The Park, Friday Night

[demonbelthazor]

Continued from here.


The quiet darkness of the park is broken as Darth Maul Belthazor comes flying through the air from the direction of the Rare Books Shop. He hits the ground with enough force to make a small crater and lies still.

Saturday, The Rare Books Shop

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A sign appears on the door:

The Rare Books Shop is CLOSED. Anya, Kiki, Marty...enjoy the Festival.

NO PUBLIC RESTROOMS

First Annual Fandom Town Harvest Festival

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A Rennaisance Faire

Overnight, tents have been set up thoughout the park. The entrance to the Festival is a large archway that leads you to a costume room. You must be in costume to enter. Period isn't important, and the basic costumes are Ladies in Waiting, Lords, Maids, and Cavaliers. If you'd prefer something else, dig for it...it's probably there.

A short row of small tents is set up for merchants. If you'd like to sell something, claim one, but if you claim it, it must be manned, not NPC'd.

Keep our town clean! Use the garbage cans.Mind the Belthazor shaped crater.

In the center of the park is a huge tent. In front of it is an arena with rows of swords and armor. There will be a tourney, and it is live steel. You are responsible for planning duels if you choose to do so.

Inside the tent are long tables. Snacks and drink are availible all day. The formal banquet will be served formally at dusk.

At the end of the tent is a dance floor. To the side is an area for the minstrels.

Several places throughout the festival are thrones. CJ welcomes you to her birthday party as Queen and Hostess. Enjoy yourselves!

[As of 9est/6pst Real Time, CJ is no longer at the Festival. She may return.]

Fandom, early morning

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It was still early morning, the town of Fandom was half asleep and there was a mist rising from the ocean that made for a grateful cover. Tex moved slowly through the streets, concentrating hard as she put one foot in front of the other. The shielding on her armour was out of control. It shimmered, died down, send sparks flying and died down again.

Concentrate.

She closed her eyes and tried to find the connection, be one with it, stay in control or the weight would take her down. It took all of her energy to keep the connection and she could feel the blood trickling down the back of her neck.

A dirty move. Hit just right and severe the node from the helmet. Leave your target with an armour that's a burden instead of protection. She knew all the dirty moves. So did they. Four of them, elite spartans. Ohio, Mississipi, Nebraska. She didn't get to see the fourth one. The one that hit from behind. Wyoming, maybe. It'd been a trick. She'd been set on getting the training equipment, never saw the trap they had set up for her. Sloppy.

Her knee gave out and she sagged through it. The metal clanging as it hit the pavement and she braced herself trying not to go down entirely. She gasped as the fall jarred her body. Cracked rib, no doubt. The connection to her armour was gone again and she closed her eyes trying to find it.

Movie Sign Theater 3000, Saturday, November 19

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The marquee lights up:


NOW PLAYING
In Honor of the Faire!
Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves
12:00, 3:00, 6:00, 9:00, 12:00

Important Announcement

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The First Annual Fandom Towne Harvest Festival Has been extended throughout the weekend. If pesky plot or post problems kept you from it today, we'll have another day of revelry tomorrow.

early evening: Sanctity

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Twilight is beckoning, somewhere, but Zhaan is ignoring it. She's perched on her stool again, carefully measuring elglita seeds into small bottles and stoppering them.

The events of the night before did not touch her, though the smell of chakkan oil and the stench of plasma blasts had invaded her garden that morning. But this was not her town to defend, it's not Moya and Pilot in danger from their own gods.

Through the open door, a chilled breeze wafts, and for just a moment, Zhaan paused her head tilted to one side.

"If only it were that simple," she said to the air.

To distract herself, she flipped on the radio, selecting a random station and allowing the music to drown out the strangeness in the air.

The Museum- Open

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Amanda is busy else where so Paige quickly opens the museum and waits for a NPC tour guide to arrive so she can go to the faire

((Amanda mun hope this okay))