Foundation Day Festival: Food Tent

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

[overlords_wrath]

Laharl's eyes only had a brief moment to widen before he had Flonne colliding into him and he found himself toppling backwards from the force. Automatically his arms found their way around her, one around her waist and the other over her shoulder and bent up over the crown of her head protectively as he fell hard onto his back with a grunt.

It took a moment to register what had happened. He heard... Etna? And saw out of the corner of his eye the dark trails of Larxene's portal vanish. Damnit, she got away. Oh well, whatever, there were more important things. Like dealing with the weeping fallen angel, laying on top of him.

He could feel her tears on his neck as he held her, and he continued to lay there for several long moments simply doing so as he finally had a moment to let out a sigh of relief. She was safe now. Hurt, but safe. No thanks to him, however.... Well, first things first, he had to get them off the ground.

Normally he would have blushed, spluttered and more likely than not have simply spazzed at being in such a position, however her pain filled cries subdued any such inclinations. Slowly Laharl began to move his hand from her head and pushed back her hair. "Flonne?" he mumbled softly after a moment, but didn't wait for a reply, "I'm moving now.... okay?"

Glancing up at Death's offered hand, he shook his head, waving it off, as he could manage fine himself. Shifting his grasp around her, he carefully eased her partially to the ground as he rolled to his side then moved onto his knees, but still held her head and shoulders up against him. Reaching for his cloak, he quickly pulled it off and wrapped it around her. That done, he slid his other arm beneath her knees and scooped her up like she weighed nothing, rising to his feet quite easily from there.

"No way," Laharl replied Death's suggestion with vehemence, "I trust them as much as I trust Larxene. I just want to get the hell out of here." He felt pretty sure Etna or he could bandage up her arm just as easily as they could, and it would be easier to clean up in a bathroom anyways. No, there was no way they were sticking around. He just wanted to get her far away from here.

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

[faithxhealer.livejournal.com]

Flonne let out a sharp cry as she collided with Laharl, her injured arm caught between her chest and his. Dazed, she lay where she was - namely, on top of Laharl - sobbing and crying from the pain that had nearly blinded her.

She didn't hear Laharl's words and barely felt the cloak being wrapped around her, but she could move enough to wrap her good arm around Laharl's shoulders as he lifted her, and she clung tightly to him, sobbing loudly and completely unwilling to let go anytime soon.