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[enigmaestro]

Who: Everyone at the State Island Renn Faire.
When: From noon 4/29 to 11:59pm 5/2
Where: Staten Island.
Summary: Reality is temporarily broken as demonic forces accidentally make a Renn Faire very real.
Warnings: None?
Format: Whatever thou doth deign upon.

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NORTH

[enigmaestro]

[The Northern Trident edge holds a great majesty, from the Royal Palace to the very fine winery. Enjoy yourself at the sprawl of taverns, but keep your tongue in check; the gallows and the stocks lurk just midway between the King’s luxury and the dirt of bawdy fun.]

locked; to selina

[enigmaestro]

He had made the arrangement with Selina: meet at the White Hart tavern by half past eleven, be armed with a tankard of grog. He had, predictably, come a quarter of an hour earlier, keen to scope the lay of the land. He had already lost Eridan, and he felt little to no guilt over the presumed lonely stroll the kid would have to endure. Maybe that would teach the boy to avoid foolhardy spats with psychotic clowns. Maybe.Although truthfully, the detective knew better

[meowminx]

It probably wasn't much of a surprise considering that she ran around rooftops in leather and spandex, but Selina had a fondness for costumes and disguises. There was the power they brought, true. But beyond that, they were fun.

Apparently this thing was a pretty big deal to some. It had been a bit of work to put together an outfit so last minute, but having a lot of money helped. She was rather pleased with the effect. The brocade corset coat was the centerpiece, the plain shirt underneath, tan leather leggings, and thigh-high back boots providing a suitable backdrop. Black gloves and a black lace mask topped off the ensemble.

Her whip was tucked in one boot (just like old times) and a period-appropriate knife in the other. Just in case someone, say Norman, was stupid enough to try something.

She obtained the booze first, as per Eddie's suggestion. He was easy enough to spot in the crowd. She just had to keep an eye out for the right colors. She tipped him a little wave as she made her way over.

[enigmaestro]

"Selina," he cooed once she came into earshot. The surrounding crowd was rowdy, but hardly unbearable, and Eddie was able to welcome her with a spread of his hands. An easy smile lay on his lips.

"Don't you look divine? Quite your color." His eyes slid down to her stashed away whip, but his kept his smirk in check. Standing, he performed a customary nod of his head as he pulled out her chair for her. It was an unnecessary spot of show, something he wagered would either mildly amuse Selina or incite her disdain, but regardless of the result he simply couldn't deny the opportunity. How often did one have at playing lord to a lady?

"Glad you could make it. Seen anything interesting yet? Because I could have sworn I crossed paths with a childlike gremlin, but that seems like a cruel description," he said with a wink and a toast of his goblet. "To all gremlin kind, I mean."

WEST

[enigmaestro]

[The westward corner is artisan’s lane - crafts of all kinds are found here. Poets and musicians flock to the Lyric Stage, and the evenings here are often flushed with romance and young flirtation. But not all is innocent and mild; just a few lengths away is the Darkwood Forest, a place rumored to hold beasts of mythical nature.]

(locked and i doubt i have to tell you to who.)

[inthirds]

At the moment, was a lot easier to believe the gigantic number of people living in the City - it felt like they were all in the same damn place. Congested as the streets were at time, one could at least navigate without nearly tripping over a stroller or being held up by teenagers wearing viking helmets and joking about drinking horns. This was just...Well. The social butterfly that Zelgadis wasn't was making great strides in the deterioration of his teeth by grinding them in agitation.

Do people not know how to walk anymore?!

The pain of pace was enough, but the spectacle that the whole affair was brought out a new kind of bold reaction from people that he could've gone well without, good spirits or not. He'd have nothing against girls giggling or children gawking at him had it not been solely because of his hideous face, and such things weren't alien to him on a normal day, but with so many damn people covering every inch of the fairgrounds...!

Fortunately (or just sadly, whatishislife), it was all starting to blend together into

(no, come on zelgadis, enlighten the poor audience.)

[speedofnaked]

While not as bad in a mob as her unfortunately-hued companion, Terra wasn't much gladdened for the dense number crowding the fat pathways. At least it was impossible for them to truly get separated; with her Esper powers returned to her, magic always stood out like flames on a dark beach, almost impossible to miss. She'd be able to find him - and, for that matter, certain other magic-users of her acquaintance - in a crowd even if she were deafened and blinded. It made crowd navigation a little easier, if the hand latched to his sleeve unnecessary

(FINE. LOCKED TO MY FRIEND WHO IS A GIRL WHO IS NOT MY GIRLFRIEND.)

[inthirds]

Zelgadis' head turned to glance Terra's change in direction, having to cross-step to get back in front of her and part the ocean of people. Thankfully, it wasn't a terribly long or troublesome trek - just a bit of effort to get the heaps of noisy young boys away from the sharp-pointies outside of the makeshift booth on display.

He already had gotten the one, sure, but the opportunity to browse for something like a sword was obviously rare in such a setting. It was worth braving the fun-seeking masses. Or...it was four hours ago. But they'd already found the damn place after hours of meandering and side-stops (girls and clothes...), so he wasn't about to high-tail it just yet.

With luck, the steel in that place would've been made by someone who actually knew the function of the thing...

SOUTH

[enigmaestro]

[The Southern tip holds excitement, from the jousting tournaments upon the King’s Field, to gamblings on Fortune’s Stage. Take heed, for this section of the land is where the rogues and thieves congregate, and it is rumored that under Fortune’s Stage lies a cavern meant for only outlaw eyes.]

[fantasycliche]

[ Finally, a part of this strange new plane that isn't absolutely bewildering and insane. Pleased as she is to find such a corner of the world, Khisanth wastes no time in shedding that stupid human shape and taking up a lounge around the spire of St. George's Chapel. mmmm comfy. So she's just hangin' out up here, wings idly fanning to keep cool, tip of her long tail contentedly twitching, and mostly ignoring the various looks that humans toss up at her. She'd already eaten earlier, after all.

...But despite that, those ponies at the pony ride not too far off look really really tasty. ]

[outspeeds]

[ Bart could not figure out if that dragon perched on the spire was real or a very convincing animatronic. All signs --like the fanning of its wings, the occasional twitching of its tail, and the fact that no wires or electronics were in sight-- pointed to 'real'. Still, he was very eager to find out. And that probably had something to do with the fact that a real dragon would be the coolest thing ever. (He's played way too many fantasy games.)

Since he wasn't in his Impulse costume --if only for the reason it did not match what everybody else was wearing -- he could not simply scale the chapel. Stairs it was, then. It won't be long before a hatchling in a fake beard, silly robe and sillier wizard's hat pokes his head out of the highest window. As far as he can, he turns his head toward the spire. ]

Cooooool.

[fantasycliche]

[ The black head cocks, one orange eye tilts down to inspect whoever it is down there. And then, if a dragon's face is capable of making an expression of distaste (it is, it just depends on who's trying to read its expressions), a look of distaste is exactly what she aims down at him. ]

Oh. It's you.

OPEN;

[arachnopho8ia]

At ten o'clock in the morning a teenage girl arrived, all dressed up in swashbuckling pirate gear and clutching a fake sword. The fake sword was pretty stupid, actually. These humans just wouldn't take her dicekind specibus seriously. That was their loss. But, as it turned out, coming in the first place was her loss. She'd heard there would be gr8 loot to be had, but this was just the usual cheap shit! Those humans had tricked her. But maybe she'd stay just a little longer and see if they were hiding something

[ribbotic]

And on the shore, a young woman is glaring quite intensely at the distant blue figure. This is everything Aradia Megido can't stand; the treasuremongering, the greed, the cruelty and sheer mindless selfishness that completely bypasses the real joy of adventuring in the first place. Her right hand goes to her whip, which lies holstered, after a fashion, via the sash at her waist. It's kind of useless considering her psychic powers, but it's also fun! And Aradia totally understands the importance of fun, if only for the next three days.

Perhaps there's something else behind her indignation, something that has nothing at all to do with the current situation, but whatever that might be is far too elusive and slippery for her to consider. Instead, she rises from the ground, paying no heed to any exclamations of shock from the more mundane townspeople, and proceeds to fly over the lake in the ship's general direction. This is an amazing plan, okay.

Open: Come slay the minotaur! Or...well...try.

[notyourutopian]

Eleanor had not come to the faire in costume...in fact, she hadn't even known people did that until she arrived, and she was a little sad about it because the costumes just seemed so...neat. Interesting, rather. Or fascinating. Or also just a bit hot but she didn't mind heat.

So she'd bought one. A lovely green dress that mostly fit and was big and swishy and showed off a bit more of her chest than she was entirely comfortable with but that seemed to be the style...and since everyone else was having fun, well...she wasn't going to worry about it. At least..until everything started to go rather odd.

She hadn't realized it for a few minutes, that the fake-english accents had suddenly become real english accents, or that she herself was using one and couldn't stop. She was at least grateful that she was still herself, judging by how some people appeared to have been completely taken over by their characters

[batghoul]

Cass hadn't bothered with a costume. She wore one every night, and she knew a little bit about costumes, and these were just ridiculous. The women were all in uncomfortable-looking dresses, and some of the men had enough armor on that it looked almost impossible to move. So she wandered around the event, wondering what language most of the people were speaking before noticing Eleanor at the edge of the woods. Even without the bulky diving suit, she could recognize her as the girl she teamed up with during the Joker incident.

She was walking over to say hi when she caught sight of the same thing Eleanor did--something big, and not human, darting through the trees. And as Eleanor followed it into the woods, Cass sped up to catch her.

[notyourutopian]

Eleanor didn't actually go far into the forest, following the creature while keeping the faire itself in sight, her hands holding up bunches of her dress to make sure she didn't step on it. She had a feeling the garment was probably doomed but she rather hoped it wasn't...she liked this dress.

Some other motion caught her eye and she glanced back for a second to spot...another girl following her. Huh. It took a few seconds for her to recognize her, but then she smiled and nodded her head...before she resumed following the large creature. Which seemed to be getting closer to the faire now. Hrm.

[batghoul]

Cass nodded wordlessly in response. Last time she'd fought alongside Eleanor, she'd had some kind of suit. She couldn't help but wonder if the girl was as durable without it, and if Cass should maybe take point. Especially since whatever they were chasing was getting closer. She wasn't too concerned, though. She'd fought big things before.