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]

[ wow what a loser what kind of a name is eames ]

I know.

[ Eames retorts primly. And he will always look sour after having to pick up dog poop with a baggie and find a trash to put it in, thank you. ]

What are you up to, then?

[boutant]

[ he's a chair ]

People watching.

[ He's not the only one who has that as a hobby. ]

I did some sketches.

[signatures]

Yeah?

[ That certainly gets Eames' interest. ]

Care to share them?

[boutant]

Sure.

[ Out comes her sketchbook. She just hands it over. ]

[signatures]

[ Eames takes it gently enough, carefully opening it to begin going through the pages. ] Have you ever thought about drawing or painting on a larger scale than just sketches or blueprints?

[boutant]

[ The very beginning of the sketchbook has a few references paperclipped in; the Eiffel Tower is one, as are some of the images she looked at for the Fischer job before deciding against them. There is nothing in it that connects directly to the levels she created there, but as Eames goes on, sketches of the City and its people become more and more prominent. There's the view of the City from the top of the mountain that she did with Steve, some brief sketches of what she thought the Burrow and Hogwarts might look like with notes, the singing plant, the outside of the rowhouse and a few rooms, Pancake sleeping with his face in one of Yusuf's shoes, Eames' lighter and what looks like a discarded sketch of the living room with boxes. There's Orange talking with his hands, Arthur asleep on the couch with Biscuit on his chest, Tony Stark with a glass of something, one of Eames with Waffle sitting on his shoulder, and Elijah with what she can remember of his runes. Then there are the sketches she did at the festival; Jast dancing with a baby, some people near the food stands, some performers, and Xanadu decorated for the occasion. ]

A lot of times. If it had been more practical, I probably would have just gone to art school.

[signatures]

[ Eames hadn't really been expecting all of it, either - buildings and replications of scenery, yes, but people are a whole other matter when it comes to drawing, even between people and animals. ]

It can be plenty practical, [ He admonishes lightly. ] But at least you flourished well with your architecture studies, nonetheless.

[boutant]

Not with my parents, it wouldn't have been.

[ Not practical enough for her, either, but that's easier for Eames to argue. ]

Ginny mentioned combining art supplies with magic, once. Color-changing ink, that sort of thing.

[signatures]

[ Parent's don't remain in your future, Eames considers saying, but ultimately decides to avoid that train of thought. No need to make Ariadne worry about them back home. ]

I don't think art needs gimmicks - that's what the television is for, isn't it. Besides, you do well enough on your own.

[boutant]

[ No, but parents do a good job of helping pay for your education in Paris. ]

It doesn't need it, no. But it could be fun to play with for a little bit. Besides, if she could come up with a way to keep my ink from running out or from drying quicker...

[signatures]

I suppose that is plenty on the convenient side, [ Eames amends with a mild chuckle. ] I always preferred pencil, back when I had the habit.

[boutant]

Or to keep my lead from breaking. I go between the two, it depends on what I'm doing. [ Her head tilts, though, a clear sign that Ariadne's about to ask a question. ] You draw?

[ Because people don't just stop drawing. ]

[signatures]

I used to, [ Eames corrects. He used to draw, then he stopped, then his forgeries are more about mimicry and tracing than actual drawing. ] I tried my hand at painting, though I never really liked working with brushes.

[boutant]

Did you try charcoal or pastels at all? [ She likes both, but there's something about holding a pen or a pencil that she really enjoys. ]

[signatures]

Pastels, yeah. Charcoal I always found a tad too messy for my style.

[ How long ago was this? Over twenty years, really, when he was doing it often, it becoming less and less common as time went on. He supposes it's just a lack of enjoyment anymore to be honest but it's been so long since his last true attempt that he doesn't really recall why he stopped. He wouldn't really call the folded up paper in his left breast pocket art, per se, but it's really been his last vector in quite a long while. The subject of its intention being here, he might as well just present it now. His fingers pluck it out of said pocket, closing the sketchbook and handing both it and the paper to her. ]

By the by.

[boutant]

[ Twenty years ago for Eames, he would have been just a bit older than she is now. It's a terrifying thought, for her, to think that she might not enjoy creating as much one day as she does now. She can't imagine doing anything else now, but perhaps that's because of her age. ]

Hmm?

[ She takes them both, of course, setting the sketchbook on her lap as she unfolds the paper. ]

[signatures]

You were considering getting a tattoo.

[ He gestures toward the image sketched out for her - a circular maze with a small Eiffel Tower in the center. ]

I kept it clean enough to vector.

[boutant]

[ Brown eyes widen as she looks at the image and then glance up at him. ]

You designed one for me?

[signatures]

No, I found it off google.

[ Pause. ]

I did, yeah.

[boutant]

Do we even have Google in the City?

[ This is said as she tucks the paper into her sketchbook for safe keeping and shifts closer. It's been five months and though she never would have thought that Eames of all people would be one of the people she's closest with, he is, and he's designed her a tattoo and now she is going to give him a hug. In public. ]

Thank you.

[signatures]

[ Eames doesn't have an answer for that, letting out a small chuckle that disappears in her hair as she moves in to hug him. He returns it with one arm, hand resting between her shoulderblades. ]

You're welcome.

[boutant]

[ She doesn't keep the hug for long, shifting back up -- though admittedly sitting closer than she was before. ]

So you're coming with me to get it, right?

[signatures]

If you'd like, sure. I've not actually looked into tattoo shops within the City.

[ The arm that had been around her shoulders rests along the back of the bench. Pancake, jealous of their hug, props his front paws up on the seat of it, between them. ]

[boutant]

You can make sure I don't get hepatitis.

[ Pancake gets some scratches behind his ears before Ariadne shifts forward to haul him up onto her lap. Spoiled dog. ]

[signatures]

[ Pancake is a pup still under the impression he is a lapdog, even though he's a little more than a year old by now. Ariadne doesn't help in this, of course, and Pancake seeks to make himself comfortable, tongue lolling out of his mouth. Eames looks on with a raised brow, somewhat incredulous. ]

And keep you from getting infection, afterward.