[EVENT] Moon and Mirrors (Welcome Mingle Log)

[khuimods]

Characters: ALL
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.

Comments

[corundrum]

["Not random people" is noted - maybe identity is important to magic, and it's worth noting if it's something Padparadscha is going to be encountering a lot. But otherwise, they remain placid enough, if a little preoccupied.]

Then maybe we'll simply have to rely on this sentry living up to their name. A day is awfully little time for us to be thinking we know the mechanisms of things here.

[Padparadscha doesn't seem too fussed about leaving it to them, despite the thoughtful look.]

[choseanidiot]

They should know what they're doin'. [It's an easy agreement, even as Rokuta shifts on his feet, gaze flicking around the area and landing lastly on the funhouse.] I just don't like not doing something if I can. And a kid...

[Of course, it wouldn't matter if it was an adult that was the only one gone; he'd be as adamant then to do what he can if he can, but it seems so typical, that'd be a kid who was the only one still gone.

His desire to help has nothing to do with distrust - surely the Sentry aren't just well-trained, and know the workings of their own world and city - it's simply an inability to sit by in the face of apparent cruelty. Literal inability. This isn't En, the child isn't one of En's inhabitants, but since he's here right now...]

[corundrum]

It seems like there's little you can do, doesn't it? No traces, no hints, and no familiarity with this world to know what to suspect. [It's phrased casually - Padparadscha's certainly not going to tell him what to do or not to do here, but right now, there's not a lot of options.]

It's a shame that it's a young one, but that might light more of a fire under them. The young are a greater loss in times like this.

[The older are experienced, but have often made their contributions by the time they're grabbed away. The young ones have potential yet untapped.]

[choseanidiot]

I'm used to having nothing to go off of when looking for someone.

[Rokuta shrugs, but there's a quiet, almost stern, determination in his tone. Not that making circled around the fun house is going to give much of any insight. But just... going back to the Bridge at the end of the day just doesn't seem right.]

In my experience, it's always a kid. [He grimaces, shaking his head sharply.] But I hope so.

[corundrum]

[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.]

[choseanidiot]

[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.]

[corundrum]

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.]

[choseanidiot]

[He grunts softly in agreement, then looks up, eyebrow quirked, at the mention of moon worship - what does that have to do with being sleepy? But, if they are getting tired, he won't keep him. Maybe he can just ask later.]

Uh-huh. Thanks. Sleep well..?

[It's a hesitant wish mostly because who knows if that's what they'll actually do, drowsy or not. Being not... organic, Rokuta would assume there are probably more differences than just the hair and what they're made up out of.]

[corundrum]

[For reasons definitely not immediately obvious, Padparadscha breaks into rather hearty laughter at that.]

Don't worry. I sleep better than anyone. [They've spent centuries doing it, after all. Even if their record is only two hundred and thirty one years at a time.

As they start to head off, they raise a hand in farewell.] See you around, little one. Or maybe "seedling" would work better, huh?

[If all his people are from the trees.]

[choseanidiot]

[What was so funny about that, he doesn't know, but with the follow up comment, Padparadscha isn't the only one to burst out into laughter after a startled second of processing what was just said.]

Oh, yeah, guess so. Never thought of it like that.

[Snickering, Rokuta shakes his head and gives a wave of his own.]