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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Use Carpet to break the rules? And cause a distraction to do it? Flonne couldn't let that happen! "You can't break the rules, Laharl-san!" she whispered urgently, not quite knowing why it was they were supposed to be quiet but keeping her voice down anyways. "That's why they have rules! To make sure things work! If you break them, things don't work anymore!" She'd gotten all in a tizzy over it, not even stopping to consider that maybe it wouldn't be the end of the world if their little group cut in line this once, and that Laharl had been breaking rules all his life - it had become an art under his care. "And we can't cause a distraction, Laharl-san, it'll hurt people and we can't hurt people just because we wanted to get ahead in line it's not right and they'll be hurt and we just can't do it, Laharl-san!" She finished her whispered entreaties, a bit out of breath and hoping for once he'd listen to her.

The comments about 'we have a flying carpet' and 'trying to keep a low profile' piqued Zexion's interest, although try as he might he couldn't manage to pick out enough of the ensuing conversation to make a coherent whole out of it - picking up only one word in five, if he were lucky.

But no matter. Whatever they decided to was their concern, and not his - at least until either they chose to directly involve him or he was told to make them his concern by one of the few persons he could be made answerable to.

Of course, neither did this mean that he wouldn't, at the least, try to get a general idea of their ideas, merely that he wouldn't directly involve himself should there be no reason for him to do so.

"Sometimes, Flonne, you have to break something so you can bring in a newer, better replacement, like a building or an old statue or a king or a Psp or in this case, a law. We're probably going to wind up taking over eventually, anyway. So what's a few laws broken if we're going to replace them anyhow?"

Etna smiled as she made her case. After all, circular logic works because circular logic works.

"And besiiides~ its only illegal if we're caught~"

Ivan couldn't help groaning a little at that. It always bothered him when they talked about taking over, mostly because he knew they were perfectly serious. "It's illegal anyway," he grumbled. One would think he'd have gotten used to the demons' warped sense of morality by now, after traveling with Etna for a week, but...

Laharl just inwardly groaned as Flonne started going into her Love Freak moralities again. Geez... not now Flonne. "I never damn well said anything about hurting people, Flonne!" he said in a whispered hiss, trying to make an effort to keep his usually rather loud voice down. He didn't like that guy in front of them. He and everyone else in the line probably already now had a good idea what they were talking about.

As Etna started talking, Laharl plucked out his journal. Typing a message really quick made so only the three could see, when done he pointed at his journal then the others, trying to hint they should check theirs and read the message. He was tired of this line and tired of arguing. He just wanted to go.. forget the carpet, he'd just go find somewhere to slip over the fence. He may be a bit weak, but he could probably handle that.

Or rather, he and Flonne would go do that. She seemed really worried about him and Laharl didn't fully understand it. He couldn't even yet quite decide if it was annoying him or not.

"Hmph, well... forget this. I'm going to go see if there's another entrance or something," Laharl then said after a moment, still keeping his voice low, but not so much as before. It was just an excuse to slip off to be heard by the rest of the line afterall.

Flonne still didn't like the plan. She still worried about Laharl, and...oh, maybe this whole festival was a bad idea. It was too late for thoughts like that, though, and at least this version of the plan let her stay with Laharl and keep an eye on him. Beggars couldn't be choosers, after all.

"Y-yeah," Flonne agreed, acting poor but intent certain. "I'll...I'll just go with Laharl-san."

Another entrance, was it? If that was truly what they were seeking then they wouldn't find any. After all, although one entrance did make for quite an impressive line it did mean that the number of people needed to man the entrances was significantly fewer.

But if they wanted to look (in vain, perhaps) for another entrance he wasn't going to stop them. And if he came across them inside at a later point, well, he'd just have to keep an eye out. And if things went rather less then well doubtless he'd be able to find a way out in time.

Foundation Day Festival: At the Entrance

Re: Standing in line - around 11 AM

Re: Standing in line - around 11 AM

Re: Standing in line - around 11 AM

Re: Standing in line - around 11 AM

Re: Standing in line - around 11 AM

Re: Standing in line - around 11 AM

Re: Standing in line - around 11 AM