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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.

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Timon couldn't argue with that. The week had been a long one, even for him. Things just weren't like they used to be, and he was realizing it more so with each day. He was beginning to feel as tired as Laharl looked, even with the unexpected extra hours of rest he received this morning. But he wasn't about to let such things get him get the best of him. At least try not to, anyway.

Who said there wasn't a bright side to the events of the past week? Or even this day? The overlord hardly seemed amused, but that wasn't about to prevent the meerkat from trying to improve his mood. And even if he didn't succeed, it would be the effort that was worth it in the end, right? Seeing the demon had already improved his day...

"What, you're not a hat guy? Come on, there are so many types out there, there's gotta be at least one that'll look good on yeah. And there's gotta be at least some clothes you like in the stores here. Think about it, you wanna blend in, don't yeah? That outfit makes you stick out more than me n' Pumbaa do."

"Tch..." was the Overlord's initial reply to Timon's suggestions, pausing only to eat something off his fork before he continued to speak. "No, I don't really want to damn well blend in... I don't want to be hiding at all!" he huffed, and after a moments pause just let out a long, frustrated sound. Without warning he suddenly tossed the cloak off him, letting it slip off his shoulders to the ground.

Now unhindered by the extra peice of clothing, he slouched further over, resting an elbow on the table he brought up his fork and stabbed another piece of food on his plate, shoving it into his mouth. "There, good riddance," Laharl muttered, although truthfully he wasn't sure that had been the smartest of ideas, but... whatever. Apparently if it was that bad a disguise, it wasn't worth bothering with.

Of course Laharl didn't want to be hiding. It didn't take a genius to figure something like that out. As he had noted, it was unlike the overlord to be hiding in the first place. It wasn't something the demon would take pleasure in doing, feeling pride for his sense of authority. However, Timon failed to find such status in Laharl at the moment (not that he had ever really accepted it to begin with). Now he was just acting... Foolish.

Watching the prince's cloak fall to the ground, everything fell black. The rodent could no longer see his friend, now buried under the article of clothing tossed aside, but he could still hear him mutter under his breath. Interpreting what Laharl was happy to rid of though proved more difficult. Was he referring to the cloak, or him?

He stood in silence for a moment, listening to the sounds of the Lords fork picking through his plates content. It didn't sound like there was any more to what he had said, failing to help the redhead out in the slightest. That hardly appeared a problem though because at this point, he didn't care if the young prince wanted to get rid of him.

"Would you grow up?" the meerkat finally snapped, struggling to free himself from under the cloak. "You're acting like a kid. 'I don't wanna wear this, I don't wanna do that...' I was only trying to help, you got that? What if the wrong guy notices you? What if 'you know who' sees you and wants another round, hu? I couldn't help you before, but I'm tryin' to make up for that now. Don't you get it? I don't want somethin' like that to happen to you again!"

Suddenly Timon's struggling stopped, his paws likely to have thrown themselves over his mouth. Perhaps being buried in the article of clothing wasn't all that bad at this point.

Dropping the cloak onto Timon hadn't been his intention, nor meaning it was Timon he was saying good riddance to. However, the meerkat was getting rather easily under his skin. He scowled further as Timon began to scold him, but when Timon's accidental words reached him it made his scowl vanish from his face.

There was a very long pause of silence before Timon would find the cloak being slowly lifted off him and the demon's face peering down at him looking rather stunned. Laharl stared down at him, speechless for a long moment, before finally he diverted his eyes, a twinge of regret showing in his expression.

Without a word, he slipped the navy cloak back around him, pulling it back over his head. Turning back to his plate, he pushed it away from him, his appetite was now lost, and folded his arms onto the tabletop, resting his head down onto them with a sigh. "It... still wouldn't work. I'd still stick out anyways, you know," he uttered softly and truthfully. It was rather the truth. Laharl's features were just too tell-tale to hide simply by a change of clothes.

The silence seemed endless. Timon didn't know what to expect, uncertain how Laharl would react to what he had heard. He was in the dark, literally, awaiting a response of some sort from the prince nervously before feeling the cloak begin to raise.

As tangled as he had managed to get himself, he fell free with ease onto his rump when the article of clothing was carefully picked up. He hadn't time to complain about the matter though, not with the demon sharing an expression like that with him.

The meerkat stared back, equally as surprised until the overlords gaze was thrown elsewhere. Timon's took another route, but repeated the same action. He scratched the back of his neck, turning back to catch Laharl just as he finished reapplying he oh so cleaver disguise. A sigh of relief escaped him.

"Well, yeah... But not that much. You tried, right? When it comes to creativity though you only get a two. And that's only because you ain't sunk down to wearin' a pair of those Groucho Glasses. -which would look great on you, by the way."

Death threw aside the flap that served as the tent's door and stormed in, letting it swish back into place behind him. A dramatic entrance, albiet unintentional, but he was in a towering bad mood and wasn't paying attention to such trivial things.

He found who he was looking for quickly enough - after all, a pair of vibrant lives like they couldn't be ignored, especially when so close to one another. No, to Death's vision, both Laharl's and Timon's lifespans stuck out, making them very easily trackable. He approached their table, forcefully reining in his own temper. He knew very well just how intimidating his appearance could be, and there was no need to take out his own cold fury at Kit's disappearance on the person who had volunteered information. Answers - and possible retribution for the responsible parties - would come soon enough.

LAHARL. He greeted the boy with a nod before turning to the meerkat, whom he was slightly surprised to see on the ground. TIMON. I HAVE ARRIVED FOR OUR MEETING.

[Let me know if this mini-invasion is okay~]

"Yeah, sur--" Laharl cut off as a voice interrupted him. Except... had he just heard that voice, or...? Looking over, the demon arched a brow as Death approached. Who hell was this? There was something weird about him, that was for sure, well, beyond the whole skeleton thing. Something like that certainly didn't startle the Netherworld's Overlord.

And how did he know Laharl's name much less it was him? Glacing to Timon, he also wondered why this guy would be looking for the meerkat of all people. "Meeting...?"

The meerkat looked up. Way up. As high up as his neck would allow him before forcing him into taking a few steps back. Not only was Death taller than he had expected, but... Well, he was Death. Just seeing him was overwhelming. It wasn't every day you ran into a walking, talking, and exceptionally polite skeleton. Timon had always imagined the living dead to bare their teeth in a frightful manner, chase after you in means of eating your flesh, and/or smell worse than a wet warthog in a warm barn. The Grim Reaper, however, failed to have any real oder to him at all, above all other things listed.

"And here I thought you'd be a no show. Glad you could make it." he replied shortly after recovering from the skeletons appearance. The redheads posture straightened slightly as he brought his arms back down, placing his paws on his hips. "Me n' Bones here decided we'd meet face ta face to talk 'bout some stuff instead of over journals." he explained to Laharl.

Death was a bit surprised Timon had thought he'd not honor their agreement. I NEVER MISS AN APPOINTMENT, he said flatly. THE PEOPLE I ATTEND TO CANNOT AFFORD FOR ME TO DO SO. He left that one without any other explanation, believing it to be simple enough.

INDEED, he agreed, taking a seat at the table. THOUGH I WOULD APPRECIATE IT IF YOU REFRAINED FROM CALLING ME BONES. That taken care of, he got right to the point. WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT THE RANDOM DISAPPEARANCES THAT HAVE BEEN HAPPENING?

"Heh... I see," Laharl replied as he watched Death invite himself to sit at the table.

The demon just smirked at Death's request of Timon. He'd asked Timon to stop doing lots of things, it didn't usually work though. For example, Timon still teased him that Flonne was his girlfriend.

Boy, this guy sure did get straight to the point. Laharl lifted a brow a bit. So that's what this was about huh? The Overlord would have spoken up, but this was supposedly Timon's meeting, so he supposed he'd let the meerkat speak up first before giving his two cents.

"Not much." Timon admitted with a shake of his head. This already felt to to be a bad beginning to the meeting with little information to provide to the first question. He thought back as far as he could in hopes of remembering something of certainty. "I doubt it's the organization behind them. I've seen some of 'em disappear for awhile too. -well, not seen, but you when you don't hear from 'em in awhile you start to suspect somethin', right? And when you DO hear from them again it's like they're new to the city all over again.

"It's gotta be something (or someone) big behind if even the organization is gettin' caught in it. My guess is it's that poor excuse of a mayor."

INTERESTING, Death commented. SO IT IS ENTIRELY POSSIBLE ONE WHO HAS DISAPPEARED MIGHT REAPPEAR WITHIN THE CITY. The idea merited further consideration, but while Kit's disappearance worried him, it could not stay at the top of his priority list for long. After all, Death had come here for information about a very different subject.

But Timon brought up a point he hadn't considered. THE MAYOR DOES NOT SEEM TO BE A REAL FORCE IN THE CITY, he said simply. I HAVE SEEN GOOD RULERS AND TRULY GREAT LEADERS, AND THIS MAYOR FALLS INTO NEITHER CATEGORY. I AM NOT CERTAIN IF HE IS AN EXCELLENT ACTOR OR A PAWN FOR A FORCE WE HAVE YET TO ENCOUNTER.

"Hmph, he's a pretty pathetic ruler that's for sure," Laharl said, inputting his couple Hell. The mayor just seemed like a joke to the Overlord. Anyone this place elected to be their ruler couldn't be all that great to begin with. Laharl didn't think much of the whole being elected thing in the first place, to be honest.

"Oh, and for the record, it isn't just possible someone might disapear then return, it's happened," the demon said, sitting up a bit, resting his folded arms on his chest. "My vassal Etna, she's been here twice and she doesn't remember the first time," Laharl explained.

The meerkat nodded in agreement. "I was thinkin' 'bout that too. She's from a different time than the first Etna that was here. The odds of the same person from the same time that disappeared reappearing though sound pretty bleak..."

"You know," Timon continued, leaving little room for anyone else to comment. "that's got me wondering; has the mayor ever disappeared? I mean, I know he's a lousy mayor n' all, but he was gone for awhile, 'business' or whatever his excuse was and when he got back... Maybe the same thing happened to him?"

Death nodded at Laharl. He'd heard much about him over the journals, and the boy was certainly living up to his reputation. SO SHE HAS REAPPEARED, BUT WITHOUT HER MEMORIES OF THIS PLACE, he he surmised, thinking. It made absolutely no sense to him, but perhaps there were spells surrounding this place he didn't understand. THIS IS STRANGE.

Timon once again brought up an idea he hadn't thought of. YOU BRING UP AN INTERESTING POINT. I DO NOT KNOW IF THE MAYOR IS SUBJECT TO THE LAWS OF THIS PLACE, BUT I WOULD DOUBT IT. IT SEEMS ONLY THE VISITORS TO THIS CITY DISAPPEAR AT RANDOM, AND THE MAYOR SEEMS TO BE A NATIVE. IF I WERE TO SEE HIM, he mused, I WOULD BE ABLE TO TELL. IS THERE A PLACE WE CAN FIND HIM?

Laharl would NEVER admit it, but there was the odd time when Timon DID show he had some brains, of course this wasn't one of those times. The Overlord rolled his eyes at Timon's idea, "The mayor definitely seems to be a native, and I don't know about either of you, but I've never heard any of them talking about eachother disapearing. It's only us who disapear."

"Although... where the hell would he go on business? There isn't anywhere TO go, right?" he then said, thoughtfully. The residents never spoke of anywhere to go other than Paixao. "Or, hell, where do they all come from, for that matter?"

It really made no sense. It was one of those mysteries of the damn place that never seemed to have a clear answer.

"Anyways, hn, I don't know, I think he hides cause he knows he'd have all of us after him if we did know where he lived, heh."

It was true enough. The Mayor was the closest thing this place had to a boss, so by those logics Laharl ought to be able to beat up the Mayor and take over Paixao.

"Where they all come from? You mean the citizens? It's a little late to be teachin' you the birds and the bee's, don't you think?" Shaking his head at Laharl's questioning, he shared a smirk to follow his remark. "Besides, I don't think Death here's got any diagrams on hand."

"I was trying to catch the Mayor today, since he was supposed to be here n' all for the festival, but from what I've he already might of left. Figures, he's probably gone back into hiding like Laharl said. Who knows where that is though."

The meerkat paused for a moment, suddenly finding himself remembering an important piece of knowledge he had yet the share. "Who knows aside from the organization. They know where he lives. -or at least they claim to."

Death was finding himself increasingly pleased with the fact that he'd come to this meeting despite the circumstances. Idea after idea that he'd never even considered were being tossed around, the sign of a worthwhile information exchange. There was one thing he didn't understand, however. I DO NOT UNDERSTAND WHAT BIRDS AND BEES HAVE TO DO WITH THE NATIVES OF THIS CITY, he commented, THOUGH I HAVE SEEN THE CITIZENS ENTERING THROUGH THE GATES SAME AS THE VISITORS DO.

AND YOU ARE CORRECT, I DO NOT HAVE ANY DIAGRAMS, he added helpfully, THOUGH I AM NOT SURE OF WHAT YOU WISHED THEM TO BE.

IF THE MAYOR IS INDEED IN LEAGUE WITH THE ORGANIZATION, Death built off Timon's idea, THEN IT MAKES SENSE THEY WOULD KNOW HIS PLACE OF RESIDENCE. I WONDER IF ONE OF THEM MIGHT BE SO KIND AS TO TELL US. While the flat tone belied no kind of emotion, one could barely detect the faintest glint of ironic mischief in the blue fire that made Death's eyes. Should less than orthodox methods be required, it said, no hesitance in performing them would be experienced.

Death delt in saint and sinner alike, seeing both the highest heights and absolute bottoms of the world. He knew just how these things worked.

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