SURPRISE CARNIVAL - RPLOG
Participants
Date
17/5/478
Log
The Marketplace is packed with people dashing around, carrying all sorts of goods from prizes won at little game stands, to possibly priceless* treasures* available from the various merchants harking their wares... Bright baubles and jewelry is hanging out, along with plentiful amounts of decorative and festive outfits for male and females of all shapes and sizes! Certainly, if you have the coin, they possibly have what you need around here!
Near the center of the square, under the biggest tarp though, is the main attraction it seems! A group of roughly a dozen Wildabeast and jackle beings playing instruments from accordians, tubas, trumpets, glass jars strapped together, a beat up piano, and some drums that one Hyena minstrel is heavily focused on! The leader of this motly group, a male Moose with a graceful folks badge on his belt, is standing infront of this group, bellowing out notes to some mixture of old creature songs and current promise top tens forced into this crazed polka theme! All manner of beings, from nobles to the commoners, are dancing merrily around the group, with no one style taking precidence... It was by all definitions, crazy!
Fenris is right in the mix, laughing and dancing with the other beings! The big tiger was roaming the marketplace for Saint's Day and was pleasantly surprised by the impromptu festival. His discarded priestly vestiments are probably around here somewhere.
Angus cheers for the band, claping as he finds himself swept up in the merriment! He had come here jsut to pick up a few things, but when he found the party he just had to join. Grabbing his cane he leans on it, before turning away from the dancing to check out a few of the merchants!
Cara walks through the square and raises an eyebrow in surprise, "Well, I honestly never expected a festival today." As she walks past the merchant stands, she stops and smiles before asking one of the merchants, "Do you have anything that might be useful for a feline?"
Clad in a scandalously shiny, neon pink tube-top and short skirt that does far less to keep her modest than her natural shaggy coat, Bolormaa looks distinctly uncomfortable, hands on each opposite shoulder, hugging herself and keeping her eyes downcast. She hadn't seen her fellow offworlder Dax in a while, and even if he was disgustingly positive, he understood how this culture shock felt. And Donovan said she 'needed to learn how to interact with others like a normal Being.' Suuure. He was probably just trying to get rid of her too.
Although it was hard to focus on her misery with the Sweetwater Cacophonic Philharmonic and whatever the hell that was. ... Polka? She'd been dragged across the galaxy and deposited on a planet where the popular music was...polka? "Aw, FUCK!" she exclaims aggressively to nobody in particular. Well, that's one way to break the ice...
A large female hippo reaches out to grab at Fenris' hand as a few beings part for them! Dear lord, it seems Fenris was snagged by a Good woman! The Hippo trying to pull him in close as she winks down at the Tiger whom mannaged to be just her size! "Hope you got moves to spare there fluffy!" Seems she was intent on taking the fluffy tiger for a dance test!
A roaming solacious near the merchants barely goes unnoticed for a moment, before a trio of Ferret woman swarm around him holding bundles and bags in their arms! The eldest of the trio is quickest on the jump it seems as she grins to angus. "Hey there handsome! Traveling alone tonight? Now that's just no good! Why don't you keep us company hm~?" The youngest jumps in only a moment later to hold up a thick and redicuously poofy male jumpsuit, styled after the Creator Jumpsuits! "How about this cutting edge of fashion sir~?"
Cara's question falls on a older chimp sitting behind a stand filled to the brim with instruments as he sliiides forward and goes to try and put an arm around her shoulders to pull her in! "We have everything for everyone young lady! Just tell ol'Croozy what you're looking for, and I'll help you eh? Maybe a few instruments to help you with giving out some cat calls?" The chimp obviously thinks he's clever as he winks to Cara teasingly, seems he has a sense of humor!
Bolormaa's outburst causes a few beings to jump around her, eyeing the rather uncomfortable looking woman before sliding away from her... Though, that awkward silence is broken by a now more awkward situation as a rather chubby Corgi male in a rather lavish dress approaches her with a wave! Seems he just got back from some sort of pagent? This festival was weird. "HEY THERE! My names Ichabod! You look like you need some help around here!" The little man snapping his fingers to the beat of the polka as it continues to change chaotically!
Fenris laughs and allows himself to be pulled along into the dance. "I confess," he says, "It has been a while since I have danced with a pretty lady, Lady!" The big cat is certainly game, though, throwing himself into the energetic steps of the dance with gusto!
Angus is swarmed by ferrets, catching him off guard as he laughs at their attention. "Now now ladies." He answers, flashing them all a smile. "I'm here looking for a gift for my bondmate, but I appreciate the offers." HE does give the jumpsuit a once more, eyeing the fabrics before he focuses his attention once more.
Cara nods her head in disagreement, "Well, I was hoping for something that might be a little helpful in." The feline stops as she hears something about something fluffy. She turns around and her eyes widen upon seeing the feline dance with the rather hefty lady from the distance. She quickly turns to face the chimp and places five crowns on the stand before speaking, "Sorry, about this. I'll be back in a moment." Afterwards, the athletic feline just runs directly over to the tarp in order to watch the dancing.
Bolormaa scrunches her face at pudgy little Corgi who decided to invite himself over, that pink slash upside her face giving her a bit of an unconscious sneer. This ridiculous worshipful mimicry of HOOMYN--er, Creator fashion, by way of ancient fabrics, the mishmash of styles with absolutely zero understanding of the context...she couldn't make sense of it.
So...why bother trying? Her snarling face splits into a crooked grin that fails to be more comforting than her scowl. "Yeah, okay, sure!" she replies with ironic cheer. "What are you people all on, and where can I get some?"
