Spring Festival [OPEN TO ALL!]

[deadly_legacy]

When; Friday, April 6 2012, afternoon into night
Rating; Various! Warn if you need to on individual threads.
Characters; EVERYONE EVER!
Summary; Spring festival
Log;

Xanadu is buzzing this afternoon with with food stands and booths with games to play and trinkets to sell or win. There are a couple of stages where people play instruments, sing, juggle, and otherwise entertain.

People donated money, time and materials to bring everything together. Some areas are very polished and professional while others have more of a homemade touch, but it blends together nicely and there is a little something for everyone. A little further from the main attractions there is space for relaxing or playing a game of frisbee or catch.

As the evening settles upon the City, paper lanterns light up an outdoor dance floor and a band plays a range of music from romantic to spirited. There are also tables set up for those who would prefer to star or people gaze.

(OOC: As mentioned here please feel free to have your character/business set up a booth or stand or to be performing under the appropriate headings! They can be doing if for money, free, or charity. General Mingle | Booths: Games/Merchandise | Food Stands | Entertainment/Street Performers | Dance)

Comments

[charring]

[Hi, Howard. There's a Charlie walking up to you with a grin. She's also feeling just a bit out of place in this situation but a familiar face helps.] Hi. Here by yourself?

[archivy]

[ Perhaps it is of some sense of stubborn hope— to see how he'll behave, if there was any base to the weekend at all, even though she's told herself not to think on it. Perhaps she only wanted to pet Pancake. Either way, she's rubbing the dog's stomach with something approaching enthusiasm. ]

Are you enjoying the festival, Mr Eames? [ She can hardly call him Poppa anymore. ]

[captaininnuendo]

[The word 'forward' could be Jack's middle name, along with a dozen or so other adjectives. He flashes a brilliant grin, tilting his head slightly in Eames's direction.] Oh I'm always gracious when it comes to my own company.

[He offers a hand to the other in greeting.] Jack Harkness.

[ex_bloodcakedarmor707]

[He won't stop petting Pancake yet. Derek loves dogs, misses his own from back home but is unwilling to commit to one here. Which probably says a lot about how he feels about the City.]

Pancake? Alright then. Hey there, Pancake. Little dog hair never hurts. [He looks up to Eames and grins.] Enjoying the party?

[ex_bloodcakedarmor707]

That was the idea. [He holds a hand out to her.] You game?

[the_dawnster]

[And here's Dawn, bounding over to you and giving you a hug cause personal space, what? She loves parties and is bopping here and there and everywhere. You're next on her bopping agenda, Howard.]

Hello Howard! Why so alone and solitary and taciturn looking? You know that sad and parties don't go well together, right? I mean unless you're singing that song 'It's My Party'. Then you can cry if you want to.

[signatures]

[ And arrogant, to boot. Eames keeps these all under certain tabs, though he waits to form any real personal opinion until he's gotten more under his marker. For now, he does remain mildly entertained at the other man's behavior - in the City especially it's been awhile since he's been so explicitly flirted with, after all. He does grant Jack a simple handshake, though. ]

Eames. A pleasure, Mister Harkness. I think you're the first who hasn't tried to speak to the dog, first.

[signatures]

[ Little dog hair always hurts when it gets all over your dark clothes, Derek. Still, his mouth curls upward a bit, gesturing to the two men currently juggling balls of fire between them. ]

It has its merits. And you?

[signatures]

It's all right. I really enjoyed that Lantern festival we had the month previous, though. [ At least the owner with the kebab stand came out to this one, too. He leans forward on the bench a little, bracing his arms on his thighs as he gazes down at her. ]

Are you? I'm surprised Mister Leon isn't with you.

Dawn Summers - OPEN

[the_dawnster]

[Wearing THIS in a light lilac color, Dawn is going to be near the dance floor the whole night because she really loves dancing and will snag any excuse to do so. So whether she's by herself or with a partner, she'll be on the dance floor or near it. Feel free to bug her or dance with her!]

[Open to all]

[livingmyths]

Rain wasn't much of a one for big gatherings, but the paper lanterns and just magicalness of it all drew her down from the rooftop perch above the Library to linger on the fringes of the festival.

[archivy]

He is not required to be with me at all times. [ Especially considering that she can generally defend herself very well. It isn't that she requires a bodyguard all the time (though there have been instances) as that she is still too young to live on her own. The term bodyguard and the term babysitter are, in this case, somewhat interchangeable, though neither truly applies. ]

I like it well enough.

[Open to all]

[coyote_walking]

Mercy really hadn't wanted to come out, so she was mostly here to prove that she could. She wandered a bit with a cold drink in her hand, stopping here and there to look at something in one of the booths or to watch some of the performers/

[signatures]

[ Not required. Still, letting a young girl wander around Xanadu all by herself seems somewhat lacking in forethought - he doesn't have to remotely desire to be a parent to know that. But it's none of his business, so he only nods somewhat, fingers linking together. ]

There's a kebab cart here that sells excellent food, if you're hungry.

IVY [ open ]

[archivy]

[ She's keeping to the outskirts of the festival, wandering around and looking at some of the booths.

Feel free to run into her (literally, too, if your eyes are a bit further up than her level). ]

[archivy]

[ Regarding any other child, she would agree, but where she herself is concerned, the rules are sometimes slightly different. ]

Do they offer small portions as well? I do not think I could eat a whole kebab.

General Mingle;

[eiremagic]

[Actually Eden doesn't really know why she's here - she doesn't really like festivals much, but this one was on her way home from the hospital and so she's wandering through, still in her scrubs, looking over things]

[hexuality]

Not with the owl, the puff, and the cat trying to get my attention as much as he would.

[Yeah, she has a menagerie of sorts.]

[signatures]

You could ask. If not I suppose you could give what you don't want to Pancake or myself.

[ Or... throw it in the trash, alternatively, but even Eames doesn't like wasting food. ]

[signatures]

He's already starved for attention with us. [ Rhada, Biscuit, Waffle, the goldfish, and Pancake. Eames doesn't know when people started bringing so many pets into his household but he isn't sure he approves - it's starting to smell too much like animals. ] But I understand.

[archivy]

I don't think that Pancake should be eating a kebab. [ Not only is he already overweight, but also that is not dog food. ]

[hexuality]

Aren't you fond of him? Look at this face.

[She raises an eyebrow at him, settling more comfortably on the ground and gathering the dog into her arms, turning him to face Eames and going as far as taking up a pudgy paw and waving it. And then, disarmingly,]

I've heard you don't get on with Waffle.

[captaininnuendo]

When the dog starts speaking back, I'll say hello to him first. Nice to meet you, Eames. And just Jack is fine.

[Jack leans back and looks back out to the masses at the party. Jack really likes to people watch as well, of course he just generally likes people. He likes to watch them, be a part of them, get lost in them... they keep him alive and not in the obvious way.]

So how long have you been here, Eames? At the party, not the City. Although now I'm curious about both. So answering both is fine.

open!

[dr_conscience]

[Wilson's stopped by during the evening hours after his shift, because he's of the general belief that any bright spot, any attempt to unwind and have some fun in the City is worth latching onto. For everything everyone puts up with here, as bad as things can get, keeping a perspective that lets oneself embrace the good is all the more important.

So he's wandering through, contentedly enough, casually eying the stands and booths as he makes his way around Xanadu.]

[ex_bloodcakedarmor707]

[Derek smooths his hand back over Pancake's head and down his spine one more time before standing up. He crosses his arms over his chest and looks over to the jugglers that Eames indicated.]

Entertaining. I like a good party, especially when there's dancing.

[After another glance at the dog, Derek looks to Eames and arches a curious brow.] So why Pancake?