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Post by Wayland on Jul 29, 2021 13:29:31 GMT -8
104 degrees Fahrenheit is too hot for garb and armor. Unless that armor is necessary to protect your life from swords and lances and arrows, but this isn’t the Crusades, nobody’s coming to kill the nerds who want to dress up like knights and royals for fun. 104 degrees is too hot to do that, but again, this isn’t the Crusades, there is such a thing as air conditioning here, and the unholy land of Las Vegas is replete with convention halls. One of them even occupies an entire building designed to evoke a medieval aesthetic. Which makes it perfect for the Las Vegas Summer Renaissance Faire. The faire has occupied an expansive space inside the hotel, cordoned off into different sections. There’s games and shows, food vendors selling turkey legs and steak-on-a-stake, an archery range blocked off with haybales to avoid accidents, combat arenas where you can watch people fight with medieval weapons or learn to do so yourself, and a whole row of vendors selling garb and knickknacks and hand-forged pins and blades. Ramona would be over at that last place herself, if she were here working the event instead of attending as a guest. Indoors like this she wouldn’t be able to set up her portable forge, but she could still have a stall with all sorts of things on display for sale, jewelry and weaponry and armor and knicknacks. Today she’s here just to have a good time. A lot of people she knows are around. Some friends, but most more like acquaintances, people she knows through the SCA who have come to help out and work at the event. One of them let her drop off some of her gear and change in the room they’d rented into hotel for that purpose. She’s dressed similarly to what she wore to Litha; a tunic, maroon this time, and dark trousers, both of linen. Leather belt and bracers, silver cuffs on her wrists, rings through her ears, and fangs hanging from her neck. No weapons this time though, not inside a casino, not outside the designated combat areas. She told Alecto she’d meet her near the main entrance, which is near where the Faire’s main food court has set up. She’s found a seat to wait, listening to a minstrel strum a lyre and sing faintly and whimsically of their king’s beauty and grace and how if guests are patient they may see him and his entourage taking to the faire. People come and go, some in modern attire, but many in garb; armor or doublets or robes or dresses from any time period ranging from iron-age to Victorian. This isn’t an SCA event, for all that lots of members are here; no one’s really enforcing any anti-anachronism rules. The sound of sword clashing on sword and armor can faintly be heard from the combat arenas. No horses at this faire though. The hotel maintains it’s own stables, and won’t let anyone else use them or their horses, or the grounds on which they host their own displays of medieval combat and jousting. Their insurance would throw a fit. |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2021 20:47:28 GMT -8
“Did you know the Bard of honor was part of a band that did well in Eurovision in the late 80’s? Crazy, right?”
The Chatelaines voice had a way of cutting through the din of the crowd as he found himself beside the Maker while they seemed to be loitering near the entrance. He was not exactly living the spirit himself, with black slacks and a green button up with the sleeves rolled up. He had in one hand a small bag of popcorn and looked out the grand entrance to the busy street, head slowly tilting to the other Lost present.
“Friends or something else?”
He asked before popping another kernel into his mouth.
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Post by Wayland on Aug 4, 2021 8:56:53 GMT -8
Archie’s voice makes her look up, twisting her neck around to find the source. This is unexpected, but not alarming. The faire is open to anyone who pays the entry fee, so anybody could be here. Mild surprise shows on her face, but she tilts her head towards a seat adjacent to her at the small, circular table she’s waiting at, occupying one of the four chairs herded around it. An invitation.
“A friend,” she answers with a small affirmative nod. Somebody who sounds like they don’t get out much. Not unlike Ramona up until recently. And she could’ve used a friend to help her find her way out of the bubble she’d built.
At her own pace, of course.
“Didn’t expect to see you here. Something about Shylock?” She asks Archie, arching a brow. She’d had to look up that reference. If Merchant of Venice was ever covered by any of the numerous schools she’d been moved to, she must’ve missed that part.
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Post by Alecto on Aug 4, 2021 11:27:20 GMT -8
Alecto did not have the money for a costume, nor was she looking to burn it for one day. What she did have was years of practice doing two daughters' hair and the makeup hacks from pageantry to toss together a getup. Sandals, a wrap dress with a shredded bottom over a bikini top, and a shimmering scarf as the belt was as whimsical as she was going to get. The picture she used for reference didn't come as close to the reality of her trying to do it to herself. Gold dust lifted off of her as she was bumped into by a father trying to catch one of his racing toddlers. It settled as she pointed him in the right direction, waving to the Ogre and Fairest. "Hey y'all!" she drawled, grinning at Wayland. "Hartman, too! Been a minute." |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 9, 2021 21:13:57 GMT -8
“Hath not a Jew eyes? Hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions…. A fan of Shakespere? Or just The Merchant? I dabbled when I was hitting the books, and in one way or another have come across the comparison, accusation, or whatever someone wants to call it.”
He slipped into a seat, still casually pecking at his popcorn as he tilted his head to catch the second Summer courtier. The two mantles surrounding him left a creeping anxiety in the back of his chest.
Nonetheless he tipped his snack towards Alecto agreeing.
“It has been a while, hasn’t it? Come to join us as we revisit english lit?”
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Post by Wayland on Aug 10, 2021 11:16:15 GMT -8
"Nah, never read that one. Had to look it up, after you mentioned it," she tells Archie while they discuss the old play. But she's watching the entrance, and she smiles when she spots Alecto coming towards them.
She raises a hand to return the wave, "Hey," she echoes, "It's good to see you, Megan. You look great," the Ogre enthuses, raising a hand, palm turned up, to indicate the Beast's makeup, hair, and outfit.
When Archie mentions English lit, she rolls her eyes, but there's amusement in her expression, "Not what I usually come to these things for." Though to be sure, there's bound to be more than a few nerds around here who would take Archie up on his offer with enthusiasm.
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Post by Alecto on Aug 10, 2021 16:53:27 GMT -8
"Just inaccurate costumes today," Alecto laughed. "Thanks, Ramona. Your stuff's way up there with being legitimately cool...she makes it herself," she added, looking to the Fairest, "If you want to talk academia, Archie I specialized in technology and politics ages ago. Asking me to quote something from a book without looking it up is a form of torture."
Her attention swept to different food options as she thought to herself, "Surprised to see you playing it low-key, actually." The Beast said, pointing out Archie's shift in fashion before focusing on the person who invited her. "Did you just wanna walk around, sweetheart or did you have something specific in mind? Sorry I missed the Beltane thing, I've been trying to keep my head down with all the hammers being thrown."
Wayland was aware on some level of what she can do. Being a Summer, however, didn't mean she was looking to be drafted into anything serious. "We're supposed to be getting into these groups for the New Age problem? Making sure our spiritual health isn't getting mucked with? God, I've been worried about my family because of that."
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Post by Deleted on Aug 10, 2021 19:42:04 GMT -8
“Ah yes, from the before times? With the Cee-dee, or as far back as the flop-pee.”
He exaggerated both pronunciations of storage media, tone friendly but aloof
“God I can’t believe we even had cars back then.”
Popcorn into his mouth as he shook his head softly. Gritting his teeth some when Alecto apologizes about Beltane.
“Don’t worry, I understand. Not everyone’s kind of party. Acquired taste, kind like this whole event. Figured casual works since my full plate is at the cleaners.”
The topic was broached of the call for motley’s. The humor helped cut some of the dryness in his voice. Not bitter towards Alecto but clearly not looking to linger.
“Ever been close to a nightmare? If it’s even a real physical thing? Or talk to it...Or a part of it, knowing that for an instant if it had any interest in you that was it?”
He made a throat cutting motion with some onamonapia with it following his reflection.
“Ramona and I kinda got a taste for it when we hit up the farmer’s market before it got big. I guess what I am saying is if you don’t have someone, I would make it sooner rather than later. Even better if someone has the opposite sleep schedule. Seeing a piece of it for real - I don’t want to imagine it in my head.”
He was alluding, but not going to mention their name.
Instead he turned to Wayland, letting the ogre give them any hint of what may the hip and cool thing to do.
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Post by Wayland on Aug 10, 2021 21:20:28 GMT -8
"I can understand that," the Ogre replies mildly, as Alecto explains why she's been scarce lately. The first few years she got out, she wasn't eager to play a role in the Freehold either, even a modest one. When talk turns to the 'Hold's current issues and politics, her eyes narrow in thoughtful consideration, listening as her two colleagues discuss the problem. At Archie's assessment, she nods as if to lend her own credence to his retelling of the events. "There are hard times ahead. We all need to dig in."
She brings the conversation back around towards the faire, since both Archie and Alecto seem to be looking to her for guidance there. "Well we could grab a bite if you're hungry, there's plenty of options. Steak-on-a-stake is good," she flicks a finger towards one of the many vendors. Then she looks back to Alecto, "Like I said on the phone, I'm mostly in it for the combat and the crafts, but there's plenty of fun stuff to do. You said you looked up the SCA, did anything catch your interest?"
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Post by Alecto on Aug 15, 2021 20:42:50 GMT -8
She flushed when Archie grit his teeth and addressed her, tossing the dice of risking more embarrassment to address the offense, "Archie, I blew off Ramona for work and wanted to apologize to her face. Ain't got nothing to do with you or yours. My comment about keeping my head down was meant about our department's recent problems with harassment. I got kids and I'm not looking to jeopardize my time by taking any promotions and demanding contracts."
Did that help? The Fairest had been gracious to her, and she had been close with Linden. She wasn't looking to draw his ire or kick him while he was down.
"Lets to axe throwing," Alecto laughed dryly. She noted both weren't interested in talking about the Fae Invasion, or the conundrum for those who didn't have access to blood relatives couldn't forge a Bargain against dream infiltration. She didn't blame them—the Beast was a bit of a stranger and it was a topic that was inappropriate for her to whine about. The dust shimmered like a sheen of sweat as she nodded back towards the activities.
She would have to take of the Fetch sooner than later.
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Post by Wayland on Sept 3, 2021 13:35:06 GMT -8
Alecto’s irritation seems justified, at least from what Wayland can tell. She gives Archie a side-eyed glance, hoping he’s not about to make this into any more of a thing than it already is. Well, she can probably help with that, anyway. “Axe throwing it is,” she says with enthusiasm and a small smile, “This way.” She makes to lead them away from the food court, towards where the games and activities booths have been set up.
Something physical, something athletic. That tracks. Both for the court she and Alecto share, and for the Beast’s demeanor when Linden invited the two of them to blow off a little steam. Alecto seems like she could benefit from the chance to use her muscles, feel her body move in space, and maybe damage something at the same time.
“Master Severin,” she greets one of the men attending the axe-throwing booth. He’s a wiry man in his 30’s, with dark hair and beard, wearing garb not too dissimilar to her own, a tunic and hose and flat leather shoes. She is greeted as ‘Mistress Bohannan’ as they grip each other’s forearms and smile, and the Ogre turns back to Alecto, gesturing her forward to introduce her, “This is my friend Megan, we’re here to throw some axes.”
A brief safety instruction follows, and a little money changing hands, before they’re let loose on the course with their projectiles, under the watchful gaze of the booth’s operators. Wayland promptly demonstrates that she’s done this before, by flipping one of the axes into her palm and heaving it downrange at the target, where it smacks near the bottom of the ring with a meaty thunk of metal on wood.
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