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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"Yeah. That's pretty much what He does." Kit sighed.

And then, when Death spoke again, he knew that he had gotten through. "Yes. In essence... that's what the Lone Power is. A god."

Death had no sense of tact, only of truth. Fighting a god was often suicide for anything mortal and, depending on the god, for some things that weren't. YOU ARE EITHER VERY BRAVE OR VERY FOOLISH.

Needless to say, conversations with Death often got rather awkward because of this.

GOOD LUCK, he continued, distractedly flipping open his journal, seemingly oblivious to the potential implications of his previous statement.

After several moments, he flipped the journal shut and looked at his companion. CHRISTOPHER. I WISH TO SPEAK WITH YOU ON A RATHER SERIOUS MATTER.

"Something like that, yeah. Not sure which, but at least we've got to try." Kit waited patiently while Death flipped through his journal and didn't ask. It was probably none of his business, anyway, and a wizard knew when not to pry.

"Thanks, and... yeah?" He tilted his head. "What's wrong?"

I AM TO MEET A COMPANION OF MINE HERE TO DISCUSS MATTERS THAT AFFECT EVERYONE IN THIS CITY, Death replied, well aware of the implications of his words and wondering if his companion had even been in the city for that long.

He hated to turn this power on anybody he liked, but unsure times called for very decisive measures. When he next spoke, his voice had a certain tone that had not been present before, one expecting the absolute truth in a question's answer and complete obedience in response to any command. For all this power, the question in itself was quite simple. CAN I TRUST YOU?

Kit recognized the tone a little, he thought, and knew that he had to answer truthfully, which he always tried to do anyway. He nodded. "Yeah. You can trust me. I try not to lie, anyway. So you can trust me."

GOOD, Death replied. I WILL EXPLAIN LATER. They had reached the weapons check, after all, and Death was not about to discuss something so sensitive in front of strange - and to him, lifeless - faces. He waited mutely as the security glanced at him and, seemingly unperturbed, okayed him to enter the festival. He received his raffle ticket and stepped through the entrance, turning and waiting patiently for his companion to go through the same process.

Kit smiled, and held out his hands, showing that he didn't have any weapons. The guard nodded to him, and waved him through. Kit picked up his raffle ticket and looked at it for a moment, trying to figure out what it was for. Then he decided it didn't matter, tucked it into his pocket, and went through the entrance, walking over to near where Death was.

Foundation Day Festival: At the Entrance

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