http://paixaomayor.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] paixaomayor.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] paixaorpg2007-08-11 09:27 pm

Foundation Day Festival: Food Tent

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.

Shortly after noon, looking for deep-fried pastries

[identity profile] career-lesbian.livejournal.com 2007-08-17 02:46 am (UTC)(link)
"... 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...)

Entering from Stage Area, 11:30(ish)

[identity profile] stretchmeout.livejournal.com 2007-08-21 12:49 am (UTC)(link)
"...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'!"
ext_1001662: (Well The Way I See It...)

Very Back Table, 12:30ish

[identity profile] cowardly-hero.livejournal.com 2007-08-22 03:33 am (UTC)(link)
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."

Around 10:25

[identity profile] narutimate.livejournal.com 2007-09-14 09:09 am (UTC)(link)
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.
overlords_wrath: (Yum food! (Hope that's not pudding... ))

12:45ish

[personal profile] overlords_wrath 2007-09-18 03:39 am (UTC)(link)
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.

12:45ish, just outside the tent

[identity profile] faithxhealer.livejournal.com 2007-09-22 02:52 pm (UTC)(link)
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.
overlords_wrath: (Errrrrr.................)

12:45ish (Inside Tent) Cont'd

[personal profile] overlords_wrath 2007-10-06 03:22 am (UTC)(link)
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."

2:30 (Outside Tent)

[identity profile] sayit3times.livejournal.com 2007-10-12 08:46 pm (UTC)(link)
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?

2:36 PM

[identity profile] faked-heart.livejournal.com 2007-11-03 09:08 pm (UTC)(link)
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.