[catch-all] old friend, I think of you still sometimes

[afoolsgold]

Characters: The Fool, Kit + you fine people
Date: Throughout April--dates specified.
Location: Throughout Aifaran: a textile shop in Malimo; Tamfen Row; the Union Quarter
Situation: Monthly catch-all for Kit and the Fool as they navigate various twists and turns in the Seaglass City; starters to appear in the comments.
Warnings/Rating: None currently, will warn as needed.



Kit!


The Fool!

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(Arts 4) Open!

[afoolsgold]

Tamfen Row’s eclectic blend of bizarre architecture and striking colours makes it the perfect location for street performers to do their thing--particularly when their thing constitutes some truly bizarre and cutting edge improvisation theatre. This is most definitely and without a doubt also the Fool’s thing.

It should come as a shock to exactly no one that as soon as he is plucked from the streets to be an impromptu background character, that he immediately steals each scene he features in. There is no witty line of banter that can stump him, no turn of phrase that can catch him off-guard or fluster him into falling out of character. A sword fight with wooden sticks? He performs with admirable flourish.

Tossing Nita with her own Arts Agenda tag on this, if that's all right. ^^

[unfavorableinstigation]

Nita ends up among the crowds, not exactly the showman type herself.

So she's clapping right along at one of the shows, cheering on both those she does and doesn't recognize - and then she feels a tap on her shoulder.

All the angular stranger offers her is a flower, but Nita's nonetheless unsettled for the rest of the performance. Or maybe the smell's bothering her...

The Fool can catch the telltale signs of an allergy attack - at least until the unconventional signs kick in, but by that point Nita's definitely no longer looking at the performance.

that's fine!

[afoolsgold]

Seasonal hayfever is nothing to be that concerned about, and so at first the Fool does not register Nita's distress--at least, not until the belching begins. He turns a neat pirouette and stops at the edge of the lane and regards Nita with a bright grin.

"Truly?" he exclaims, as though she's just said something rather scandalous, and takes a few sly steps closer. "You saw the Sentry do what with a professor from the academy?"

[unfavorableinstigation]

If Nita hadn't been caught so unawares by the attack of gassiness, she'd probably have something very snarky to say.

As it is, though, Nita just points the flower she's still holding in his direction, aiming a glare to go with it when she can catch her breath.