STARDROP CELEBRATION: FINAL DAY

[starhuemod]

LET'S PARTY!
premise | rules | taken | pick-up

A. Arrivals and Much More

You’re here because you were dropped somewhere that tried sending you home, or you're someone with a call to the heart to explore the vast universe. The buses run at odd schedules, so please pardon any interruptions! I hope you fellas make yourselves at home, here!

[ Marjorie’s whole speech rings through your ears as you begin to explore the area. It seems a few people who arrived on the TDM have already been here for a week, but you’re just a newcomer. So where are you when this all went down? Are you trying to get back on a bus that’ll take you home, or…?

B. Home Sweet Home

[ The dust has settled on the bus ride here, and you can’t help but notice that your farmland… well, it’s a mess. Rocks and grass everywhere, no matter which layout you were set with. You were given a set of tools, and the message that this land is yours to shape or change or build on no matter what you want, so long as it’s yours. The little crate by the edge of the house is what will hold your bounties from farming, collected nightly with money delivered to your mailbox the following day, like some kind of Produce Fairy visited.

The house is in alright shape. It’s not brilliant, but it has a kitchen, a bathroom, and a studio bedroom where all your belongings can be. It’s wide enough to accommodate several things until you upgrade it.

Sometimes you see a stray dog or cat at the edge of your property. Do you adopt it?

Anyway, it’s time to make what you will of your farm. ]


The Last Day Of
The Stardrop Celebration!
FESTIVAL PLAYLIST

[ Down a hill a little ways from Pelican Town is a remarkable festival set-up! Several attractions and vendors line the streets where everything is going down. Where will you go? ]

C. Food Stalls

[ Surrounding the entire property are dozens of food stalls, from all around the universe. Marjorie bussed in caterers from all around with a healthy sum of gold, and they’re happy to sell their wares in this strange place tonight. Where you might find octopus balls, you’ll also find kraken balls. Where you might find corndogs, you’ll find dogs selling corn.

It’s a veritable buffet! And the gold you’ve started with is more than enough to go shopping for food. Have fun! ]

D. Games

[ All manners of Carnival Games are set up! From throwing a baseball at bottles to catching goldfish with a paper net, everything you can dream of is here. There are even some unorthodox games, like dance-offs, karaoke, and a little bit of everything. Apparently, the NPC couldn’t choose who to go with what. It definitely makes for a big festival.

In addition to the above, there’s water gun races, squeaky duck ponds, skee-ball, target shooting, test your strength with a hammer, pitching speed, shooting hoops… and more! ]

E. Three-legged Race

[ You didn’t think this festival was going to go by without tomfoolery, did you? For the prize of 1,000 Gold, you can rally up a partner and get tied to them by the ankle, participating in a no-rules no-bars-held race. The winners will be randomized! But the real gift is going to be the fact that the ties around your ankles? Aren’t coming undone. You’re going to have to be tied together until 11 PM! ]

F. Fireworks

[ Errant magic and mishaps aside, you have to admit, the fireworks show at the end of it all is really something. Marjorie hired a pony for them, and the lights are as ethereal as they are non-traditional. It’s a good moment to snuggle up to someone or enjoy company with a new friend. ]

G. Wildcard

[ Exactly what it says! Make your own prompt. ]

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Comments

[oftaintedearth]

B: [So this land was hers to tend, was it? Melanthieae looked out on the field she'd been assigned, and the overgrowth that had occurred in its neglect. Well...neglect was a relative term; nature will do as it will when left alone.

The weeds would have to be cleared, to stop the roots from choking out, but the trees, naturally, she would permit to stay. She could find clear patches to plant crops, if she wished. But mostly, she was just glad to be in familiar land again. For the moment, she was taking the chance to savor the moment, sat in a sunny spot deep in the woods of her farm, basking in the sunlight, enjoying the rustle of wind through her branches, and breathing in the fresh, clean air.

There would be time to make a living, and find out what became of her friends on the airship. But for now, for once, she felt at home.]

D/G?: [Melanthieae decided to take the chance to explore the town, to familiarize herself with the locals - assuming they wouldn't be too taken aback by her appearance - and maybe to try to find a familiar face. The robe she brought to cover herself was awkward on the jagged sections of bark or jutting twigs on her skin, but she was warned that if she was go go into town, she should be dressed. For the moment she was pacing the games, considering which ones played best to her strengths.

So, Starhue Valley, there is a tree-woman wandering around the festival. How do you approach?]

B

[ubiquitously]

[Early in the afternoon, Uai is trying to find 'his' farm. He has half of a map, which is clearly water damaged and understandably hard to read. He wanders onto Melanthieae's farm accidentally. Also accidentally: How he gravitates towards her, with his face glued to his map. He isn't paying very close attention and thinks she's a tree. sorry.]

How the hell am I supposed to get around with this? Ugh, I should've gotten two. The trees wouldn't complain about one more sheet of paper.

all are ota

[echoofgreatones]

b - finally it's all cleared

Clearing the farmland was quite the task, even with Q'uila's help. Hunter still wasn't pleased with sharing the farm with another person, but the help was welcome when it came to clearing the land. Hunter was also welcoming as much help as Q'uila could give her in terms of how to actually farm. Apparently Q'uila also was good at identifying rocks and metals, so perhaps Hunter could find a way to help Q'uila with that as well.

Hunter just finished up the last little patch of land and put the tools away and changing into some clean clothes. She stopped outside of the little shelter that Q'uila and she shared to roll up the sleeves on her shirt to just above her elbows. As she finished she saw a dog and another animal roaming around the freshly cleared field.

She gave a sharp whistle and the dog romped over to her, tail wagging voraciously. He looked nothing like the dogs she had to put down in Yharnam - he was actually pretty cute. Eventually she would learn that the breed of dog he was is called a beagle. She knelt down and gave him an uneasy pat, worried he may try and bite her.

c - some real food

Hunter made her way to the party and immediately went to the food stalls, looking for something that wasn't candy. She piled on literally anything that was rare cooked (extra bloody) meat and eventually planted herself at a table and started eating, surprisingly polite despite her arguably less refined taste in food.

To anyone looking on with a sense of humor (or a darker, more morbid sense of curiosity) she could easily be mistaken for a vampire by the way she went for the rarest, bloodiest cuts available. When someone approached and sat near her, she eyed them with curiosity, deciding to be polite. "Hello. Quite the event, is it not?"

f - the sky?

Finding herself a little tired of being around people, she left the event and found a quiet place where she could see the sky, settling down to sit and watch it. It was strange to see the stars in the sky after the gloomy, cloudy sky from home. The sky only became more interesting as the strange fireworks started. She heard someone approaching and carefully turned to see who and what they were, before relaxing as much as she could, speaking in her deadpan tone. "This certainly is an interesting place. I heard a rumor on the way here that the being setting of the fireworks was a horse."

c.

[vlad_the_impaler]

It was him again. The tall dark man in black and red. The vampire named Alucard. The last time they met, they were drinking and talking over pies. So, along with hard liqueurs, she happened to like her meals extra bloody and rare. Of course, while it seems...unrefined and messy, she eats with impeccable manners and alone.

"Quite the event, we have here? As the people here are always cheerful and lively. They look so happy." He said. "Anyway, how do you this very evening, Ms. Hunter? It's good to see you." Raising an eyebrow, he grew curious. "When you're eating all of that...does that sit well in your stomach? I would think it would make an average human go to the clinic the next day with indigestion."

[likeaducktowater]

[B.]
[Louie's been here a week already, so his farm is looking pretty well set up. The river runs through the middle, forming smaller pools here and there, and there's the beginnings of a chicken coop up near the house and silo. Doesn't look like he has much growing yet, but there's a few green shoots coming up in the little fenced-off area for it.

In fact, on top of that chicken coop is where you'll find Louie, should you come looking before he joins everyone else. Sure there's a carpenter in town, but she's surely busy with everyone else and besides, he's got the skills, so why not? So he's up there making a good racket hammering shingles onto a roof. Come give him a hand? Or just wonder at the idea of a talking duck keeping chickens, either/or.]


[C.]
[Once he DOES hit the festival, it's around the food stalls where he focuses his attention. He's sampled his world's cuisine but this is on another LEVEL, and it's time to take in a little bit of everything.

...Which eventually leads to him trying to balance two different handfuls of food, several layers of plates high. Maybe if he's careful he can walk these to a spare spot to sit down, before it teeters over onto someone else. Better get out of his way (or help), or you might be wearing part of it.]


[F.]
[Full and happy from the day, Louie is sitting on a spare patch of grass leaning back on his hands, his legs spread out in front of him. He's positively beaming, entranced by the magical fireworks.

Now this was a show!]


[Wildcard]
[Feel free to do anything else, or hit me up at PM/zumidotexe for something specific!]

B

[takeittothebridge]

[Nearby, Bridge had found a nice shady spot under a tree, and was currently strumming a few chords on his guitar. He felt a bit bad for not helping out more, but...musician hands.]

[cinnabonjr]

B

[Faith has decided to use her earth magic to its fullest ability. And by that, we mean that she's decided to be a big stinky cheater. But can you blame her? What's the point of being able to create plant life if she just lets the talent go to waste? Besides, she had to clear out all the rocks and grass out of the way first, so it's not like it's been entirely smooth sailing.

There's not much in the word of produce, but by golly are there a lot of flowers. So, so many flowers, of many varieties. It's actually pretty impressive, if you're walking by and notice. Faith is nearby, her hands on her hips and looking super proud of herself.]

Heehee, I've done such a great job~ [She almost wishes her family could see her now since she's not aware that past versions of her parents are here yet, being all independent, because then she could prove that she can handle herself!]

D

[Faith has decided to partake in some karaoke. Thankfully, due to her good singing voice, she isn't horrible at it. Will you join her in some fun?]

G

[Wildcard. You know what to do!]

[impossibilities]

[Grainne is wandering through the area, picking mushrooms and other things as she goes, when she notices some flowers. How nice, she could make a display for her new bedroom! One by one, Grainne follows the trail of flowers until she's completely surrounded by them, in the middle of a field.

Oh! She must have wandered into someone's farm by accident.]

A job? [And that someone is there.] Hello. Are these your flowers? [Grainne holds up her bouquet, full of flowers.]

[decoyofahero]

C

[Mithos Yggdrasill has been alive for over four thousand years.

Despite this, he has the awed and impressed expression that one would expect from someone who looks his age as he takes a look at all the strange and unusual food vendors. He doesn't even entirely know what he's paid for and about to try, but he sure is looking forward to trying it! He's even turned on his sense of taste for the occasion.

...this proves to be a mistake, as whatever he's put in his mouth proves to be way too spicy for him to handle. He's so focused on how much it burns that he doesn't even consider just using his Cruxis Crystal to block out his sense of taste again. Will you take pity on him and try to help him out?]

D

[Despite the spicy food incident, Mithos is still enjoying everything like the child he hasn't been allowed to be for several millennia. Sure, trying the food had been a colossal mistake, but surely the games will yield better results.

They do, in fact. For the longest time, Mithos can be found trying out all the various games, even managing to build up a small collection of prizes in the process.]

G

[Wildcard!]

D

[alloutoflove]

[ It's been a while since Chisa's been to a festival like this, and honestly, she's never really been one for playing the games... it was always more fun to egg one of her friends to win prizes for her. But she's on her own for the moment, and she wanders over to a hoop toss booth to admire the row of stuffed animals for prizes... and the pile that Mithos has accumulated. Nice?? She lets out a low whistle of admiration. ]

Ehhhhh, you're really good at this sort of thing, aren't you...

[dragoonrouge]

C and D

Q'uila wanders through the food stalls, eyes wide as the amalgamation of scents hits her sensitive nose. So many wonderful food she'd never had before, so little time. Maybe she should ask for recommendations...Not to mention the games, she'd been keeping her eye out for potential competitors for the pitching speed competition, she was feeling competitive...

Following a particular delicious scent she taps you on the shoulder. "Excuse me, what are you eating and where can I get some?!"

G: Prompt below or message for other options

As nice as the festival is, Q'uila can't help but be drawn to the surrounding area, she never could resist an opportunity to explore and she certainly wouldn't say no to some company...

C

[magitrap]

It was almost fitting she didn't seem to know who he was before he turned - Cid was garbed in his casual Goldsmith clothes, hair tied behind his head - but he turned, of course, to give a shake of his head.

"It came from over there - not too sure what it is. But it's good enough," he replied, with a slack point off at one of the stalls.

[bloodychangeling]

B. Home Sweet Home
[Toby's not that worried about the house. The apartment she'd shared with Cilff all those years ago was about the same size, and since it's just her now it will do fine. She lived on the streets, so by comparison this place is a mansion. So for the moment, she does little more than drop her things--besides Dare's silver knife, which she keeps sheathed and hidden under her leather jacket--before going outside.

While she's not a green thumb by any means, Toby watched Luna and her mother both work in their gardens enough to have an idea of things. And getting the place cleaned up will definitely give her something to focus on besides--well, the reasons she left.

All of which means that at dusk any passerby is likely to see a woman with dark hair and a black leather jacket staring at a scythe, holding it a bit more like a sword than a tool, while something that looks a bit like a rosebush had relations with a cat romping around her feet occasionally chirping. They might also hear the occasional interesting swear]

Oberon's balls!

C. Food stalls
[even if her appetite has been lacking as of late--she's mostly been surviving on poptarts and coffee except when May forces her to eat 'real' food--there would always be that young changeling inside her who knew what it was like to go hungry, who would never turn down food because you never knew when your next meal might come.

Also, the smells make her stomach remind her how long it's been since her last real meal, even if her mind doesn't really care. Which is why she finds herself drawn to looking at every stall, taking a little bit of everything. She actually seems to smile just a little for the first time when she finds something that looks like the little cookies Millie would make for the Winter Solstice ball that she and Carrie would always steal from the kitchens, and she might moan a little when she takes a bite]

Wow, uh, I don't know how you got Millie's recipe, but these are great

[this is the closest she can let herself get to 'thank you']

D. Games
[it's inevitable in the course of her wanderings that Toby passes by some of the game booths. She considers trying a few--since she'd probably have some advantage over a few people here, given her supernatural night vision and all--but she doesn't like cheating at things that don't matter.

And besides, soon enough she comes upon the booth with the goldfish in little bowls and--freezes. It might seem like she's just watching to a casual observer, but some people might notice the way she tenses and her breathing seems to quicken just a bit, and the way the odd spikey cat on her shoulder chirrups and rattles]

F. Fireworks
[After calming herself down from the sight of the fish, Toby considers going back to her cabin. But then the fireworks catch her attention. Having grown up in the Summerlands, she saw quite a few spectacular shows of light and color--pixies flitting around, the candela's merry dancers, and too many others to list--but this. This is something she didn't get, not really. Gilly had been too young before she went to the pond for her and Cliff to take their daughter to anything like this, and after...well, that was after.

So she lets herself settle on the grass, Spike--who, after rattling at her distress, is becoming quite sleepy--jumping off her shoulder to curl up at her feet--and enjoy something beautiful and relatively human, even enjoying anything still feels a little wrong]

Wildcard
[want her somewhere else? Have at!]

D

[lobsterquadrille]

[nearby, someone was also gazing at the goldfish booth. Alec is fairly easy to overlook; he's a scrawny young man with tired eyes and a slightly-too-big-for-him coat that only makes him look even scrawnier, but otherwise he is plainly dressed and quiet and not doing anything that would make him seem remarkable in any way.

his grip on reality is... tentative, at the moment, but not in an unpleasant way. this place is entertaining, the people are interesting, and the sights remind him of all manner of things that send his imagination whirling off aimlessly in one direction or another. he's been perfectly happy to float along like a piece of driftwood in the ocean's current.

this absent mood is part of why he turns his head to look at Toby, and then doesn't... really... stop looking at Toby. it's impolite to stare, but she seems to be bothered about something, and he's curious about what it could be. the spiky shoulder cat is also pretty weird, but that's neither here nor there.

but he forgets to like, say anything, or attempt to interact in any normal way, so uh. yeah. staring it is.]

[moneymatters]

[B.]
[This is certainly an interesting situation. He'd come out of curiosity, and found an idyllic little setting here. It reminded him of better days in his past, especially on finding his designated farmland contained a lot of perfect space for mining. Not too much for actual farming or animal raising, but he'd make do.

And that "making do" would start with clearing some of the space around the farmhouse. But he's just a short old man, clearly he'd need help, right?]


[D.]
"Come try your luck with a trick shot!"

[Scrooge had been checking out the assorted games when one of the barkers caught his attention. He almost didn't approach- these things were notoriously rigged, and he didn't expect being in a different world to change anything--]

"First round's free!"

[--until the man said that. "Free" always WAS his favorite word. He walked over and hopped up onto a stool by the counter, hooking his cane on his elbow to keep it nearby.]

Alright, laddie. Let's measure up.

[He's handed the gun and spends a moment or two looking it over, getting used to its heft in his hands, checking the sights. His experience may be with old Colts, but a pellet gun shouldn't be too hard. He measures up, the attendant is trying to hide a smirk at the aged duck squinting down the line of his beak through his glasses, Scrooge fires a shot-

PING. The first target goes down. Then the next. And the next. Scrooge's aim was spot on for all the shots he took, and by the time he handed the gun back, the attendant was staring at him in surprise.]

"Er. Pick a prize then, sir."

[Well. He didn't want one, but perhaps there was someone nearby who had been watching. He hooks the first elbow that comes close enough- probably yours -and gestures somewhat impatiently at the hanging prizes.]

G'on. Take one.

[And then hops down to continue on his merry way.]


[F.]
[Scrooge is somewhat at the edge of the crowd, idly eating a snack from a nearby stall. He was staring up at the fireworks but mostly seemed to be thinking, his eyes somewhat unfocused. A little company might be nice, though.]


[Wildcard]
[Feel free to go with anything else, or we can plot something together via PM or zumidotexe!]

D.

[pearled]

Whaaat? No way! Okay-- I'll take the giant stuffed Shrimp!

[ It's a little hyperrealistic for her taste, but she'll gladly take the curly stuffed animal and hop her way after the duck. With all the sea creatures that live in Inkopolis Square, she's not really that surprised to see a duck at all. ]

Hey, hey--! You didn't even tell me your name!

[song_princess]

C.)

Leanne was hitting all of the food stalls, stuffing her face with various foods and snacks. Though she does barter for the food with her strawberries, which are larger and far more juicer than normal strawberries. She was trying out every single non-meat food.

D.)

Let it be known that Herons are not known for their strength. In fact, come and laugh at her as she tries to throw the baseball to knock over some bottles.... Only to have it not even get past the counter no matter how hard she throws.

G.)

Make up a scenario with her! I am open to just about anything!

[gemini_saga]

When Saga heard the news that there will be a festival, he thinks it will be a fun thing to do with her and with his suggestion, persuaded her to go. There are laughter and smiles in the air, families coming together, and the summer air is warm.

Together, they ate most of the delicious foods that the vendors have to offer until their bellies are stuffed. He really likes the sweet strawberry crepes as she helped herself to the strawberries made in various dishes in so many ways and he helped himself to one.

The games are fun and he stood by, watching her trying her luck. "C'mon Leanne. You can do it. Try again." There are cute dolls and plushies of teddy bears, big-eyed puppies, and big fluffy unicorns being hanged overhead as prizes to be won. "Give it another shot."

[singinghuntress]

[C.]

[Honestly, Rip hadn't intended on going to the festival. Only, her curiosity got the better of her. Besides, she needed a break from all the work she had been doing on her farm. From clearing away logs and brushes she didn't want so she could plant the trees she did want.

But, once she decided she needed a break, she reluctantly went to the festival and immediately caught the wonderful scents from the food stalls. She altered her direction to head in that direction to check it out and honestly? It didn't disappoint! All sorts of food was on display and she just couldn't resist.

Rip quickly found a stall serving soft pretzels and eagerly got one with spicy mustard to dip it in. She may have stopped at a few other stalls, picking up various foods and sweets. There were a lot of foods she missed that she could eat again~. ]

[D.]

[Once food had been had, Rip had decided to go check out the games. She even started to play a few of them, especially ones that relied of aim. Rip... was scary good at a few of them, netting her a few prizes for her efforts.

Which might be why she's walking around with a large black bear plushie in her arms and looking rather pleased with herself.]

[F.]

[Rip had settled down somewhere quiet for the fireworks. True, she's seen fireworks before, but.. there was always something awe inspiring about the explosions of light and noise. In a way, it reminded her of wars gone by back when she enjoyed them.

Now though? She just enjoyed the simplicity of the displays.]

[vlad_the_impaler]

She hadn't heard from him for a while, but with such bright lights and festivals, how could he not missed it? One would think he wouldn't be interested, but he is. The summer air is warm as the atmosphere, and it's a night like this that puts the count in a good mood.

When she started snacking and tasting the food, he only chuckled and appeared by her side. Almost seemingly out of nowhere, but he was silent and quick with a mere thought.

"Enjoying yourself, huntress? I rather enjoy the sweet and savory of crepes, but pretzel hot dogs are just as good." It was quite surreal that such a scary looking man would enjoy such a simple treat, but there he goes, guzzling his food with lemonade, appearing almost normal. No one could tell he's a vampire. He wears black sunglasses to cover his red glowing eyes.

"Food can be fulfilling and you can learn to enjoy them again." He said, as he walked side by side with her. "There are games in the other aisle of vendors on the other side. Are there any that caught your eye? I'll play any game with you." Said the hunter himself. Not so much as a challenge of their iron wills, but really an opening to wind and relax, and have fun.

[stormsprite]

C: Manfred why did you let this girl out of your sight

[Some time after Celia had tracked down Manfred, she went with him to the festival, and after agreeing on a place to meet back up later, they each went separate ways for the time being. This may have been a mistake, as it didn't take long for the girl to gravitate toward anything and everything sweet, and after only a short time she had a decently-sized bag of...pretty much everything that caught her interest. She wasn't planning on eating it all immediately, but she certainly intended to go through it all soon. Very soon.

Spotting another stall that she hadn't visited yet, she skipped on over to it, staying grounded to avoid having her wind mess with anything or anyone here.]

Hey, whatcha got over here?

[Her two housemates were likely in for a long week.]

D: entertainment overload

[There were so many different games here that Celia initially had no idea what she wanted to try to do first. There were some that she'd decided right away that she wouldn't be doing, as some of these, while they looked interesting, didn't look like anything she'd be particularly good at. For example, that high striker. Sprites weren't exactly very strong physically, so she knew she'd be no good at that. Beyond that, it actually took her some time to pick something to try.

When she finally did pick what she would attempt first, it was the rope ladder challenge.

Somebody save this poor, stupid child.]

G: DO THE THING

[Wildcard option, go!]

[usoda]

Chocolate dipped strawberries!

[ Rena poses at her stall somewhat ridiculously, sweeping in coin from her last customer to the register beneath. Indeed, on the table are several large strawberries dipped in chocolate, white chocolate, caramel drizzles, the works. At a cheap 40 gold each, they're pretty much a steal, too! ]

Are you interested?

[agradecido]

B: Staring Over From Zero in (Yet) Another World

[A brown-skinned elf stand with his hands rest on his hips and sighs.]

Where's Keyleth when you need her most?

[The dust has hardly settled on his boots by the time Zevran stands at the mouth of the property which is, ostensibly, his. For being free, it's not bad? He's seen a lot worse, at least, though not in a while.

He looks over the land: pockmarked, covered in stones and tree limbs, waist-high grass swaying in knotted clumps around overgrown trees. A tatter-eared feral cat is sleeping aloaf on top of the mailbox, one ear flicking in annoyance as he speaks. It's his house, his farm...

And he has no idea what to do with any of it. Someone, please help. :|]


C: Are You Gonna Eat That?

[So, there's a dog selling corn cobs? Which was...odd. But the corn itself is really good--perfectly toasted and drizzled with lime, butter, and with the lingering heat of the powdered chili. It's been a while since he's had roast corn. Of course, there's so much to look at, and whatever you have looks just as interesting.]

Where did you get that?

D: I Skee, You Skee

[Honestly, anything involving a test of aim is just right up his alley. Tickets are tucked into a vest pocket as they come--and he's acquired quite a few. At the moment, he's rolling wooden balls up into the center two pockets until he runs out of them. Feel free to join him, or just ask about the knife you just say flash from under the hem of that vest.]

F: Magic & Explosions Are Never A Bad Combination

[At the tail end of the night, he's leaning against a fence, a cup of fairground lemonade dangling in one hand, seemingly at ease as he watches the night sky come alight. You might not think he's aware you're there, but without looking at you, he strikes up a conversation.]

A person could get used to this, yes?

d

[hornedskull]

[ A skilled arm - Fordola only wanders over because of it. And the knife, of course - you need to be able to see everything an opponent could do. Would do. She watches for a little, before: ]

Keeping sharp. It's easier when it doesn't move.

[ ...Ah. She's talking about targets in general, now. ]

[seasung]

A. Arrival
[Kanata is reading over the bus scheduled posted on the sign next to the stop he'd gotten off at earlier. None of it makes much sense to him though. His shoulders slump slightly as he lets out a breathy sigh. Is this a good thing? Is it bad? He's not quite sure yet.

After a moment more of brooding, he turns his attention towards another newcomer who looks as though they feel just as misplaced as he does.]

It 『seems』 we are in the same boat? I could really use a drink. [Of water, of course.]

Since we are here, shall we go 『explore』 a little?

B. Home Sweet Home
[Oh no. It seems that Kanata might have wandered onto someone else's property while looking for that silly cat. It ran off with his breakfast, you see. It's the third time this week that this has happened, and while he's not particularly mad, he is a little curious. That silly calico... Where did it run off to?

He's about ready to give up and head back home when...

...When he realizes how incredibly lost he is. Oops. With all of these new farms popping up lately, it can be a pretty difficult to navigate the landscape sometimes. How is he supposed to get back home from here?

So, to recap: Kanata lost sight of the cat, doesn't know where he is, and on top of all that, still hasn't eaten breakfast. He's a pretty pitiful sight.

You might find him wandering through your fields, or taking a quick nap underneath one of your shady trees. If he see you first, he'll approach and ask for directions.]

D. Games & Goldfish
[Kanata is manning the goldfish scoop game. He's smiling for the most part, wearing a cheerful expression as he watches his adorable little friends swim around. Every once in a while, you'll spot him leaning closer to the surface of the water in order to offer them advice on how to best avoid getting caught by the paper scoops. He'll gladly welcome any potential players, but every time someone manages to catch one of his beloved goldfish, his expression falls. He looks heartbroken! How could you take his tiny gold friend away from him, random stranger? How???]

Goodbye, little one... It looks like you will be going with this person now. Please do not cry. If you cry, then I will feel like crying as well... Do not worry. It will be okay. You are such a 『brave』 fish...

[And now, after that heartfelt goodbye, he turns his gaze to you, goldfish winner.]

Hmmmph. Well... You won 『fair and square』, I guess. Please take 『care』 of her. If you do not... I will find out.

Wildcard
[Whatever else you would like to do is fine by me. Feel free to assume they're already acquaintances, if that works better for you.]

A.

[usoda]

Hmmm... well, the person I explore with isn't here yet... so yes! I'd love to explore with you!

[ She says it as if she has no doubts he'll appear soon. Where one goes, the other will soon follow, as they say. ]

[takeittothebridge]

B

[During the time he's been here already, Bridge has been doing some preliminary clean-up: pulling weeds, clearing rocks and debris, straightening up the house a little.

By the time the newer arrivals come, the farmland is...still a bit of a mess, but clearer than it had been. There doesn't seem to be anything set up for farming though.

Which is made apparent as he hangs up a sign on the fence that reads "Vacant".]

C

[Bridge spends a lot of time around the food area. It's actually kind of impressive how he manages to pack away so much food.

...Or how he keeps managing to go back for more.]

D

[When he's not eating which honestly, is 90% of the time, Bridge can be found playing some of the games. He spends a lot of time around the Karaoke one, but he lingers around the basketball hoops, skee-ball, knocking down bottles, and duck pond games as well.

Really though, he'll try any of the games at least once.]

F

[After a certain encounter, Bridge could be found in a...rather different form while watching the fireworks.

It's hard to tell what he's really thinking...but the display is still fun to watch.]

G. Wildcard

((OOC: Feel free to make up something else! Bridge can also be found at the concert, but if you have another idea, have at it! Or PM me here or on usamichan13 to plan something out!))

B

[moneymatters]

"Vacant"? Surely you're not goin' to give up already are ye, lad?

[Said a very familiar accented voice from nearby, and if Bridge turned to look there he'd be. Scrooge McDuck, looking a little dirty and dusty, sleeves rolled up and a shovel balanced on his shoulder, but it was him. Familiar down to the last feather.]

All prompts ota!

[thenightsky]

[B. Down on the Farm]

[This was a lot to take in. The last thing Noctis remembered was going to sleep in Olivine, in his cabin with his Pokemon, and then he was here..in Starhue Valley? He still had his Pokemon with him--most of them, at least--but this definitely was Johto. Maybe it was another region all together? No, he couldn't find his Pokegear and the new device he had was completely different and there weren't any familiar numbers saved in.

Great.

The prince got the whole welcome spiel then set out to find his new farm?? (He has a farm now?) Thankfully Shepard was one of the Pokemon still with him and the Midnight Lycanroc was more than happy to help track down the location, bounding ahead to lead the way as Bean the Snorlax stuck close to Noct, Regent the Luxray on his other side. Chocobo the Toucannon was flying overhead to assist in locating the prince's new property and soon enough the troop was there and it..was actually pretty nice.

He just had no idea what to do with it. Farming wasn't exactly one of his skills.]

Well, at least you won't go hungry, huh? [Glancing up at Bean, Noct grinned as the Snorlax rumbled merrily.] Let's take a look around and see what all we've got to work with.

[A click had him stopping before he could get moving and the prince reach for the Pokeball that had opened but he wasn't anywhere near fast enough, the impish little Zorua that appeared on Regent's back grinning as it's tail flicked.]

You little-- [The fox Pokemon yipped and hopped off the growling Luxray's back, taking off towards the farm with the prince following.] Ardyn! Get back here!


[D and F. Games and Fireworks!]

[Despite how disoriented he was by being here and by other things, Noctis hadn't been able to resist the lure of the festival. So with six of his Pokemon in tow, old habits die hard after all, the prince had set out for the evening leaving Bean in charge of looking after the farm. (He figured it might be a good idea not to shock people with the sight of a large Snorlax just yet.)

Moogle the Pichu and Talcott the Chespin had been absolutely thrilled to come along and had taken part in a lot of the games with Noctis while Quay the Popplio and Christian the Lotad had attempted to get involved with some singing contests. (Noct had to carefully steer them away because no one was going to understand them here.) Nyx the Frogadier stayed dutifully at Noct's side the entire time with Ana the Weaville, the pair wary about this new place--even more wary than the prince himself.

By the time the fireworks rolled around though everyone seemed at ease and the group settled in to watch the show, Noct having gotten his hands on a blanket for them to use as they spread out in a grassy spot. The little Pokemon all huddled about, chittering in excitement as the prince stretched his legs out in front of himself and leaned back on his hands, watching the sky but he definitely wasn't there. His thoughts were somewhere else all together.]


[ooc: Feel free to run into them at any of the games because Noct is getting dragged around to all of them!]


[Wildcard!]
Hit me with anything!

b

[roulette_vampire]

[ Whoops, looks like somebody's watching as the Zorua rushes off, with a little laugh. A rather fancy man, with an parasol.

Luckily, he's not. Well, you know. Instead, he gives a few commands with his hands - and there is a... very strong Liepard there, in front of the Zorua.

Like, Level 100 strong, and very well groomed. Honestly, Grimsley was more interested in the fox then the man - approaching. ] Strange - wild Zorua are only native to Alola, are they not? [ oh, grimsley. Oh, he also has his Alolan Persian groomed next to him - he's been on this path to the farms quite a bit. Far better then actually going to his own. Actually working. This is his vacation within a vacation. ]

Undertaker | Kuroshitsuji aka Black Butler

[somakemelaugh]

A. Arrivals and Much More

[He isn’t here because he wants to be. If he had had a choice in the matter, Undertaker would be back in the cozy little cabin he had purchased with Ciel in Riverview, perhaps sitting on the couch with a cup of tea and a book, or deep in a conversation with Albert, who never spoke back to any of them in a way that others could hear. But he isn’t. He’s on a bus now, something he was only familiar with because Riverview had them as well, and on his way to a smaller town, they said, where he would be given a new home.]

[This isn’t England, and it isn’t 1889, but he doesn’t care. He has survived a new place in a new time that tore him out of his reality, only to send him into a new one, and then to another new one. But in a way, it’s worse. In Riverview, he had developed relations with people who meant something to him. Two of those people meant worlds to him. One of them had departed the city before he himself did, but those wounds were still all too fresh. The pain was still all too close to his heart, especially where Vincent and Ciel were concerned. He’d thought he was through with attachments, but Claudia had showed him otherwise, and through that series of events, here he was.]

[The others on the bus went thoroughly ignored as soon as he took his seat in the very back, and had his hair not hung in his face to hide it, he wouldn’t have cared if anyone saw the tears streaming down his cheeks. For once, he couldn’t even manage a false smile.]


B. Home Sweet Home

[The townswoman who led him here - he couldn’t remember her name - was gracious enough to give him a brief introduction of the area and his new farm, most of which went ignored. Something about a festival, something about tools he would need to get the place cleaned and productive again. The reaper’s haze had permanently blurred his vision and the tears welling up did the rest for him, but even he could tell this place needed work.]

[He didn’t have it in him to care. A hole had been opened up inside him and it was everything he had not to let it swallow him right then and there in front of the young lady. But eventually, whether she wondered after his state of mind or not, she left him be and he took the key and entered the cabin. It was empty, save a bed and what he’d learned was called a television. He stood for a moment more before dragging himself to the bed and collapsing over the sheets where he let the pain take him and screamed himself hoarse before falling unconscious into a restless sleep.]


F. Fireworks

[He still hasn’t left the farm, moping about as he tries to come to terms with everything that has happened in so short a time. Seems like it has been far longer than it actually has, but time is something he has working for him. As a grim reaper, death isn’t something that he’s worried about anymore, not where he himself is concerned. From his front porch, sitting on the stairs leading down to a dusty dirt path, he can see the lights from the fireworks display going on in town. Now and then, the world before his eyes brightens a few shades and fades back to darkness again.]

[Once, he turns his head to look down the path that will take him the town. He hasn’t seen it yet and something in him, some distant part, knows he should visit eventually, but not now. His cheeks are still stained with tears, dry for now, but now and then the ache comes rolling back in force and the rivers swell again. He doesn’t need the townsfolk to see him like this anyway.]


G. Wildcard

[Anything else you want to do? I’m all for it! Please poke me here and we’ll discuss! As a note, Undertaker has just been torn out of his previous game and he’s quite upset, as you might have guessed from the prompts. He won’t be himself for a little while as he recovers and gets his feet under him again, but don’t let that scare you off! He’s really an okay guy, if a little creepy!]

F

[sweetlies]

[He's tired. It isn't hard to tire him out though, eye still bandaged as it is, a small bag of belongings over his shoulder and a cupcake he'd found at the festival in hand as he tries to find his way to the little farm Marjorie had shown him earlier.

Tired as he is though, he gets a bit turned around, glancing back each time he hears a firework going off and sighing. At least there's a chance all the noise and lights from them would end by the time he finds his way. Instead, he finds someone elses little cabin and sees them sitting on the porch. Rather than continuing to wander in the dark, he continues forward, intent on asking directions. As he gets closer though, that white hair becomes more distinct and his muscles tense slightly. Like he's waiting to wake from a dream.]

[ballisdeath]

C, D. closed

[ Someone has a handful of junkfood. Fried things on sticks, hot dogs, a plate of elephant ear... and a girl on his arm. He's so happy to be back in his normal clothes and not his god damn green shorts. No more voices in their heads, no more kill or be killed, two times over. He glances at the girl next to him with a wide grin. ]

There's always a silver lining, huh? We've earned it!

[ He stops, seeing one of those 'test your pitching speed' stalls that are usually so rigged. He points at it, excitedly. ]

You want a stuffed animal?

F.

[ Someone's actually... not enjoying the fireworks. After the last several weeks of jumping between worlds and the frightening outcomes laid out within them, he's happy to be somewhere normal but is covering his ears. This is still unsettling, and he's still waiting for the trap to come out that surprise, this is another murder game.

Approach him? He's got his ears covered. ]

[cinnabonjr]

[Faith's looking for a place to sit down to enjoy the fireworks when she notices a guy nearby covering his ears. She can't help but feel like it's such a shame that he seems to be unable to properly enjoy the fireworks and wonders if there's some way she can help.

But he's covering his ears, and even she knows it's probably not a good idea to just sneak up on him. Maybe if she cautiously approaches instead...]

[shadowfrost]

[ ooc: Dialogue in quotations will be Josie. ]

[ B ]

[ Fatima's farm is close to the forest, and it's a decent ways away from her closest neighbor. It's already close to sunset when she and Josie make her way toward her farm, and with the distance, it's only natural monsters from the wilds would be out and about by the time they reach her land.

Monsters aren't so frightening a thing, but they're certainly unexpected. Josie, for his part, doesn't seem at all bothered by them. The cat familiar merely floats beside Fatima as she considers what to do about the slimes she can spot sloshing around the edges of the farm.

If anyone happens to be out at that time of day, or night, as it were, odds are they might catch sight of Fatima and her odd cat friend flinging spells that look like ice magic at slimes and whatever other monsters are creeping out of the darkness near the base of the mountain. ]

[usoda]

Ahh--! A magic caster!

[ Rena raises her hand with a cleaver over her back. She certainly didn't expect to get this far while foraging for wild seeds, but at the same time, look! Other magic casters! She thought the people in her (clearly AU) party had been among the few who could wield magic. ]

Do you need help? Or someone to cheer you on, because I can do that too!

dr julian bashir | star trek ds9 | mostly ota

[salutatories]

A + B. ( for odont )

[ It's a little absurd that he arrived here by bus when the last thing Julian knew, he'd been on a station in deep space. It's even more absurd that... that's how he's expected to get back: by bus. Really, there's a lot of this that borders on the absurd, on weird. But being in Starfleet means weird is part of the job. It wasn't terribly long ago when he'd managed to get thrown into an alternate universe with what were basically dark versions of everyone he knew. Maybe that's what this Marjorie was talking about, in regards to straying from the prime universe? He's not entirely certain about that, but it doesn't matter up until the point he finds that the bus schedule doesn't allow him to go back right away.

For the moment, he's stuck exploring this... pocket of the multiverse, or whatever it is. Finding a way to fit in, although if it's true that this place is bringing people in from all over, then the prime directive doesn't apply - he's not going to be interfering in the natural development of this place's society anyway. Again, if it's true, otherwise Marjorie might just be delusional, but that wouldn't explain how he got here. Maybe he's the one delusional? Having vivid hallucinations? Still asleep and dreaming? Somehow, the explanation Marjorie gave feels like the most likely, the most true. Even so, even if the Federation is a trillion light-years and entire universes away, it'd probably be prudent to still stifle and hide his genetically enhanced abilities, no reason to change that behavior now. He's been actively hiding who he really is for half his life at this point.

He leaves the buses to find the farmland marked on his map as his own. He's surprised to find someone already there, and more than surprised to find that it's Odo. He'd recognize him anywhere, he's very distinctive, and after the other night and the revelation that they have this soulmate bond, well... Maybe it is a dream? Either way, there's a smile on the doctor's face as he walks up to the Constable. ]

Let me guess... Something about diversion from the "prime universe" and a "call to the heart"? Or did you receive a different explanation entirely?

D. choose a duck ( open! )

[ For pretty much any of these games, it would be so easy to let himself use his full abilities, to win, so long as who he was up against was human, or had the equivalent of human abilities, since his were far superior. He's grown accustomed to fouling up, though, to downplaying, to losing on purpose, when necessary. To fake being normal. It's almost to the point where it's easier to pretend than it is to let his body do what it wants to naturally. (Ha, naturally, right.)

However, there's one game that doesn't require use of any of his abilities, is a game of chance even more so than most "games of chance" he's ever played (of course, Ferengi rarely leave things up to chance): duck pond. Yet the duck he chooses at random nets him a prize, and he gets to pick from a selection of medium-sized plushes and toys and other things. He's not sure which to pick, what he'll even do with it, even if his brain is helpfully supplying him with: "Name it Kukalaka the Second?" He turns to the nearest passerby or person playing the game and asks, voice friendly and amused: ]

Any suggestions?

F. even brighter than ( open! )

[ It's been a while since Julian's last paid witness to a fireworks show. This one is pretty glorious as well, he'll admit. He finds a good place to sit in the grass on the hill, making it easy to lay back so he won't get a crick in his neck from tilting it upward the whole time. So long as someone's nearby, he'll speak. ]

With all the cosmic events I've had the good fortune to see in my life, you'd think a simple fireworks show would hold less wonder for me. But they never do.

G. ( wildcard it! )
[Do what you wanna, or feel free to plot with me via discord at soap#6671 or at favors.]

D

[impossibilities]

The plush snake. [Grainne responds promptly. It's become sort of a joke for her. Snakes, druids, an island that never actually had any of the scaled sort. ] He looks like a Harold, to me.

[She hadn't really meant to play, she just found herself in line for the duck game by accident, and decided to stay.]


Have you been here long? I do not think I saw you on the bus I came on. My name is Grainne.

[standingonmyneck]

D for...Daria:

[Believe it or not: this girl was a good gamer. Though obviously, she would rather play the electronic kind. Those did not exist here. Obviously. Though this was the fare that they had in Koriko, and to be perfectly honest...after her third time going through with this, at least it was something quaint and familiar. For once, it beat staying indoors. Considering her shack of a home is her worst living situation yet.

Let's not make a habit of these outings; she sarcastically told herself in her head.

Anyway, she spent most of her time by target practice style games. Particularly any with any toy rifles. She had the calm sharp focus to kick ass at them, and probably won a whole pile of stuffed animals she didn't even want.

Old friends would get one if they asked. Nice people might too, if you're ACTUALLY nice. She was bored and in a weird okay mood for the situation, mainly because she was too apathetic to make a fuss.]

Fireworks:

[It felt even more familiar now. Sitting by the tree as she just watched the fireworks. Just like...Koriko, yet again. Like if she went to sleep tonight, she would find herself back in the employee quarters. But she knew that wasn't to happen, she was far too logical for that. Besides, that didn't account for the time spent in Progress City, which was a time to remember. For better and/or for worse. Mostly worse.

Still.

Ah, whatever.

She would get up and start heading out.

But it was dark, and she had glasses, and there were flashing lights. It was highly likely she would accidentally nudge into someone in the crowd to get out. Oops.]

WILDCARD!

[She actually hung around for a while. Weird, I know. For an indoors girl. She certainly had food and played some more games just to kill time.]

D.

[beautyrest]

Ah! You're a wonderful markswoman! [Aurora smiled beside her, having paused to watch Daria hit every target.] You had such a focus on everything, it was spectular to watch. [Aurora offered, quite sincerely. While she had never seen a device like what Daria was holding, she did know what a marksman was on a whole. Crossbows were still around, surprisingly.]

d - games - test your strength

[zenos]

[ In all fairness, Zenos yae Galvus hasn't truly considered all of his options in this strange, strange place. All he knows is there's some bizarre on-goings happening, things that even he doesn't quite understand and just the thought of that is enough to have the Garlean digging his heels in on returning home. Perhaps if he can garner an understanding of the powers at work he can then look to harnessing it. Everything is useful at the end of the day when it comes to better oneself in the pursuit of power.

It doesn't really explain why he's standing there, around about the eight foot tall mark, large and imposing in his armor sans helm as he watches everyone walking to and fro without him saying a word. Anyone with an ounce of survival instincts would recognise someone dangerous, the kind of large predator that is currently wondering when to attack rather than if. There's little doubt in Zenos's mind that he could do a lot of damage in a short time during this festival (if that was what one could call it). Everyone is so focused on having fun that the majority don't seem to have even thought to bring weapons let alone taking stock of their surroundings in case of an attack.

How disappointing. There's no fun to it if they don't fight back.

Zenos moves slightly, shifting idly from one foot to the other and ignoring the nearby person asking him to test his strength with a hammer. Really, there are better things to be doing and the Garlean is all for going back to his idle musings when the nearby person asks if he's a coward for not trying it. Coward. One of the last things anyone had said to him. Now he's got to try it and it's with a slow, almost lazy movement that Zenos takes the hammer and swings it hard enough that the bell not only rings but shatters. The wooden pole holding it up splints and slowly keels over, sending up dust as it hits the ground.

Zenos doesn't know what he expected, but that was too easy and also disappointing. This place will hold no challenges for him for now. He glances over at the hammer in his hands, expression vaguely contemplative as he talks to no-one in particular. The owner of the attraction is quite rightly making sure to stay out of Zenos's way.]

Maybe I'll keep this.

[hornedskull]

[ It did not take much for Fordola to see Zenos - to see his display of strength. One of the reasons she had not slipped away and become Ifrit in Eorzea - for he would force her to burn away to embers. She did not consider that he was another Zenos. Even if Fordola did, did it matter? Lord Zenos was Lord Zenos, no matter what.

Her first mistake, however, was alerting him to her presence - though she looked almost the same, her eyes burned golden, her teeth were heavily fanged. Hatred flowed though her - more then usual. (Hatred was what she used to power herself. And now, with the prayers she longed for? Oh, she would get them here.) Her second was to speak up, glaring at the owner of the attraction. ]

These machines are pathetic.

[i_am_here]

B
Home sweet home. Toshinori was laying in a hammock, just resting. He could hear the sound of people partying down the road and while he was loathe to get out of bed, he was really hungry.

Perhaps someone could convince him to do so?

C

Toshinori had been dining when he had arrived at the celebration. His farm was still a shambles, but he had been healing from his injuries for a while now. Fortunately, there had been some kind locals who had cleared off a space for him to plant those starter parsnips.

Loading up on protein, he was eating at a steady pace, waving at people he knew and people he didn't.


Wildcard

[Perhaps watching the ducks on the river? Or getting a checkup? You decide!]

C

[alloutoflove]

[ Well, some of the strangers he waves to might not respond, but this one does. If anything, she seems to be overly excited about responding, waving back with an intensity that almost (almost!) smacks into one of the guys standing around her.

For her part, she's also got a skewer of meat clutched in her free hand, bouncing a little on the balls of her feet. In fact-- ]

Hiii~i! It's a nice day, isn't it?

[ --she's wandering straight over, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed.

Literally, I mean; she's got a fluffy striped red-and-black tail curled behind her. ]

Era Ra (Warrior of Light) ☘ Final Fantasy XIV

[astralera]

☘ Home Sweet Home

[ Era is more than a bit overwhelmed, all things considered. This is the second time she's woken up in a world that is not her home, though this is the first time it was not Eorzea. So many things are new, strange, and discomfiting, especially as she tries to recover from her very unwelcome 'vacation' with Garlean scientists.

Nature is a constant, however. Trees are trees, grass is grass, and plants are plants. Era may not have recovered enough physically to clear the farmland herself just yet but she has been examining all that she can, relishing in the familiarity of taking notes about each plant or insect she discovers. Being outdoors is welcome after her recent weeks of claustrophobic conditions. Lungfuls of fresh air, the sky wide and open above her, a warm breeze soothing the tender skin where her scales have halfway grown back in.

Clearing rocks and stumps may be a bit beyond her for the time being, but Era is enjoying herself as she digs through the soil with gloved hands, pulling out weeds by the root. She places them all in a basket beside where she kneels, fully aware of what is edible and what is not. Apparently they are worthless on the market but food is food is food, especially when you're recovering from a period of starvation... And also a short bout of going Primal. ]

☘ Food Stalls

[ Food is food is food and Era is more than eager to indulge in everything edible she can get her hands on no matter how unappetizing it may seem, fully intending on eating at least her entire body weight worth of food by the end of the night. Given the speed at which she devours everything and the consistent pace she's going at it isn't outside the realm of possibility.]

☘ Games

[ While in good health Era would have tried all of the games, but tonight she is continuing to take it easy. What that means in this case is that one tiny Raen woman can be found catching goldfish with increasingly expert precision.

Would anyone care for a fish? ]

☘ Wildcard

((ooc: toss whatever you'd like to my way and i will roll with it! or contact me at froakie or on Discord at Era Ra#4916 ))

Food Stalls

[inthemiddle]

[Not that there is any competition at hand, but once Silas got started, he was easily devouring his own weight in food. Gluttony was his vice of choice, needing something to overindulge in. It's not a given trait to the druids, but Silas in particular had a bottomless stomach and appetite to match.

The festival was easy to at least blend in with. He'd very much tried to not double back to any stalls too quickly. In a few cases, it can't really be helped... or by Silas it can't be helped.

By the third time he's run into Era doing the same thing, he has to give a withered kind of laugh to acknowledge it]

Ah, w, well, at least I'm not the only person who can't have enough?

OTA

[provokedultimatum]

Wildcard

A very late bus draws up at the bus stop, lights cutting easily through the dark. The doors open and off he bus stumbles a very tall woman dressed in plate mail, blue hair dishevelled, and slightly bloodied.

She sways in place slightly and squints down at the map she was handed...

D

After being patched up and settled in to her farm of all things, Athala had taken to skulking around the celebrations, trying to avoid most people. A task made easier by the fact that she had changed out of her armour and into a tightly-fitted, long sleeved red t-shirt, skinny jeans, and some Doc Martens.

Eventually she spotted the strength game, and she sidled over, might as well have some fun if she was going to be stuck here.

D

[arroganceandangst]

Aragibal had already set up his own little plot of land and changed into some shorts, sandals, and a tank. He had already downed three ales and was on his fourth - tipsy but not quite drunk yet, wandering around the festival. Admittedly he was probably staring at all of the women (who were definitely of age ofc), really enjoying the festivities. He was glad to be here where he didn't have to panic at the idea of fighting Kefka.

He had wandered into the game area, stopping as he saw a head of blue hair on a tall woman that looked rather familiar. He approached her, his tail swaying excitedly. "Athala!" She turned to look at him at the call of her name and he grinned. "So that's what you look like out of your armor!" He couldn't help but check her out - she really was stunning. His eyes ended up back on her face and stayed there, though it was clear he approved of what he saw. "You got brought here too!? That's great!"

[4leafhair]

A-B) I'm here, I'm here!

Yotsuba's getting used to waking up in strange places. This time it was on a bus, and she knows about buses. At least Cicada-chan is here, and it's warm and comfortable when she wakes up. As she wanders off when the bus stops, the voice leads her to her farm. Immediately, she notices the states of her farm, and sings. "Weeds, weeds~ Yotsuba and Cicada-chan are all grown up in our new house!"

C) A growing girl

There's a festival! Yotsuba knows about these, too, but this one is different. She's excited, certainly, and almost overwhelmed... Then she sees the food and her eyes go wide. She knows better than to spend all her money right away now at least. She learned that much in Johto! So instead she just watches people cook. "That one! That one looks de-li-cious!"

D) Can I try???

"Yotsuba wants a turn!" A gangly preteen-looking girl, a little on the short side so probably not much more than 10, raises her hand urgently. It's clear she's eager, but whether or not she has money - or a parent here - is not nearly so apparent.

F) Zzzzz....

Yep. That's Yotsuba, asleep under the tables. Somebody take her... someplace she won't get stepped on.

D

[usoda]

Oh my gosh.

She's so cute.

Rena can't stop herself. She empties the bag of coins she exchanged her money from home for on the game's table. The carnie quickly sweeps it up and Rena isn't even bothered. Look at this cute little one! Look! Give her all the things she wants! Absolutely weak, she nearly forgets to ask the pressing question.

"Aaaah... Where are your parents? It's dangerous to wander alone..." ... but immediately, she charges right back up. "But don't fear, because I'll protect you!"