paixaorpg | Foundation Day Festival: At the Entrance

Character(s): everyone entering the festival by the gate
Content: weapons confiscation, greetings, etc.
Setting: Joco da Crianca Fairgrounds, entrance
Time: all day~
Warnings: Multithreaded posting format (please include time of day and sub-location in your comment's subject line)

For the festival, the Jogo da Crianca fairgrounds have been ringed by a modular eight-foot-tall iron-bar fence. Signs all around the vicinity point to the entrance, which is the only large gap in the fence. Because this is Paixao, there is a line to get in, but it moves quickly.

At the front of the line is a small security team; as people enter, they are asked to check their weapons or dangerous items with festival staff. Once unarmed, they are given a receipt to pick up their items on the way out, as well as one complimentary raffle ticket, and are allowed to proceed into the fairgrounds.

Just inside the entrance are two tents, one labeled "SECURITY / LOST AND FOUND," and the other labeled with "FIRST AID" and a large red cross.

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It had taken some time for Braska to pull up the map, but he had been able to, and, with the occasional stop for directions from the locals, the man had made it to the fairgrounds. He had no doubts that he was late, as the line wasn't too long and the sun was past its midpoint. He wondered just how late he really was. Would Rikku still be there?

Rikku... his niece... She was here in this place. He hadn't seen her in so long, not since his wife's death. And he doubted the girl even remembered that event (though he couldn't say he wouldn't be glad if she didn't). But it was her words that stayed with him more than anything else. The world was gone; Spira was gone. He moved his staff about in his hands, staring at the ground with a grim look upon his face. Braska had left the world, but he didn't enjoy the thought that it was now as dead as he.

But perhaps there was some mistake. Rikku had been acting rather odd. She hadn't heard of the Guado and didn't seem even a little surprised that he was talking to her. He was supposed to be on the Farplane, after all. And, now that he thought about it, she kept referring to Home as if it were Spira itself and not the former Al Bhed city in Bikanel. That, he thought, was the most perplexing of all. The ex-summoner had the feeling he was missing something, but he couldn't put his finger on what.

As he looked up, Braska found himself at the end of the line. After a minor, but polite, argument, he reluctantly handed his staff over, shaking his head. He just wasn't used to leaving it behind anywhere. But it was doubtful that it would be needed in this place, and even then he still had his magic.

He supposed he should get to looking.

Foundation Day Festival: At the Entrance

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