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[EVENT] Moon and Mirrors (Welcome Mingle Log)

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Date: January 15
Location: At the Dreaming Bridge and all over Aifaran!
Situation: A large influx of Dreamfolk arrive in time for one of the Lunar Festivals, and they're all invited!
Warnings/Rating: N/A

A surprising amount of Dreamfolk have arrived within a short time frame - a peculiarity remarked upon by a number of Aifaran's residents. It is unusual in that it coincides with a lunar festival, one which only happens every fifty or so years.

Newcomers will find the streets packed with all sorts of people, stalls of fried and sugared foods, carnivalesque games and rides, and all other manner of things to do. Merchants are very keen to get their wares out there, and the stipend given may just burn a hole in your pocket when you see what's for sale.

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Act older, get treated with your apparent maturity. This goes the other way more often. It doesn't mean she won't try to protect him, but she can at least respect the businesslike attitude.

There's a quick flicker of a smile back, something resigned to the situation but cheerful about it. "Well, still better than having only one pair of eyes," she agrees. She'd be happier if she had something to sense magic, but she'll work with what she's got. "Let's take a look this way, then. Although with this many people..."

Hopefully there'll be something left for them to spot.

Note to self: never let Jones meet this Tony, either.

Eve considers that, then amends that it might be fun to watch if they were prevented from stealing anything.

She watches Pepper's armor fold up with wide, appropriately appreciative eyes, and there's a low whistle. Beyond the function, it's nice looking armor. Practical, not like some fantasy armor designs.

--And then Pepper vanishes. Eve startles, and narrows her eyes as though focusing will make the armor visible. Nope. Going to have to focus on other senses. "That's impressive." She didn't think technology was at quite that level yet.

"Of course I do. They mean it when they say that knowledge is power - and not only in the direct, magic-using sense."

This human was awfully uptight, wasn't he? It was one thing to not be a fan of crowds, and quite another to not care about comfort or a fun activity. Naesala didn't think he had ever met anyone that cared so little about those things. What was this guy, a monk?

"Well, I'm not going to force you into it. After all, I'm only going to observe the culture here myself."

[So he's one of those ones, then, who won't be convinced. In that case, Padparadscha isn't going to waste time in the attempt, merely raising a hand to indicate stepping back from the subject.]

It seems like it, doesn't it? The little ones are always the first targets. But there's no lack of interest in finding the answer right now.

[Assuming they can find one at all. People becoming lost for thousands of years is a familiar occurence for Padparadscha.]

After her own orientation and moving in, Sheena's currently touring Breakwater with plans to visit Quayside as soon as she's done. Doing so not only gives her the chance to learn the layouts, but also to see who else from Keeliai may be here.

She's in the process of shaking her head once again in disbelief at the amount of time that had passed when she sees a familiar figure just up ahead.

Starting to call out, she realizes it's too late as the door closes behind the young woman. She approaches the door and knocks, steeling herself for possibly making an error as she calls out in friendly excitement.

"Pepper? Is that you? It's Sheena."

I suppose that means I will need to learn to be cordial. (Not that it seems all that difficult of a task for her, but they did start off rough as is.)

Though I much rather listen than speak myself.

That is what we are being told, but who is to say that is the truth? It could just be what they say to trick us into becoming detached from our prior obligations.

(Trust... is not so easily earned by her.) You phrased that in an interesting manner.

(He said that she was free, not that they both were free.)

"Yeah," Rokuta mumbles, then throws a look around, "maybe between those of us who're trying to look and the Sentry, someone will find something..." Something he really, really hopes. There's already been a couple of people who's disappeared, and as long as no one can figure anything out, the risk of people continuing to do so lingers.

"Don't seem like they're keeping people away yet... but there's an area 'round here people are disappearing in, isn't there?" He's been wandering further away while asking people, and no one elsewhere on the festival grounds and on the streets seem to have had people go missing.

[Unfortunately he is, though less from stubborn optimism or refusing to give up... he simply can't not.]

Hopefully that means there'll be an answer, and soon. [He huffs, slumping briefly before he straightens up, glancing up at Padparadscha.] I'm gonna make at least one more round... you staying, or going back? It is getting kinda late.

[Which is why he'd understand if anyone would prefer to take a break... though he isn't including himself in that, nope.]

Then the world shall expand.

[ She's fine with that. Going out and exploring new ground, striking into uncharted territory, is another kind of revolution. ]

This is an adventure.

[ Hibiki continues to rub at her neck, assessing its situation. As a performer, her throat is priceless - it's the means by which she grants her audience a luxurious experience. ]

Medicine should suffice.

[ Something to keep bruising down. Her throat itself, however....

Tea. ]

No other option seems possible.

[ Ah, well. Hibiki turns to try the other way, then. There is no sign that she thinks she might have picked the wrong way to begin with. ] Hold the creature fast.

[ If you don't take proper care of the snake, then there's no point in them finding the staff. ]

Danny shrugs.

"Technically? I'm pretty sure its still food. The edibility might be questionable."

[He shrugs and smiles back at her.]

If people are lining up like this, at least the odds are good we found some decent food.

Devin was absolutely right; Leo was that type of person to risk his life for a shot, and he would probably absolutely do so in the future-but right now it was just of cute rabbit birds. Michella clearly liked the attention and flopped into his arms, the wings draping over him.

"Well yeah, what else am I supposed to do? I can't pass up cute little creatures like these. And I named them after...well, the one you're holding is named after my sister. This one is named after my fr-coworker, Chain," Leo said, pointing up to her.

"Mr. Klaus said I came apparently a long time ago, but I don't remember anything about that," Leo said to himself softly. He'd almost-well he HAD-forgotten Klaus talking about that in the haze of his eyes fucking him up. "I guess it must have not been the same me, like him."

He did turn his eyes towards the empty third bed, suddenly looking kind of sheepish. "Wait, you're saying I'm gonna be the only guy rooming here? Won't it get like-kinda awkward for you two?"

Leo just stared back at him for a minute because he wasn't exactly expecting the guy to just. Stare. That was just wierd. Even for this guy.

"Uh, it's a bibiru. It's apparently native to this area. The petting zoo gave me these two to take care of for...reasons. You...want to hold one?" Leo asked awkwardly. Maybe he was interested in them.

"She doesn't look very concerned. I think they're used to people hugging them," Leo said, looking down at the bibiru. She was just sitting in a ball with her wings half out, nose twitching at the air. At least, he hoped the bibiru hadn't cared. "Besides, I don't think they're exactly like rabbits. They're just-cute."

She laughs, a delighted sound.

"The turtle was rather larger, than you'd imagine." She says, dryly. "It carried a city on it's back that was big enough for us and the kedan." She shrugs. "It took some getting used to, but I suppose, I came to see it as home."

[He averts his gaze, peering out to the middle distance instead. There’s no way to verify, but he's fairly certain he's dead, the true death of having his Core obliterated.]

[His old purpose—protect humans from Roidmude. But there are no Roidmude here.]

That claim... It wouldn’t keep you from finding a way back, will it? If your purpose in your world was important.

Good.

[Hope that wasn’t an expectation for him to actually get the medicine, Hibiki... Chase doesn’t understand those kinds of subtleties well. Especially with a snake on his hands.]

Why were you wearing this...?

Ain't no need for that. Not like it knows where to get food aside from people.

[So while the selys is getting more restless where it still is in his sleeve, it's not about to wriggle out and start to slither away. Which means Rokuta can once again get distracted by Hibiki's... amazing... clothes and wonder why.]

... Are those really the clothes you usually wear?

[He just couldn't help himself.]

Ah, I'm sure people won't mind that much, having someone suddenly pop up behind them like that. [Padparadscha didn't really care personally, since they've lived more than long enough to distinguish that from an actual threat, but there's an amusement to their tone that says they know full well others might not agree.]

There's nothing wrong with that. After all, people who have the most to say often say the least, in every sense.

[Those who have nothing to say ramble without meaning, people who have things of importance to say keep it to themselves except when needed.]

Time will tell, huh? [Padparadscha is much more prepared to wait for an answer, but that might be because days, weeks and even years aren't a long span of time for them anymore.

As it is, though, after a few more moments of looking over the scene, Padparadscha turns on their heel abruptly, raising their hands into a luxuriant stretch.]

Ah, I'm starting to get drowsy. Maybe it's the moon worship. But good luck on your search.

[Perhaps they'll look into it themselves if no answer comes to light.]

Is it? That's a funny thing to call it. [Not the one Padparadscha would use, but then, they generally think of an adventure as something undertaken willingly. Perhaps they could decide to make it an adventure after the fact.]

But there certainly is a lot more to learn here.

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