Claudia should not be painting faces. She's decently talented at a number of things—math, broomsports, packing a trunk to maximize efficiency—but art is not one of them.
Neither is saying no.
So when a first grader from Elflock Local asked her to paint a robin on her face, Claudia had no other choice. The line for the actual artist was so long, and it was her fault for sitting so close to the booth.
"All right, this is a lesson in keeping your expectations low, little buddy," she says with a yawn as she shoos away her latest victim and waves forward the next. "Step right up folks, I just learned what a robin looks like today."
Tybalt glides along the ice rather the same way he does on a broom. Not quite as effortless, perhaps, and he's definitely not capable of any fancy leaps or spins. But he has the basics down. He can go forward really fast, and stop, and, as he's demonstrating now, he can absolutely speed backward past the first person he recognizes and grin like a particularly cold demon. "Oh, you can go faster than that." He cajoles, skating in a large circle in front of his target to afford them a head start. Never say he's never been kind.
It's Frankenstein's special day, which he's celebrating by being very cold in Chanel's front pocket and intermittently fluttering to her shoulder for treats. She should probably have brought him home hours ago, she thinks idly. But he's comfortable. And she can't risk any time away from the festival while there's a DATE-date still going on. She has a sibling and a friend to spy on.
And another to skate with. Luckily. For their sake. She stands with Eddy now near the good Ex-Mayor's skating booth, and produces a dragot, for both their skate rentals. "This," she lays it down with some gravity, "Means you can't let us die out there, deal?" Actually, she's smiling. This is mostly a joke. She wouldn't risk her and her bird's lives on half a dragot, she knows her worth a little more than that.
With each lap around the rink, Felicity gains both speed and a misplaced sense of confidence. There reaches a moment (and critical velocity) when what she's doing goes from "skating" to "actively trying not to fall." The two look similar, but are very different. The former avoids Imogen, the latter doesn't.
There's a "Whoa!" followed by a Crack! followed by warm blood flowing down her face. At least this succeeded in getting her to stop moving. Her nose smarts, but it's nothing worse than one of her broomsport injuries.
"Sorry," she apologizes, tipping her head back and pinching the bridge of her nose. She spots Imogen's matching injury and gives a sheepish-guilty grin. "Need me to kiss that?"
In Zadie's opinion, water is a far more friendly thing than ice no matter how deep or fast or treacherous it might appear to be. She knows how to move in the water. Standing awkwardly on the ice with her knees trembling as she attempts to balance herself, she thinks that coming out here at all was probably a terrible mistake. She makes a small, careful slide forward and pauses to check her form. Then another. And another. Then stops to look back at the edge of the rink.
Maybe she should just retreat before she ends up falling on her butt? That definitely seems like the logical thing to do.
When she thinks no one is looking, Winter pulls a short string of what looks like cranberries, popcorn and peanut butter rolled in bird seed from a tree and nibbles on it.
Cicero attends the festival in the company of his very large, beloved, magical and old cockatoo. He adopted her after the death of an elderly neighbor, whose children weren't keen on inheriting the bird. She constantlyyellsnonsense but seems to understand English and basic grammar.
Perhaps you were blessed by one of dear Sweetie's nuggets of wisdom.
Laszlo says its quietly at first. He's been making eye contact with the creature for several seconds. It's not backing down. It can sense Laszlo's fear.
"Armani."
He inches closer to his friend. Friend? Yes, still a friend, but not just a fri—oh no, the goose, it hissed, like a snake. Laszlo retreats closer to Armani. "It's aggressive."
He's not quite sure what he'll do with them yet, but Hawthorne has been collecting samples of any berries or things with colors that strike him. He makes a hushed little sound of excitement when he spots a glossy blue-black feather on the ground outside the Gastrognome, and practically hops forward to scoop it up.
He doesn't even break any glass or trip anyone when he does, though a clay pot does fall out of a window above and nearly take his head off. He stares in stunned silence for a second, then puts his attention on his shiny new prize. This would be a nice color for ink.
"Okay! Okay, wait your turn!" Kermit stands on the middle of the owlery, covered with owls and feathers and poop.
"Mortimer—Mortimer, you've already had your share, let Millie have a chomp!" he scolds one oversized owl, shooing him away from his cupped hand full of seed, and he's replaced by an even bigger, fluffier owl. "Cristela, are you sure this is on your diet?"
It's important to note that Kermit neither owns an owl nor knows any of these owls personally. But he sure is enjoying the company.
Lately, Viola has had her eyes on the sky. She would have never guessed that her patronus would turn out to be a creature so effortlessly free. If you had asked her a month ago, she would have guessed something miserable and small and scared, like a mouse or a mole. Now, as she wanders along the Riverwalk, she looks up at the birds and wonders what lessons she can learn about herself from them.
As if by magic, a murmuration of blackbirds—a flock of her soul—swirls into sight. She pulls her heavy headphones from her ears and lets them dangle around her neck, listening instead for blackbird song. The charming chirping builds as she follows the flock along the path, rising into a crescendo until it coagulates into something different. She has only the foggiest sense that what she is hearing is not the melodious warble of bird song but a loud, insidious buzzing deep in her ears.
She's entranced and only vaguely aware that she is following these blackbirds somewhere. She'd follow them anywhere——a jerk at her collar stops her. Light as she is, she lurches back a step and blinks back into reality inches from the icy Greentooth River. She looks over her shoulder to see Wyatt standing there and she's really not sure if he is supposed to be with her, or not. "I—" She doesn't know what to say, so she doesn't try, just yet. A confused, frustrated expression passes over her features, crinkling her brow and drawing her eyes into flat, suspicious slits.
"Have you ever heard of Franz Mesmer?" Viola asks, after an uncomfortably long beat.
once many, many moons ago in a game long since gone, I did a thread with someone set in the Hogwarts owlery where their character propositioned mine to bang right there with all the birds and my character was absolutely horrified by the idea of rolling around in poop, which apparently did not occur to the other player and they got offended that I "turned it into a joke" and anyway now this is what I think of every single time I think of Harry Potter owleries.
Ok I might have to fight the government later today but UNTIL THEN I'm going to distract myself by writing a bunch of opens!! Let me know if you want anyone in particular but everyone (Mary Grace, Kermie, Cedar, Claudia) is here!!
I’m trapped at work til late again so starters won’t pop up til later but All of my kids are here! Namely Audrey(loves to feed birbs,) Chanel (tells gleefully about how rice might explode birds), Tybalt (insufferably fast on skates, race him, maybe he’ll fall in,) and Atlas (likely to get pooped on just out of bird karma somehow)
All my kids are here, for better or worse. Laszlo is on a DATE-date with Armani, he thinks? Social cues and emotions are hard. Uriah wants to SKATE RACE even though he can't skate very well. Might die. Val can skate pretty well and she's here to show off or maybe teach a cutie how to navigate the ice. Cicero is here with Swetyne, his massive cockatoo that speaks in full sentences like a neural network. I'm going to make interacting with her an RNG game.
SO!! all three of mine are here?? lmk if y'all wanna thread.
armani has a DATE-date with ~LASZLO~ and all the tree goths know about it because it's all he's talked about since laszlo asked him. he tried on every winter outfit he owns this morning and his section of the room currently looks like a disaster area. he's carrying around a parasol in case a bird tries to shit on him and ruin his DATE-date.
howdy is having fun misidentifying birds. and he's absolutely one of the assholes that's skating around really fast. will probably get in a fight with a bird by the end of the day.
echo's a native and i don't think she really gives a shit either way about birds, and has probably been to this festival too many times to care anymore. if anything, she'd do pretty twirls on the rink to show off and then go visit her abraxan while she's in town. horses > birds
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CITY HALL SQUARE: FOOD & FUN
Claudia's Knock Off Facepainting Experience (OPEN++)
Neither is saying no.
So when a first grader from Elflock Local asked her to paint a robin on her face, Claudia had no other choice. The line for the actual artist was so long, and it was her fault for sitting so close to the booth.
"All right, this is a lesson in keeping your expectations low, little buddy," she says with a yawn as she shoos away her latest victim and waves forward the next. "Step right up folks, I just learned what a robin looks like today."
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Claudia's Knock Off Facepainting Experience with Jupiter
Claudia's Knock Off Facepainting Experience with Jupiter
Claudia's Knock Off Facepainting Experience with Jupiter
Claudia's Knock Off Facepainting Experience with Nico
RIVERFRONT: ICE SKATING
RIVERFRONT: ICE RACE With Tybalt and VICTIMS++!
RIVERFRONT: ICE RACE With Tybalt and Adrian
RIVERFRONT: ICE RACE With Tybalt and Adrian
RIVERFRONT: ICE RACE With Tybalt and VICTIMS++!
RIVERFRONT: ICE RACE With Tybalt and Lydia
RIVERFRONT: ICE RACE With Tybalt and Lydia
RIVERFRONT: Chanel & Eddy & Frankie the Birdie
And another to skate with. Luckily. For their sake. She stands with Eddy now near the good Ex-Mayor's skating booth, and produces a dragot, for both their skate rentals. "This," she lays it down with some gravity, "Means you can't let us die out there, deal?" Actually, she's smiling. This is mostly a joke. She wouldn't risk her and her bird's lives on half a dragot, she knows her worth a little more than that.
RIVERFRONT: Chanel & Eddy & Frankie the Birdie
RIVERFRONT: Chanel & Eddy & Frankie the Birdie
RIVERFRONT: Chanel & Eddy & Frankie the Birdie
RIVERFRONT: Chanel & Eddy & Frankie the Birdie
RIVERFRONT: Chanel & Eddy & Frankie the Birdie
RIVERFRONT: Chanel & Eddy & Frankie the Birdie
RIVERFRONT: Chanel & Eddy & Frankie the Birdie
RIVERFRONT: Felicity and Imogen
There's a "Whoa!" followed by a Crack! followed by warm blood flowing down her face. At least this succeeded in getting her to stop moving. Her nose smarts, but it's nothing worse than one of her broomsport injuries.
"Sorry," she apologizes, tipping her head back and pinching the bridge of her nose. She spots Imogen's matching injury and gives a sheepish-guilty grin. "Need me to kiss that?"
RIVERFRONT: Zadie vs. Ice (Open)
Maybe she should just retreat before she ends up falling on her butt? That definitely seems like the logical thing to do.
AROUND TOWN: FEED THE BIRDS
AROUND THE TOWN: A GOBLIN (Open I guess?)
A GOBLIN and a BAD LUCK CHARM
A GOBLIN and a BAD LUCK CHARM
AROUND TOWN: CONSULT THE BIRDS
Perhaps you were blessed by one of dear Sweetie's nuggets of wisdom.
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AROUND TOWN: Armani rescues Laszlo plus audience members?
Laszlo says its quietly at first. He's been making eye contact with the creature for several seconds. It's not backing down. It can sense Laszlo's fear.
"Armani."
He inches closer to his friend. Friend? Yes, still a friend, but not just a fri—oh no, the goose, it hissed, like a snake. Laszlo retreats closer to Armani. "It's aggressive."
It's a goose.
AROUND TOWN: Armani rescues Laszlo plus audience members?
AROUND TOWN: Hawthorne Collects Feathers (OPEN)
He doesn't even break any glass or trip anyone when he does, though a clay pot does fall out of a window above and nearly take his head off. He stares in stunned silence for a second, then puts his attention on his shiny new prize. This would be a nice color for ink.
ELSEWHERE & EVENING
SCHOOL OWLERY: Kermie & OPEN+
"Mortimer—Mortimer, you've already had your share, let Millie have a chomp!" he scolds one oversized owl, shooing him away from his cupped hand full of seed, and he's replaced by an even bigger, fluffier owl. "Cristela, are you sure this is on your diet?"
It's important to note that Kermit neither owns an owl nor knows any of these owls personally. But he sure is enjoying the company.
SCHOOL OWLERY: some good old fashioned poop bonding
SCHOOL OWLERY: some good old fashioned poop bonding
SCHOOL OWLERY: some good old fashioned poop bonding
SCHOOL OWLERY: some good old fashioned poop bonding
RIVERWALK: Viola & Wyatt
As if by magic, a murmuration of blackbirds—a flock of her soul—swirls into sight. She pulls her heavy headphones from her ears and lets them dangle around her neck, listening instead for blackbird song. The charming chirping builds as she follows the flock along the path, rising into a crescendo until it coagulates into something different. She has only the foggiest sense that what she is hearing is not the melodious warble of bird song but a loud, insidious buzzing deep in her ears.
She's entranced and only vaguely aware that she is following these blackbirds somewhere. She'd follow them anywhere——a jerk at her collar stops her. Light as she is, she lurches back a step and blinks back into reality inches from the icy Greentooth River. She looks over her shoulder to see Wyatt standing there and she's really not sure if he is supposed to be with her, or not. "I—" She doesn't know what to say, so she doesn't try, just yet. A confused, frustrated expression passes over her features, crinkling her brow and drawing her eyes into flat, suspicious slits.
"Have you ever heard of Franz Mesmer?" Viola asks, after an uncomfortably long beat.
RIVERWALK: Viola & Wyatt
RIVERWALK: Viola & Wyatt
RIVERWALK: Viola & Wyatt
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All of my kids are here! Namely Audrey(loves to feed birbs,) Chanel (tells gleefully about how rice might explode birds), Tybalt (insufferably fast on skates, race him, maybe he’ll fall in,) and Atlas (likely to get pooped on just out of bird karma somehow)
Let me know if you want them specifically!!!
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thank you ♥
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I love birds.
All my kids are here, for better or worse. Laszlo is on a DATE-date with Armani, he thinks? Social cues and emotions are hard. Uriah wants to SKATE RACE even though he can't skate very well. Might die. Val can skate pretty well and she's here to show off or maybe teach a cutie how to navigate the ice. Cicero is here with Swetyne, his massive cockatoo that speaks in full sentences like a neural network. I'm going to make interacting with her an RNG game.
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SO!! all three of mine are here?? lmk if y'all wanna thread.
armani has a DATE-date with ~LASZLO~ and all the tree goths know about it because it's all he's talked about since laszlo asked him. he tried on every winter outfit he owns this morning and his section of the room currently looks like a disaster area. he's carrying around a parasol in case a bird tries to shit on him and ruin his DATE-date.
howdy is having fun misidentifying birds. and he's absolutely one of the assholes that's skating around really fast. will probably get in a fight with a bird by the end of the day.
echo's a native and i don't think she really gives a shit either way about birds, and has probably been to this festival too many times to care anymore. if anything, she'd do pretty twirls on the rink to show off and then go visit her abraxan while she's in town. horses > birds
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