RP: Arts Festival - Day Three

[shh_su]

Date: 12 August 2005
Characters: Su, Caradoc, Rabastan, Kinsley, Padma, Parvati, Cedric, Dean, Marcus, Irma, Narcissa, Filch, anyone and everyone
Location: Streets of Stoatshead Hill [Arts Festival Area]
Status: Very Public
Summary: It's the final day of the Arts Festival
Completion: Incomplete

Comments

[shh_filch]

This work wasn't too hard at all. Good money for what he was doing. Hopefully the Rabastan bloke (he'd decided he preferred to think of him like that, rather than as 'Lestrange', which had far too many connotations he didn't like) would have other work for him in the future.

The elves were fairly well behaved. A few times an hour he had to direct them away from their compulsions to clean spills that didn't need cleaning just now and go and do things more important, and once he had to break up a cluster of them fussing over a child with a grazed knee, but all in all they were good workers.

He didn't know much about the art stuff, and some of the things he overheard as he moved around the background made him think they were all a bunch of snobs, but some of it was interesting, too. Those girls in the Inidian clothes had been good, for a start.

Mostly he kept out of people's way and kept an eye on the elves. better than people, that was for sure - not layabouts like so many of the sods he'd worked on the docks with. He'd forgotten that elves were like that.

[shh_rabastan]

Hickey knew it was her turn to clean the ice cream stall and kids area, but Ronk kept saying it was his turn. "Mister Filth! Ronk is not letting Hickey takes her turns cleaning!" She cried and pointed at the older, larger elf who was doing her work.