Foundation Day Festival: Food Tent

[paixaomayor.livejournal.com]

Character(s): everyone in the food tent
Content: food, and lots of it.
Setting: Joco da Crianca Fairgrounds, food tent
Time: all day~
Warnings: Multithreaded posting format (please include time of day and sub-location in your comment's subject line)

The food tent is the second biggest structure at the fair, next to the Ferris wheel. It's a large white tent set up near the far end of the grounds. Inside, the majority of the tent is filled with long tables (with white plastic tablecloths) and benches for seating.

The food, along one side of the tent, is set up buffet-style. They have a wide variety of hot and cold dishes, and it's all good stuff, having been catered by Café Ersesat. It's always well-stocked, too, somehow; if they run out of anything, it's replenished within a few minutes. There is also a small bar, where alcoholic drinks and cocktails are available upon request to anyone who looks old enough.

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Shortly after noon, looking for deep-fried pastries

[career-lesbian.livejournal.com]

"... into a vat of hot oil and fried. Then they put cinnamon and sugar on it and serve it hot," Chizuru was saying as she tugged Alice toward the food tent, looking for the telltale vats where chubby ladies would be preparing the festival delight known as funnel cakes. "Fattening and sugary and not in the least bit healthy, and they're usually only sold in theme parks and festivals..."

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(OOC: Sorry about the short post, everybody! I didn't want to godmod Alice's reactions any...)

Re: Shortly after noon, looking for deep-fried pastries

[amcgees-alice.livejournal.com]

Alice looked amused, and part of her did want to laugh a little. My, but Chizuru had a very odd way of describing things! She herself hardly thought of eating healthy anymore, as the idea of living long was a strange one indeed. Nonetheless, Alice felt she should partake in this sugary treat, as she had been feeling nothing but an almost kind of bliss at being around this girl. In that sense, she would willingly try anything.

"Please make that too," Alice said apologetically to the food vendors, who were happy to oblige. Alice watched how they took their time carefully pouring the mixture into a kind of silver molding plate, careful to make patterns that would not result in a heavy funnel cake nor an incomplete one. Alice found herself strangely hypnotized by the whole affair. She turned to Chizuru and offered a smile.

"I do hope its to your liking."

Re: Shortly after noon, looking for deep-fried pastries

[career-lesbian.livejournal.com]

Cinnamon and sugar and batter, fried to a crisp outside and a delightfully fluffy inside. There was nothing that screamed "festival" like a fresh, tongue-searingly hot, sweet funnel cake, out of the oil and onto the plate and carried to a table. Unfortunately, there was also nothing else that quite brought out the nostalgia of past festivals, and Chizuru felt lonely for a moment, even surrounded by the locals and in the company of a girl she really liked, munching on one of the most divine desserts in existance and getting powdered sugar on her nose.

It just wasn't the same as back home. The heavy beat of Paixaoan music wasn't the same as the tunes she'd grown up to, the blonde people all around weren't the same as the dark-haired, dark-eyed people she knew best, and Alice... nice as she was to be with... wasn't the same as Orihime. Couldn't be the same as Orihime, despite the air of being distant from reality, despite being friendly and sociable. Maybe she was a little more like Tatsuki, she thought, recalling the plethora of weapons Alice carried around and the deadly efficiency she'd shown in that one fight, but that comparison failed as well because Alice was a lady, and Tatsuki was just a reckless tomboy.

Chizuru tried again, unsuccessfully, to bury the homesickness. They'd tried to leave Paixao already, they'd gotten chased by those monsters and the men in the black coats. And even after that, the Mayor and whomever was in charge of him had probably placed even more guards by the gates to keep anybody from trying to duplicate the experiment.

But if everybody in Paixao was at the Festival today, who was manning the gates?

"I've talked enough about the kind of place I come from," she said aloud, keeping her thoughts and feelings to herself as high-school girls often did, "how about you, Alice?"

Entering from Stage Area, 11:30(ish)

[stretchmeout.livejournal.com]

"...yeah, one of those. And that one! One of those, too! No, two of those, too!"

Happy to take a small break from his session at the Stage, while the music continued to buzz uncontrollably about in his ears, Luffy excitedly leaned over the edge of one of the popular food stall counters and guided the bewildered vendor as to which of his wares the kinetic young man wanted. Since he had gotten in trouble during his last meal out, however, Luffy made sure to make adequate payment for everything he ordered this time around; that Long-Sword might've been anywhere nearby, after all.

Hungry as ever, Luffy ordered up a storm, his eyes lighting up at the prospect of being able to eat his fill with the veritable sea of junk food at his disposal. Even before the vendor had time to hand over all the food, Luffy was already eating, popping entire scoops of cotton candy and whole pretzels into his mouth.

"Mmmph, this place is so great..." Luffy muttered aloud between bites, smiling contentedly to himself. "They might as well just call this place 'Paradise'!"

Re: Entering from Stage Area, 11:30(ish)

[stretchmeout.livejournal.com]

((Jumping threads; possibly returning at a later date!))

Very Back Table, 12:30ish

[cowardly-hero.livejournal.com]

Timon's mouth slowly stretched itself open allowed a long yawn to escape. His lips smacked together shortly after as he curled himself up tighter into a further comfortable position. Not one worry could be found in his mind. Why, not even Pumbaa's loud snoring could get to him. It didn't matter what was going on in Paixao today, he was going to sleep it through. Rain, shine... May or may not, who cared?

He frowned. May or may not? Something was starting to itch at his brain. Those words must have triggered something. What though was completely beyond the meerkat. All he wanted to do was sleep, not figure out some likely unimportant 'word scramble'.

May or may not... May or... Mayor. ...Mayor? What about the- !

The redhead's eyes snapped open in realization. The mayor! Oh great kings of the past, the mayor! He was supposed stay awake till the mayor appeared and interrogate him. That was the entire reason he had Pumbaa bring them to festival so early that morning, so he wouldn't miss the man. He must have fallen asleep...

"Pumbaa, you were supposed to make sure I didn't fall sleep!" Sitting up, he looked down at his friend who he happened to be currently sitting on. With no response other than a loud snore, he quickly realized the warthog must of dozed off as well at some point.

Giving out a groan, Timon climbed onto Pumbaa's snout. He took hold of the pigs tusks, pulling himself in closer to meet his eyes. "Hey, wake up! We ain't got time to sleep for The Mayor awaits! ...that is if he's actually still here."

Re: Very Back Table, 12:30ish

[warthogrhapsody.livejournal.com]

"Huh... Whaaaaa?" Pumbaa groaned as he was stirred awake and opened his eyes to find Timon extremely upclose. "Oh... Timon.... W-what is it?" he asked as he yawned widely and smacking his lips a bit. The warthog tried to wake up enough to understand what Timon was saying to him, but failed completely to comprehend. He lay there looking a little baffled till he suddenly remembered himself why they were there.

"Oh! The mayor!" he suddenly cried, jumping up to his hoofs, startled.

"Is it time to go see the mayor now, Timon?" the warthog questioned, utterly unaware they'd waken up so late and that it had been up to him to keep them awake.

Re: Very Back Table, 12:30ish

[rodentchef.livejournal.com]

There was so much food! It was absolutely fantastic!

Okay, so it wasn't GREAT food, but it was a pretty wide variety and it wasn't half bad. Remy was picky, but he wasn't THAT picky. He enjoyed the more casual party foods too. It was just a shame that he hadn't been able to help in the preparations of the meal. He would have loved to contribute in some way. Maybe he could help out on the next festival, assuming he could get some of the humans to let him have a shot at cooking something. He thought it would be easier, now that they understood him, but he wasn't about to assume that he could just go out and get a job anywhere he wanted. He still expected there to be some lingering species resentment somewhere.

Or maybe not... Nobody had really given him any trouble at the food table, even though he was rummaging around all over the place. He'd have wondered if he'd died and gone to heaven if he hadn't already been assaulted the other day. Still, that had turned out okay, and most people didn't seem eager to kill him, so Paixao rated far better than most cities, including Paris.

Paris still had better food, though. And it was home. Both of those facts caused it to remain Remy's favorite city, although he had to admit that Paixao was currently running a close second.

He took a broken piece of cookie off of a tray, since he was getting full and wanted to try some dessert before he left. That was when he spotted them. A meerkat and a warthog... two creatures that were even more out of place than he was. Those definitely weren't city creatures! But they were animals, which was a rare sight in Paixao. It was an opportunity too good to pass up. He hopped off the table and walked over on his hind legs, the cookie still gripped in his front paws, "Hey there! Mind if I join you two?"

Around 10:25

[narutimate.livejournal.com]

Naruto was just in front of the tent when Itachi asked his question. Just hearing Sasuke's name spoken caused him to pause in his steps and his shoulders to stiffen ever so slightly. The name still was a 'taboo' ( as Kakashi called it) around him but of course Itachi didn't know.

So instead of brooding he quickly looked over his shoulder at Itachi with a smile, "I doubt it. He isn't really much of a festival person." And with that he ducked into the tent and in the hope of avoiding any further talk about Sasuke.

Once inside he let his eyes scan the entire tent and despite not catching sight of his beloved ramen, he still kept his hopes up. "ANY RAMEN!?" He shouted and didn't even wait for anyone to answer before bouncing off once more.

Re: Around 10:25

[redeyesatnight.livejournal.com]

Itachi shook his head. He should have figured that Sasuke wouldn't be much of a festival person. The boy's behavior from the night before was clear indication of that, even without memories to confirm or deny the thought further.

"No," he said softly, "I guess he wouldn't be."

Itachi followed Naruto into the tent and looked around at all of the food. He supposed it would be good to find something to eat. Some of this food looked so strange. Naruto's shout startled him and he ended up having to chase after the blond as he disappeared among the people within the food tent.

Re: Around 10:25

[narutimate.livejournal.com]

As Naruto bounced past the tables, he paused every now and then to make sure Itachi was still near. It didn't take long for him to figure out there wasn't any ramen but seeing so many strange but delicious-looking food softened the feeling of disappointment.

There was so much food around he hadn't seen before and he wanted to try them all out. Now, the trouble wasn't his appetite...but where to start. With that thought in mind he returned to Itachi's side with a troubled look.

"What should we take? There's so many kinds of food I've never seen before!"

12:45ish

[overlords_wrath]

After finally getting into the festival, his intention had been to find food. Splitting from the other's hadn't been too hard, but Flonne had insisted on coming along with him, so they went in search of food. Finally when he'd tracked down the food tent, Laharl had convinced her he'd be fine if she wanted to go do something on her own, or whatever. He wasn't sure she'd listen to him and actually go all that far, but at least now he'd have at least a few minutes to himself. To not have to keep his 'I'm feeling fine!' mask on.

Piling a plate of food and grabbing a cup of some sort of juice or something, Laharl made for the backcorner of the tent, setting his plate down at a spot at the end of a empty table. Letting out a quiet sigh, he sunk down onto the seat and stared for a moment silently at his food. So would he find Larxene here? Was he ready to face her this soon? What would happen if they did? He didn't know the answer to any of these things, but he was going to have to ready himself, because it could happen.

His stomach then rumbled, interupting his thoughts. He was really hungry, and the food looked delicious, so he let go of his worries for now, turning his attention to the food. So Laharl started to eat, doing his best to keep his make-shift cloak around him. He definitely didn't want Larxene or one of the other Organization members to find him now, while he was eating, after all.

Re: 12:45ish

[cowardly-hero.livejournal.com]

Making his way from the Pumbaa and Remy, the little meerkat weaved his way between the sea of feet with ease. For the time, the tent wasn't as full as one would expect. Sure, there was still a fair amount present, and at least two times that Timon found himself almost stepped on, but other than that, it was nothing he couldn't handle.

Naturally, he would have brought his friend along with him to his desired destination, making it easier to get where he wanted to go. This time though, it seemed more appropriate to go alone. The warthog appeared all to wrapped up in conversation with their newly acquainted comrade Remy for the meerkat to drag him away. That, and the cloaked stranger whom Timon had taken note of four greatly stretched tables away struck him as one trying to keep a low profile and leave their presence unknown. He couldn't help but feel curious.

It wasn't until the redhead found himself roughly a few meters away from the cloaked being he recognized him as the demon he had first been traveling with from what seemed liked such a long time ago. How bizarre he looked, fashioned in a hooded cloak, hiding himself when being so well known to be the opposite, announcing his superiority and title whenever given the opportunity. Timon was unsure how to approach the overlord.

Now standing beside the feet of Laharl's chair, he shook his head, deciding to go with the first thing he could think to say. He could be there stuck arguing over his thoughts as to how he could start a conversation for awhile if it were otherwise.

"So much for worrying about over dressing." Timon began, deciding to start out with a dry joke. "Under dressing seems to be in. Who are you supposed to be, Little Blue Riding Hood?"

Re: 12:45ish

[overlords_wrath]

Laharl very nearly choked on what he was eating a the time, when Timon's voice suddenly rung out from below. He coughed a few times, and managed to swallow before turning his gaze downwards, with a surprised expression. He knew that voice and type of joking anywhere. "Timon!" the Overlord exclaimed, as he beheld the small creature he'd met when he'd first arrived on Paixao. Funny how that seemed so long ago now, even though it hardly was.

"W-what the hell are you doing here?" he questioned, although in hindsight it was rather obvious - the food. Undoubtedly Timon was here for the same reason he was.

Trying to regain a little bit of his dignity, he then out a hmph. "Oh and for your damn information, hiding like this wasn't my idea," he added, not having any plans to admit to the fact that he had given into hiding himself a bit far more easily than he ever would have once been.

12:45ish, just outside the tent

[faithxhealer.livejournal.com]

Flonne had not been happy to leave Laharl alone. Sure, she could see that he was getting a little tired of her superglue act, but she really was worried about him. He'd finally told her he'd be fine if she wanted to go do something on her own, but...well, she really didn't want to. She'd never be able to enjoy herself doing it - she'd worry far too much about him and wonder if he was okay. She'd finally just dragged a folding chair outside the tent and sat in the sun, enjoying the warmth and keeping an eye on the people who were coming and going. Maybe she could warn Laharl if anybody dangerous arrived.

So when someone in a black cloak headed towards the tent, all senses went on red alert. The Organization wore black cloaks! He had to be one of them! She bolted out of her chair and ran, screeching to a stop in front of the cloaked figure and throwing out her hands. "Hold it right there!"

It never occurred to her to wonder why a member of the Organization would be carrying a large pink stuffed bear and plush cobra.

Re: 12:45ish, just outside the tent

[elecspeech.livejournal.com]

Kit had followed Death, as he had requested. He didn't really know why he was so fascinated by him... he still was a little wary of him, but he seemed pleasant enough. Then again, so did the Lone Power, sometimes. But on to other things...

He looked at the girl who had stopped Death, and tilted his head, confused. "Hey, why are you stopping us?" He asked. "Did we do something wrong?"

Re: 12:45ish, just outside the tent

[humaniste.livejournal.com]

Death was on his way here to meet Timon, and certainly didn't expect to be stopped by somebody he'd never seen before acting as though he'd done something horribly wrong. THAT IS WHAT I WOULD LIKE TO KNOW, he said simply, hand ready to summon his scythe - he'd wound the cobra around his waist to leave his hand open, in case something like this should happen. Anybody else would have written off a little girl, but Death had seen dwarves and knew some very interesting things came in small packages.

I HAVE NEVER MET YOU BEFORE, he told Flonne, AND I HAVE NO QUARREL WITH YOU. I WISH TO PASS.

12:45ish (Inside Tent) Cont'd

[overlords_wrath]

While Death 'spoke', Laharl gave Timon a withering gaze. The Overlord wasn't amused. Luckily, Death confirmed what he'd been talking about. "Hmph, see? They come in through the gates just like we do, so where the hell do they come from?"

"Anyways, whatever, I'm damn sure they know where the Mayor is," he said, sounding pretty confident of that much. How could they NOT know after all? They definitely seemed to be running the show around here.

"But that doesn't exactly help us much, it's not like they're going to tell us," Laharl pointed out. What would be the point of them telling where to find the Mayor, considering he was just a resident of this place and they were all pretty damn weak. Why would they give information on how to find someone they could so easily torture information out of?

Laharl just shook his head as he slumped a bit in his seat, arms still firmly folded against his chest, hidden beneath the navy fabric of his cloak, "If you really want to find this Mayor you'll have to find him yourself."

Re: 12:45ish (Inside Tent) Cont'd

[atwelthstorm.livejournal.com]

Larxene's appearance at the fair wasn't entirely unpredictable, if one took her nature into account. Rules against going? What fun would that be for her, after all? She knew a certain overlord would be there, and she really wanted to have a nice little chat with him (especially now that her own injuries had healed).

A little chat. She could handle the pathetic whelps he had with him, but that would be a last minute consideration. Thus, when she portalled into the crowded festival area, it took a little while to find the person she was looking for.

Larxene must not have stood out in her summery dress, light blue. She was fond of dresses, when appropriate.

She stepped into the tent, folding her hands behind her back innocently as they continued talking around her. Hehe, how long til she was noticed, hm?

Re: 12:45ish (Inside Tent) Cont'd

[cowardly-hero.livejournal.com]

Timon looked at Death in disbelief. Had he honestly never heard the expression before? No, wait. What if it was worse? What if he was unfamiliar with the act itself? Explaining it to Laharl was one thing, but to Death... He wasn't so sure about it. Instead of providing an answer, he simply shook his head with the reply "Never mind, it's not important."

A huff of frustration was given as the redhead began to tap his chin in thought. The demon proved a point, the organization was never willing to give out certain bits of information that may be useful to others. Not unless they themselves had something to gain from it, anyway. He never seemed to get a real word of use from them whenever he made an attempt to 'interrogate' them. They always appeared able to throw a riddle, threat or insult his way to steer him away from the conversation.

"We could try tricking one of them into telling us." he began, wondering if the two before him would have any better luck than himself. "They can't be that smart. We know more about them then they probably want, even they say otherwise. They're probably just lyin', like u-"

Pausing, the meerkats nose twitched numerous times. His eyes widened, recognizing the familiar scent which forced his jaw to fall loose. Turning around to confirm if he was right or not about the being possibly present was something he did not dare do. At least, not quite yet. He could only look between the overlord and Death, wondering if they knew of the girls presence too.

2:30 (Outside Tent)

[sayit3times.livejournal.com]

Free! Free, at last! His mind cried out triumphantly as he heard his name called from miles away by the young maiden. Out of all the idiotic nonsense he had dealt with over the journals, only one individual proved to be of any use when saying his name those three essential times. It was almost instantly he could feel his power returning to him by this. His fists clenched while a rather frightful look of satisfaction crawled across his features. Already he had a few ideas as of what he wanted to do now that he had returned to his rightful status. Of course, much to his dismay, those plans would have to wait. As the rules demanded of him upon being summoned, he had a meeting with a particular girl before anything else.

Falling through the ground, the ghost's expression changed into a far more smug grin. This would be his method of transportation to Alice's current location; underground. It would also double as a part of his great entrance. He always had to have some form of dramatic entry, especially when dealing with a client.

Now, where was that girl?

Re: 2:30 (Outside Tent)

[amcgees-alice.livejournal.com]

Alice had politely excused herself from said company and was looking around. Imagine, being talked to like that for suggesting something LOGICAL! The very idea that some ribboned, prissy little tart tried to suggest that she back down just because her ideas were flawed! Honestly!

But there was still a little hope. She had not forgotten that she had made a summons only a little while ago to that rather strange man, the exorcist if living or something of that nature. Yes, she would allow Death to continue to palaver with his associates, but that didn't mean she had to be bored all the way.

She looked around, waiting.

Re: 2:30 (Outside Tent)

[sayit3times.livejournal.com]

Betelgeuse was hardly one of patients. What he lacked of them though he greatly made of with his rudeness. And after much waiting to have his name called, it was obvious what small quantity remain of them was running quickly. However, Alice was surprisingly easy to spot. It delighted him to see her so eager to meet him. He was partly excited himself. She didn't appear quite like everyone else he'd seen. It greatly enticed his curiosity as he approached from below her feet.

Alright, this was it. Make 'em scream!

The beautifully lit blue sky above the festival food tent slowly began to fade to a dark shade of grey, storm clouds rolling in obstructing the sun's ray to create a darker more appropriate atmosphere. The earth began to shake, almost growl as it forcefully began to raise before the girl. It appeared as if something was trying to get out, pounding at the ground from below.

It was then a pale hand punched its way through the surface. Its long red fingernails clawing against the dirt as an arm followed Another hand quickly shot through the ground, but it clutched Alice's leg instead of the dirt being the closest to her. A sharp tug was given upon contact, the ground unwillingly tearing open beside her sending dirt flying as a large figure emerged.

The demon towered over her, his hands raised, fingers curling to show his long sharp nails as if preparing to rip her apart. His tongue stretched out, taking the form of a cobra that curled itself around the brunet bearing its fangs threateningly. It hissed while the ghost produced a laugh as venomous as the snakes bite.

2:36 PM

[faked-heart.livejournal.com]

They certainly didn't have to wait long before passing through the line and before Repliku knew it, he was already making his way over to a big tent he was sure to be the food tent. Accompanied by Nina, who had insisted they go for the so called funnel cake first, and Alexander.

Admittedly even if Nina hadn't been there, the food tent would've been his first place to look for Sora. That and the Games Area. If Sora was here he would be in either one of those. He knew he shouldn't get his hopes up though.

So instead he focused on the thing that made Nina and her dog so excited.
"Almost there," he grinned as squeezed Nina's hand briefly, secretly he was looking forward to this funnel cake too.

Re: 2:36 PM

[notachimera.livejournal.com]

Nina grinned up at Repliku, skipping beside the older boy. Her mood was almost always a sunny one--it was really a matter of degree. And with her goal of trying funnel cake so close, the degree was high. Alexander trailed Nina, sticking close and watching over the girl as he often did.

Of course, Nina didn't know what funnel cake looked like, and couldn't read any signs yet. So after a moment of cheerfully expecting funnel cake to fall out of the sky, she then blinked at Repliku.

"Where do you get funnel cake?"