http://paixaomayor.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] paixaomayor.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] paixaorpg2007-08-11 09:28 pm

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.

Re: 12:01pm

[identity profile] thewaspwoman.livejournal.com 2007-09-26 02:50 am (UTC)(link)
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

[identity profile] ix-enough.livejournal.com 2007-09-26 04:18 am (UTC)(link)
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.