it wasn't exactly the traditional type of fish and chips but he loved it. He sat down at one of the tables near the stalls, enjoying his meal. He hadn't eaten a real meal besides the cardboard default food since he'd been here. He would have to make friends with a chef and soon.

[RoseThorn]

without your love, my life

RoseThorn was in a good mood. She'd gotten some flowers out from another trip to the Savill Flower Grove, and she had carefully placed the blooms into her pink hair, the yellows and purples and blues contrasting beautifully with the coloring. She'd even managed to get out her needle and thread earlier so that she could then go and improve a dress that the keeper of the inn had loaned to her for the festival, just a little something with a longer hem and a neckline that was a tad more modest, and she was quite happy with the result, a little white sundress that clung to her slender frame and swirled gently around her lower thighs as she walked. She'd gotten more than a few compliments on it from the People of the Land, something that had brought quite a smile to her face. Yes, she was a lot happier now that she had met someone who was kind to her, and the prospect had brought her out of her shell a little, enough that she had decided to venture out for the festival. She was attracted to a booth with a little bit of chili, something that immediately had her mouth watering in remembrance of home. Shyly, she requested a bowl, and when she got it, she paid the chef, blushing when he gave her a slight discount because she was so beautiful and had asked for it politely rather than just demanding it. She shook her head and insisted however, taking her little bowl and turning around with it to try to find somewhere for her to sit. Sure, most people were probably going for something similar to the "fish and chips" of England, but RoseThorn personally wanted something a little more... American, and although chili didn't exactly fit the bill perfectly, it was something that her uncle's housekeeper had often made back at the plantation, and the taste was always something that had reminded her of home. She knew that she'd cooked the recipe before too, and she would have attempted it had she not thought it a little too advanced for her; having a chef do it instead was something she would happily settle on. Her blue eyes swept across the surroundings, eventually settling on an open table with a single occupant, a brown-haired boy that didn't look as if he was waiting on someone like everyone else was if they were sitting alone; the remainder of the tables had at least a pair, if not more, of people sitting there. Shyly, she approached, trying to fight back a blush with the assurance that her dress was a little higher than normal, and licked her lips. "Do you mind if I sit with you?" she asked quietly. "I won't bother you... I just want somewhere to sit and all the other tables look taken." She then flushed, feeling rather embarrassed. "O-of course, if you're waiting for someone, that's fine too, I can find somewhere else to sit. That doesn't really bother me. So... you don't have to feel bad if you don't want me to sit here."

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ain't nothin' but this carnival of rust!

[DJMcloud]

Tobias sighed softly, enjoying his meal as he ate his sandwich and his side, smiling softly. With all his adventuring around as a courier and working on his skills it was somewhat therapeutic to just sit down and relax to have a nice meal in a friendly and festive environment. He supposed he saw the need for this festival now, despite social events not exactly being his thing he did enjoy the relaxing nature of a celebration in the face of a rather traumatic event everyone in this world seemed to have suffered after the Catastrophe happened. It was good for everyone's mental health.

He took another bite of the sandwich and sighed, smiling gently as he looked around the area. Things still seemed active though he was sure the parade would be starting soon. He wasn't sure if he would do any shopping around here but he was sure it would be interesting to see what the stalls here had to offer as far as crafting and goods other than just foods. He heard a voice and looked up, spotting a young woman standing there with a bowl. It was a bit late for lunch but there did seem to be a decent amount of people around, enough to crowd up most of the other tables. She must have wanted to sit down.

He blushed softly as he looked her over, she was simply beautiful to say the least, she was quite the pretty girl and he always had some difficulty talking to pretty girls. She had pretty pink hair and was wearing a lovely light sundress, it took him a moment to even gather up his thoughts to stutter out a response. "U-Ummm sure, of course you can sit down." He smiled softly, pulling out a chair for her and shifting in his seat.

He took a drink from his cup to clear his now dry throat, why did this have to be so difficult? He looked over to her bowl, glancing at it briefly. In the former world he hated the smell of chili but the limitations of Elder Tale mitigated that issue somewhat. He gestured to the seat across from him and took another bite from his meal, swallowing it and shifting in his seat softly, trying to think of something to say to the pretty girl to try and make this somewhat less awkward for the both of them.

"A-Are you enjoying the festival?" He asked nervously, looking up at her again after hanging his head a bit. It seemed like the players were generally having fun with it, the other pretty girl he had met that had shared food with him he knew had been busy trading things before she disappeared. He glanced at her nervously once more and tried to give her a gentle if not nervous smile. "I like your dress by the way... i-it looks really nice..." Clothing without a tailor tended to be rather generic here so when there were some nice articles of clothing they tended to stand out.

[RoseThorn]

without your love, my life

RoseThorn smiled happily when the male cut through her babbling and said that she could sit there, though when he reached to pull out a chair for her, she blinked before blushing rather shyly. Back in the real world, no one would have pulled a chair out for Fleur Delacruix, the artist just being a little too mousey for most people's tastes. Ducking her head slightly, she took her seat, tucking herself into it, and placed her bowl on the table. When she took her first bite, she let out a soft sound - the chili was by no means as good as what she had been used to back at home, but it was a sight better than what she had tasted in the Unfounded Kingdom so far. She hummed softly at the taste, a soft smile slowly spreading over her lips, and she smiled, blinking when one of her flowers fell out of her hair and scrambling to catch it in a single hand so that she could tuck it back behind her ear again. She loved having the flowers in her hair, it made her feel a little closer to home, back when she'd run around with bare feet over cool dirt and paint out in the fields around her uncle's house. Though she did have to admit that it felt nicer to be using actual flowers rather than the various weeds that popped up in the tall grass. The question took her by surprise, but she nodded. "Yeah... almost makes me wish I could paint it," she murmured shyly, "or that I had some stone pendants to sell." She fiddled with the hem of the dress. "I mean... they're nothing special, but at least they look pretty, right?" She then tucked a stray lock of pink hair behind her ear, trying to restrain herself from flushing any brighter of a red. "Thank you... the innkeeper let me borrow it since my own were all torn up, though I think she wants it back when I can find a tailor to make me something new." Her left hand rubbed against her right arm, feeling a little awkward. "I'm RoseThorn by the way," she mumbled, trying to get a little more used to using her new name rather than her old one. "What's your name?" She knew that there was likely a way for her to just figure it out herself, but she didn't feel like looking like an idiot trying to figure it out. Instead, she smiled sweetly, hoping that he would decide to give her his name himself instead. Vaguely, she wondered if she ought to find a seller for canvases or stones so that she could make him something to show her gratitude, but she would figure out if he was friendly first, she decided. After all, for all she knew, he wouldn’t be interested in the works of some little art student from America, so she might as well just keep her artistic tendencies to herself for the moment. Instead, she smiled and waited for his name, occasionally taking a spoonful of her chili to enjoy.

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ain't nothin' but this carnival of rust!

[Ria]

LIFE IS A TRICK

and you only get one chance to learn it

Finally Ria had reached the front of the line. Even though it was a bit late to be getting lunch and the stalls were likely closing soon, the area was still bustling as people who were grabbing a last minute bite to eat. She was in a similar position and although it might be best to just wait until after the parade was over to eat, Ria figured that if she ate now, by the time the parade was over she would be hungry again. Then she wouldn’t feel too guilty about eating two meals.

“Thanks!” she declared exuberantly as a harried looking chef passed her a plate brimming with Chinese food. Of course, it was a Westernized version of Chinese cuisine, but Ria really didn’t care. Besides, this was a festival and one was supposed to eat copious amounts of overpriced fried foods.

Ria breathed in the smell of the chicken dish she’d ordered. Combined with the fried rice and an egg roll, the aroma was heavenly. While she had enjoyed the festival so far, eating food that actually tasted delicious was easily going to be the highlight of her day. Already she could feel her mouth begin to water and she simply couldn’t wait to tuck in. Unfortunately, she first had to find a place to sit down which looked to be quite a task in this crowd.

Weaving in and out between people and tables, Ria searched for an empty seat. After a minute, she began to worry that her food would go cold before she had the chance to tuck in. Turning, Ria caught sight of a table with only two occupants; a guy and a girl. Ignoring the possibility that she might be interrupting a date, Ria made a beeline over to the partially empty table.

However, tragedy struck just as she called out, “Hey, can I sit here?” A young looking Adventurer, maybe about thirteen or fourteen, came barreling out of nowhere, pushing his way through the crowds. Ria caught sight of him as he approached, but she didn’t have time to react before he crashed into her, knocking her off balance before speeding off once again.

Although she managed to stay on her feet, Ria’s lunch wasn’t quite so lucky. She had lost hold of her plate and now it was lying upside down on the pavement. Rice and chicken had gone everywhere and as she stared in horror, her eggroll rolled away.

Kneeling down, Ria scooped up her plate, but it was clear that her meal was a lost cause. For a moment she considered chasing after the little rugrat who had caused her to drop her food in order to make him pay for a fresh dish, but by now he was long gone.

Of course, this wasn’t the end of the world though. It was a pain, but Ria could just go and get back in line. Yet, as she turned to head back the way she’d come, she saw the chef who had served her push a plate into a final customer’s hands before putting up a sign that declared the stall to be closed until after the parade had finished.

Ria spun back to face the two individuals that were seated at the table in front of her. It would have been nearly impossible for them to have missed that fiasco. Stepping forward, Ria pulled out an empty chair and flopped down into it.

“It’s really not my lucky day,” she commented dryly, surveying the other two occupants more closely. Aside from the ears, the brown haired boy looked pretty normal, though his companion was certainly the sort to stand out in a crowd. Even in this world, where looking a bit different was normal, the woman’s pink hair and surprisingly nice dress stood out. However, Ria couldn’t help but feel a bit jealous that they both had food.

“I’m going to join you guys for a few minutes, if you don’t mind,” she said, trying not to let her envy show on her face. Ria reminded herself that eventually the stand would open again, she’d just have to be patient and wait for the parade to finish. Maybe a little conversation would allow her to forget about her growling stomach, at least for a little while.

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[Aeon]

It was a new dawn a new day, a new day that people were trying to celebrate a earth event in the world that wasn’t their own, He guessed it was an attempt to try a deal with the feeling some must have had of missing home, home sickness, Aeon had given up on those fears of not returning long ago.

You see Aeon was far different from your normal every day adventurer, he was sure of that, there of course must be others with 10 years or more mmo and rpg experience but he hadn’t found many around himself, his new body of course was stronger than he was but the same in size and height as he had made something similar to himself.

That day Aeon had found himself making his way around a bustling city, his cowl high over his head obscuring his face in shadow, his tattered battle-worn cape hung over his back, his clothing wasn’t the finest in the world but it did its job being sort of comfortable, his ebony black long-sleeved shirt and his light brown trousers.

Eventually, as Aeon wandered around the city he came to an area that seemed to be more packed that others it seemed that oddly people were salivating over food at stalls, weird to for food without taste, so someone must be quite desperate to do that.

Aeon choose to take a break from his wander of complaining about the world and the way people acted in it.

Sinking down into a bench, Aeon drew back his hood and cape removing them and sitting them on his lap, shadows of people constantly passing him blocking his light as he took out a needle and thread.

Aeon came up with a bright idea or his idea of a bright idea, quickly casting -thunderbolt crash- on the sheathe of his blade to give a white glow that seemed to produce a small amount of constant light.

Aeon began working to do some emergency suture on his cape to keep it from falling apart as the glow from his blade helped illuminate his work.

Aeon seemed to appear rather grumpy or lonely as if he emitted it in an aura. But that was standard for him. But maybe in that small chance some thought he needed to be shown the true meaning of fun.


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