Foundation Day Festival: Stage Area

[paixaomayor.livejournal.com]

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

The stage isn't terribly large, but there's nearly always music coming from it one way or another. The entertainment here consists almost entirely of five or six acts in rotation, all of them by the gypsies; some are stand-alone music, while others are music and dance.

Normally, guests aren't allowed on stage or backstage, but there is a bulky fellow manning the backstage entrance who might let people in if they can convince him they are, in fact, on the roster.

Seating consists of a few rows of chairs facing the stage, and behind those, a few handfuls of small, metal, bistro-style outdoor tables and chairs.

Comments

12:01pm! hahahaha...

[thewaspwoman.livejournal.com]

Haruko managed to weasel her way through the line, acting as though she were a peanut seller at a baseball game, tugging her vespa behind her by rope, as on her ride over, it had died out not long into it. Figures. She was beginning to wonder if the city has a disease in it that broke her bike everytime she fixed it.

It could barely even fly anymore!

How annoying.

Securely attached to the seat was a crate she had swiped from a nearby building, filled with her curry that had been packed up when she realized about the festival (really, she should pay more attention to the message board instead of belatedly tearing down a flier). Her make-shift sign reading: CURRY FOR SALE - REAL MONEY ONLY hung on her back.

She called out, "curry for sale!" up until she managed to get through the front gate and the music made her come to a halt. She pulled out her Rickenbacker off the back of the vespa, then continued tugging it along until she was at the edge of the stage and left it behind to jump up onto it.

Backstage entrance? Psh, she went up-and-over right from the front, leaving her sign behind and weaseling her way around the gypsies, finding a spot somewhere on the ground, waving to the bulky-guard across the stage. If he really wanted to try and mess with her, she just may offer him curry first before beating him with her guitar.

And then she began to strum along, picking up the beat - or lack there of - and joining in with her own Haruhara Haruko twist!

Re: 12:01pm

[ix-enough.livejournal.com]

This was the kind of thing that made Demyx reeeeeally glad he was in disguise.

It was a good thing the gypsies were unusually pale for gypsies to begin with, or he wouldn't have stood a chance of blending in. But he did his best, dressed like them and even wearing a scarf on his head to make his hair a little less distinctive. (It was too bad the locals' sense of style was so different from his.) He'd even picked up a different sitar, which, although it kind of lacked something in tone quality, at least wasn't seven feet long and blue.

So far it'd worked well enough; he'd been able to keep an eye on the festival during his group's act, and sneak around in between. But when a random - or not-so-random, he realized with a start, he knew exactly where he'd seen that guitar before - girl jumped up on stage and joined in, that tended to be a little distracting.

The real gypsies, whose dance she'd interrupted, began trying to shoo her off the stage, and Demyx himself scooted his chair back from its position dangerously close to where she was messing around. This wouldn't exactly be a good time to be recognized.

Re: 12:01pm

[thewaspwoman.livejournal.com]

"Ahhh, shuddap! Keep on dancing, ya ravin' pixies!" she snapped, waving a hand through the air, then continuing playing. She growled under her breath, thinking that gypsies should be able to cope with her. She didn't need their moody attitudes. She should be happy enough playing on stage! Ha... well, if they really wanted to deal with her, she could give them a run for their money. She still had those frustrations built up from that gate incident; whoever the hell squealed about her presence. She had expected the police, not some black-cloaked thug.

Ah, the past is the past, right? Not like she'd hopefully run into the man again. She could only remember his eyes and voice. She skimmed the crowd, as if hto check that he wasn't going to be shooing her off the stage, thought she recognized this strange blonde... and her eyes held to him for a longer moment, but as it wasn't what she was looking for, her gazed move on.

That and it seemed like the ill-will against her was growing stronger.

Damn.

Re: 12:01pm

[ix-enough.livejournal.com]

It was indeed. The burly fellow from the backstage entrance finally lumbered over, bodily picking Haruko up and tossing her off the stage, Rickenbacker and all.

Demyx kept playing kind of automatically, not missing a beat and just watching the offender get removed. There was one very good thing that could be said about the citizens here, and that was that they didn't take kindly to their nice orderly ways being mucked with.

((ooc: Sorry for the late!late!LATE!fail!tag...))

Re: 12:01pm

[thewaspwoman.livejournal.com]

Haruko snorted when she righted herself again, brushing off her clothing and glancing up the the stage towards the burly man who tossed her off. Well... her luck certainly hadn't been improving since she got to this city. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she continued to curse Naota; as if the boy had placed a curse onto her when he set Atomsk free again.

Bugger.

She slunk along the crowd, eyes glinting and glaring at every Paixaoan and new arrival as she passed. She then stopped, eying the sky, guitar held over her shoulder, pondering. Slowly she glanced back, something sparking in her. Something familiar.

"You," she muttered, loud enough for the one particular person to hear. 'Bob Smith.' What a lame-ass cover name. Oh yes, she was addressing Demyx.

Re: 12:01pm

[ix-enough.livejournal.com]

The malice there was pretty easy to hear even over the music. Man, and he'd been hoping she wouldn't recognize him, too! That might not end too well. At times like this, there was only one thing to do: play dumb.

Still playing, Demyx looked puzzledly from side to side, as if trying to figure out who she was talking to. Or look for a way out. Of course, given that he could teleport, he wasn't terribly worried about that, but all the better if he could just confuse her.