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

[signatures]

[ Pancake rather revels in the attention, giving himself willingly up to the magic of her hands, his own little paws bracing the upper half of his body in her lap. His head cranes up to attempt to lick wherever he can reach - a habit Eames doesn't think anyone can break a dog out of. Still, he raises a hand, fingers wiggling in a wave toward Ginny with a mild quirk to his mouth. ]

Hello, Miss Weasley. Come to take the mongrel off my hands?

[hexuality]

[Ginny obliges, leaning her face in close and laughing when Pancake sees fit to greet her with a few slobbery kisses. And then her hand finds the fluffy scruff of his neck and settles there, scratching happily.]

Mm— [Yeah, angling her face a bit so she can get away from the puppy and talk.] Why, did you want me to? He's very sweet.

[signatures]

He is very sweet, so Arthur and Ariadne keep enabling his obesity with treats and overfeeding, [ Eames explains with an errant wave. ] He would have a much longer lifespan with you, I bet.

[ Eames, however, would not were he to give the dog away. ]

[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]

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.

[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.

[signatures]

[ Nooo, not the corgi face. Eames looks away, past them and toward some of the other entertainers in the vicinity. ]

Waffle gets on with me just fine. I'm less than enthused about the bird, myself, yeah.