lucetilogs | The Cultural Fair!

Who: Everyone's invited!
What: The Cultural Fair
When: June 5th- 12th - admittedly dates are sort of nebulous - set up could have begun as early as the 5th, but given the event recently, more days could have been taken to do it and for people to involve themselves, so it probably "officially" starts a little later (by the 8th at the very least, though work can go on throughout it) - feel free to use your judgement/have fun!
Where: All around the town square!
Summary: Here.
Rating: ... who knows?!

Notes: Booths can be labeled as separate comments! Just put [booth name] or something in the subject line so people can find top level comments easier.

Work probably started for it on the 5th-7/8th for labor purposes, though feel free to use dates to your advantage here! (Even if characters slapdash something at the last minute, it would be fun to see! It would even be encouraged after the crazy from the last event - kind of a way to get back in touch with themselves.)

CHARACTERS ARE WELCOME TO TAG THE LOG FOR INTERACTING WITH OTHERS, NOT JUST BOOTHS, SO FEEL FREE TO TAG IN! Also a character who might not know what's going on is welcome to walk by and question it! And so forth. (Helios and Ikki made posts in regard to it and there have been art club posters around, so anyone could have noticed those as well!)

I'll leave descriptions up to you all as there isn't much that is too uniform about the displays, as everyone is encouraged to be creative about their presentations and how hard the characters worked isn't something I could define for each of you. Just keep in mind that this takes place in the plaza, there shouldn't be an issue with blocking traffic (there may be ropes up to try and keep pathways clear, however!), though it may branch around various points of the square depending on where someone wants a booth located / the number of actual participants. The square will also have a lot of brightly colored signs and decorations indicating what is going on!

For ideas/reference on how it was handled last time, feel free to look through here! There's no official signup, so go forth!

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"Oooh! That's a nice shiny! Where'd you get it?" He affably lifted a shell for her to place it beneath.

"This is what happens when lightening strikes sand during a storm, Jack. I may have had an enthusiastic argument with someone last week." One that involved thrown lightening. It all ended well enough.

She set the bit of glass under the shell.

"Fancy," he murmured, closing the shell over it. "Who'd you argue with, Zeus?"

Because with the way Luceti went, Zeus might as well be here, too.

"Derek. We may have thrown a little lightening around." She shrugged. No one was hurt afterward, not really.

"Bugger." Jack had had his own run-in with the possessed Derek. "Suppose I'm lucky he didn't zap me on me bridge." Not that Derek ever WOULD do something like that, really.

"As with most arguments, I started it. He was being particularly infuriating." A beat. "Did you fight on the bridge?"

"Aye. It were a very daring sort of fight, really."

In other words, Jack had run away.

"Any injury from this fight I ought to be aware of?" If no one had come to her or contacted her over it, odds were in favor of both walking away fine.

"Nothing that didn't wash off." He began switching the shells around, faster and faster. "Me an' Derek are mates, you know. We wouldn't.

Even when he were......

We'd likely never go that far."

"When he were...?" Attention half on Jack and half on the shells, attempting to keep track of the bit of glass. She certainly had no desire to come up with romantically poetry for the pirate. "Possessed?"

"No."

With extreme, effortless concentration, Jack finally swung the shells into position. He had no intention of answering Adele's question.

"Right. Choose! Choose rightly, you're the possessor of lightning-glass. Choose wrongly, and you'll be penning me a sonnet to make angels weep."

"Infected." A shot in the dark, certainly, but entirely plausible. She remembered something about a feral edge to Derek when he'd been here last during some shift or another.

Though the thought was quickly set aside in favor of staring down at the shells.

Merde.

"...The center shell."

"Wrong." He made no move to lift it.

"To which?"

"Not the right shell."

"...Merde. I owe you a sonnet, then?"

And she didn't even ask to CHECK.

"Mmmhmm! You do! You've got a month to come up with it, lass."

"The Pirate has mercy. Merci." Normally, she would. Now, though, her mind was lax and out of suspicion.

"You're welcome, darling. Bueno luck with all that poeticism."

"I shall take my glass back, then. As the wager was for a poem rather than that bit of shine."

Very magnanimously, Jack hands it back. "Of course, of course -- I'd never once THINK of keeping it, lovely."

"It would be yours for the asking, Jackie Dear. But you would need to ask first." She looks from his hand to the shells, trying to discern if it had come from one in particular but she'd missed the removal. Ah, well.

Poetry it will be.

Poetry it will be and he will enjoy every minute of it. "I don't require your trinkets, darling. They lose their loveliness in my mucky hands."

"Perhaps if you washed them a bit more often they wouldn't be quite so mucky." She reaches out to squeeze one all the same.

"Most of those marks won't wash off. Or not too easily, at any rate." He squeezes her hand back. Jack likes Adele very much. There's a strange camaraderie when it comes to the Frenchwoman that he never expected to feel.

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