Who: Open to EVERYONE!
What: It's time for a festival! Enjoy yourselves... WHILE YOU STILL CAN!
Where: Eastern District
When: August 7th - All Day
Warnings: Who knows?
Notes: There will be a separate thread labeled for 'WISHES', just to keep track of who wishes for what. No need to pose anything fancy, just what your character writes down. Also
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Strength.
Simple, on the surface, but there was more to it than just that. Different kinds of strength. Physical strength, strength of heart, of mind, of will. Strength enough to protect those she cared about. To protect everyone. It was what she strived for, and for some time, she actually thought she'd found it, not realizing how far out of her reach it had truly been.
At least, that was, until now.
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He'd thought about what to write: what did he wish for? That he could do more: save lives...somehow...when all he knows how to do is kill. That the Autobots, somehow, survived. That the war eventually ended. That they all, somehow, found a peace they could live with. That Cybertron would be reborn, better: no one left out, no one to suffer while others flaunted their casual wealth. How do you boil that down?
He doesn't know kanji, so his is written in Cybertronian--the fast, slightly sloppy script of someone not used to having a lot of time to make things neat, much less pretty.
To get it right this time
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"Ta-na-BA-ta Day!"
"Ta...bage..."
"Tanabata Day!"
"Ta..."
"Tanabata!"
"GARBAGE DAY!"
Orihime busted into peals of laughter. The garbage cans in this district were SO AWESOME. "Ah ha ha ha ha, that's close enough!" She wiped the tears from her eyes, and glanced up, spotting the top of Drift's head peeking out from above a nearby building. She crossed the street, a stick of odango held lightly in her fingers, and cheerfully saluted the metal giant.
"Happy Tanabata, Drift-san!"
"GARBAGE DAY!"
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"Uh, sure." She was going to make him ask, wasn't she? He sighed. "So what's this whole Tanabata thing?"
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She planted her fists on her hips, smiling cheerfully. "Glad you decided to come check things out. Enjoying it so far?"
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The bright colors and the variety of tents and booths kept the eye busy, so it was saying something when Yuffie kept most of her attention focused on Nash than anything else...though she did give the dunk tank a long look. But as she couldn't see who was being dunked, she decided she didn't care that much. Now if it were Sephiroth sitting up there...
"So what are the festivals like on your world?" she asked, one arm hooked through his, holding a chocolate-dipped banana in the other that she enjoyed at her leisure. "Anything like this?"
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The yakitori sticks had been more favored by the Harmonian, and he'd already gone through two and was half-way through his last when Yuffie asked her question. "Well, back home we didn't really have things like this. Harmonia isn't much of a casual city. I think the only party-like events I'd ever attended then were formal functions. I've heard there's some festivals in the towns back in the Grasslands, but I haven't been around there long enough to experience them for myself."
He absently spun the stick of chicken between his finger and thumb. "How about you? You have this sort of thing back where you're from?"
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Raye had mentioned before that she enjoyed singing and he'd cracked jokes about having her serenade him, but...she really was good. Leaning back against the side wall of a nearby booth, Rex stood by and listened. He wasn't sure if these were songs she had written or popular ones from her world. And the second one? Well. He couldn't help but take it on a more personal level, given who was singing it. A fond smile touched his lips and he made a mental note to ask her later if she would sing again sometime, though just for him. The sound of her voice was doing wonders to set him at ease after everything the city had been through recently.
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Eventually her eyes found Rex, and the change of her expression as she sang was immediate. Her lashes lowered faintly as her dark eyes sparkled, her smile taking on exponential warmth. She held his gaze for a long moment before professionally moving on, but the look she gave him was clear: she was glad he'd come to listen, and she definitely wanted him to think she'd written this song just for him.
Because in a way, she had. She just hadn't known it at the time.
When Raye finally finished her three songs, she surrendered the microphone to the next person in line and stepped down from the stage. "Hey," she smiled, kissing his cheek. "Give me just a minute to go change, okay?"
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When Raye finished her set and met up with him, he accepted the kiss to the cheek before giving her one in return. "Sure thing. Did you want me to wait right here for you?"
He wanted to compliment her on her performance, but figured it would be easier to wait until she'd returned. They would have the evening together after that and there would be more than enough time for him to flatter and flirt shamelessly with her.
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