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)

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[captaininnuendo]

[Here comes the Captain, complete with old army coat. He's walking about with his hands in his pockets. When he spies Eames, he's instantly drawn (because who wouldn't be). He sits down on the bench next to him, resting an arm over the back of the bench and eyeing the festivities.]

Shame for a handsome person such as yourself to be sitting without the company of someone.

[signatures]

[ Who is this handsome fellow come to join him? Eames raises a brow a bit at the forwardness (and the seat taking, usually people ask, don't they, but a public seat is a public seat), but then simply rolls his shoulders in a shrug, mouth quirking minutely in amusement. ]

I have the dog, really, though I take it you're offering yours out of the graciousness of your heart.

[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.

[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.

[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.

[signatures]

[ Good one, Jack. There's a bubble of amusement in Eames' chest, hand coming up to scrub a bit at his own brow as the other man continues. ]

At the party? Thirty minutes, only. The City? I suppose a few months over a year, altogether.

[captaininnuendo]

Thirty minutes and no company. For shame.

[Flirt, flirt, flirt. That's what he does best, aside from the occasional world saving venture.]

But a year here in the City. That's a good while, long enough to settle in, grow roots, obtain many friends... or many foes, depending. Where are you from?

[signatures]

Do you mean in the sense of what world I come from or where I was born? [ Eames prompts - the sort of thing you get used to clarifying, spending enough time here. ]

And I've spent longer without company. I suppose I must be terrifying.

[captaininnuendo]

Oh you look downright frightful to me. Luckily for me you wear it well and lucky for you I like it.

[It isn't often that anyone thinks to ask about different worlds. So Jack is now assuming things that he should probably not be assuming.] Space traveler, are you? Alright then, what world and where were you born?

[signatures]

[ Eames tips his head a bit. ] Not quite space, no. I'm from Earth. It's only the year 2010, and I was born in England.