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paixaorpg2007-08-11 09:28 pm
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Foundation Day Festival: Stage Area
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.
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.
Re: 12:01pm
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
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.