Log; Ongoing

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

When; May 1, all day
Rating; PG? PG13? Medieval sports violence?
Characters; Open, but characters with ill intentions beware of Narnia's zero tolerance policy.
Summary; Lucy's birthday celebration begins late morning with a tournament till sunset and general merrymaking afterward into the evening. Presents not required but probably a perk.
Log;

[ooc: "It's a field!" For more references this is the poly_tldr tourney post, this is the 1st IC tourney post, and this is the 2nd IC tourney post! Consolidating into one log instead of two, so label subject lines accordingly whether it's "Match: Spy vs. Spy" or "Spectator~" or "Evening Party: Open" etc. etc. Have fun!]

Comments

~Spectator~ || Open

[basstardchuck.livejournal.com]

He lowered his glasses and looked at Mickey over the rims. He was not really buying it, but for the moment he didn't care what happened. He pushed the glasses back up and shrugs.

"Looks like a very painful one... Shouldn't you be sitting down?" he asked and looked around trying to locate a chair or something similar.

~Spectator~ || Open

[lovingmybamfgun.livejournal.com]

"Nah, no, I'm fine," Mickey lied again and leaned on the railing.

He tried to hide how uncomfortable he felt and how it probably would be best if he just sat down.

"Looks interesting. So who's on there now, then?"

~Spectator~ || Open

[basstardchuck.livejournal.com]

If Mickey wanted to play a martyr, it wasn't Chuck's business to comment on it. So he just shrugged and smiled, looking back at people on the feild.

"I honestly don't know. I'm waiting for a friend of mine, Caspian. He organized this thing and is supposed to take part in the competition. You can say I'm just a cheerleader," he sent Mickey a lazy smile and raised his coffee cup. "Go team."

He couldn't keep the straight face and snorted, taking a sip of his coffee.

~Spectator~ || Open *LURKS LIKE A LURKING THING*

[parallel-blond.livejournal.com]

Jake hadn't been very interested in the tournament when he'd first heard about it, and now, with the weight of everything from the past few days hanging over him, he really hadn't. But now that he was actually there, something about the excitement made him feel kind of... happier.

It wasn't hard at all to find Chuck, but Mickey was also there, and Jake was still... well, ok, he didn't know exactly how he felt toward his best friend right now. So he hung around in the background, watching the people, but mostly keeping an eye on the two.

[ooc: so yeah, he's just here hanging out and lurking (I do like that word :-D), and I'll reply to Chuck's main comment with actual conversation for those two.

~Spectator~ || Open

[lovingmybamfgun.livejournal.com]

"Oh, yeah, Caspian, talked to him a few times."

Mickey felt a bit awkward around Chuck, especially now he frankly looked rather ridiculous. He also didn't really get a feel that Chuck would be the type of person he could hang out with. They were far too different.

"Hey, see you later."

He went to find a place to sit.