a late autumn wasp

[baedalites.livejournal.com]

Who: Everyone!
What: A harvest festival and talent show.
Where: Howl Barrow
When: Misdi, the first of Maryden.
Notes: Players are encouraged to invent NPCs, talent acts, or have their characters participate in the show. Have questions? Need to plot more? There's an OOC post for that.

The Zygoda squats in Howl Barrow like an extravagant toad, weighted down by enough decorative architecture to make a baroque angel blush. Live colourful birds - of which an alarming number appear to be cockatoos - roost between the columns and pillars of the facade. The light-up sign outside declares THIS NIGHT ONLY AT THE ZYGODA; AUTUMNAL FESTIVITIES; AMATEUR NIGHT; EVERYONE WELCOME; HARVEST PIES!

The street beneath it has turned into a carnival in its own right; there are tents and stalls selling anything from fortunes told, candy, face paint, and odd little handicrafts. There are street performers and vaudeville artists putting on shows that invite bystanders to join in. The crowd appears to be in a good mood, happy perhaps to be able to let lose and blow off some steam in a friendly context for once. Some wear masks, others are dressed in finery, and others still look like they just got out of work. No one seems to mind either way. The theatres doors stand open, inviting those who wish to step inside.

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[aldabeyoun.livejournal.com]

Njoki wrinkles up her nose in distaste. She's got her own odd habits, but thankfully that is not among them.

"I knew a man that would lick at the corners of his mouth when he was nervous and he was always scared of some damn thing or other," she says with a chuff and other dismissive expression. They should both rejoice in their perfect normalcy, right? "I'm Ki, eh?"

[neverrundry.livejournal.com]

He has his own bad habits, as well, but there's just something about Barty's 'tongue thing' which sets him (and others, he suspects) on edge. Barty's eyes go a little too wide, his insanity a little too contrived. Antonin thinks he probably does it to get a rise out of people. The obnoxious younger brother, plying for attention by being obnoxious.

"Ki," he echoes, then holds out one large hand. He has no compunctions about being friendly with the filthy Muggles of the world. Just so long as they stay in their place. "Antonin. Been here..."

He trails off, then shrugs. A few days, a week. He's not so sure.

[aldabeyoun.livejournal.com]

"'Bout the same. Bit longer, probably," she says, taking his hand and shaking. Antonin might notice that her temperature runs a bit hot and her hands are one of the few visible areas of skin that aren't intentionally scarred.

"These days, I'm from Mafaton."

[neverrundry.livejournal.com]

"Think I'm from Sobek Croix," he responds, noting her scars and the lack of them on her hands with a frown. He writes it off, however, as a story for another time. First meetings and all.

"Been kipping with the Malfoys. The younger Lucius." With a snort, he goes on, "Not sure that means much. They're both ponces."

[aldabeyoun.livejournal.com]

"I don't know them, but I'm sure they can't be that bad," she says with a tone implying that he really ought to continue the story and expound on just how poncy they are.

[neverrundry.livejournal.com]

"You think so?" he asks with a laugh. "Listen. Lucius - back in our world, he's got this manor house. It's a bloody estate, and if you can't fit London proper in it, I'll eat my wand. And what does this prat do with his money, you ask?" She hasn't asked, but he's going to detail it, anyway.

"Peacocks. A couple of those white ones just roam about on his land like he's the Queen of Sheba."

He produces his flask again and, before drinking from it, mutters, "Acts like it, doesn't he?"

[aldabeyoun.livejournal.com]

"I don't understand the problem. If I had more money than God, you know I'd send everyone a white peacock in the mail. Maybe with a tasteful card attached." Maybe not. Wouldn't do to go overboard, you know how it is.

"Are you telling me your do anything different?"

[neverrundry.livejournal.com]

Antonin gives the flask a shake, indicating that he would buy himself a good deal of liquor. Then again, with that much liquor, he would probably send everyone a white peacock in the post.

"You have to meet him to understand." A beat passes and he adds sagely, "He's very British."

Because this is, of course, a very good explanation for Lucius's behaviour.