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

[boutant]

The faces -- that's the video setting.

[ Another button press, and she turns her device slightly, tapping it. ]

There's a camera here, see? It records your image so people can see it. There's a microphone built in, too, so people can hear you.

[auguria]

[Jast understands cameras and microphones, he was born in the 70s, however...]

How... is it so small?

[boutant]

They're about this size where I'm from. Scientists have made them smaller but still effective.

Of course, these could be magic, too. I'm not actually sure.

[auguria]

[It's been so long since he really paid attention to technology. He had left civilization when he was 18, that was 79 years ago. He wonders if they're like this in his own world and he just hasn't noticed...]

A little magic.

[He thinks... maybe he could alter its form, if he tried, but he's concerned with breaking it, as much of the magic in this place is not known to him. He would rather swallow his pride and be taught how it functions, than have to swallow his pride and apologize for ruining it.]

[boutant]

If you just want to use the voice function, you can just press this.

[ Back to teaching, since she's not sure what to add to that. She demonstrates on her device again. ]

[auguria]

[He doesn't really mean to give the little warble that he does, but he's not very good at hiding his emotions.]

It is... difficult? W-when I can't see.

[He gets even more nervous about trying to speak this language that he can't really speak...]

[boutant]

Well, you don't have to use it. [ She's not sure why she does it, but she shifts to touch his arm. ]

Is there anything else that's difficult?

[auguria]

I can't... hmm.

[He leans into her, putting his cheek on her shoulder. He is very open about touch, all wardens are, and touching him in kind gives off the most interesting sensation: a crisp, clean feeling, like rain just fallen. It's a sensation that follows him most places, spreads when he sings. He is the augur. He is pure. It is a difficult fact to ignore.]

Read. These.

[He shows her a few of the various menus. If he were able to read them, he might be able to figure some of it out himself. What he really needs is something voice activated...]

[boutant]

[ It really is an interesting sensation, and she can't help but lean into it, head resting on top of his. She doesn't grip, instead lightly stroking her fingertips over his skin, the same way she stroked Waffle's feathers. ]

I'm not sure if I'd be any good at teaching you how to read, but I might be able to find a way around it. I know some very smart people who are good at working with technology.

[auguria]

I have tried, for... for a l-long time.

[He would like to be able to read, he loves stories.]

But, mm. T-there are prices to be paid. F-for seeing, and singing.

[His inability is a magical one, not a mental one. He can write his own name, perhaps a few awkward and disjointed sentences. Speaking is poor, reading almost nonexistent. That's just the way of things.]

[boutant]

Prices?

[ Her head tilts, and she thinks for a moment before nodding. ]

So in order to sing, you can't read. There could be worse prices, I guess, but it's too bad.

[auguria]

[A twittering little laugh. Yes, it's not too bad.]

Difficult. Sometimes.

[boutant]

There are ways around it. We just have to find you one.

[ Yes, we. ]