a late autumn wasp

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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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Blunt and forward? Not a problem, if anything Tadhg looks relieved when Angela comes out with her bald declaration. "Oh good, we are on the same page then." Arm still around her shoulders, he gives her another hug. "And it would be. Along with everything else, of course."

[thenormalsquint]

"Hopefully, we're in the same book, even."

Really, they are and all that needs to be done is a time and place confirmation since it's crystal clear that there is something going on between these two clowns.

"But you see," Angela begins, moving a little closer to Tadhg, "You say that but ultimately, I will be the judge of that.'

[gifted-hands.livejournal.com]

"As it should be, a chara." Tadhg's serenely confident expression seems to say you'll see soon enough, lovely lady. He has had nearly a century of practice, after all.

But for now, he's content to stroll and people-watch with his friend tucked under his arm. "So, more pie? Or is there anything else you'd like to see?"

[thenormalsquint]

She takes a few long moments to glance around festival, even though Angela knows well and good that it no longer commands her attention like the man she holds onto does. Shame on her for having such a one track min.

"Less seeing and more knowing?" Angela raises a single eyebrow. "About you, that is."

[gifted-hands.livejournal.com]

Tadhg's own mind shifted focus from their surroundings to his companion some time ago, trying to decipher what about Angela makes her so easy to talk to, why his instincts prod him to trust her. Integrity, perhaps. As she wants him to be entirely himself around her, so she seems to want to be entirely herself around him. And since she's warm and fun to be around in the bargain...

"I'll satisfy your curiosity if you'll satisfy mine, lass." The mischievous twinkle returns to his eyes. "What would you like to know?"

[thenormalsquint]

"Are you single?" Well, easy enough to get that out of the way first. Once she gets an answer, Angela can consider her next step. "Because if you're married, that'll just be sad on all counts."

She grins, still. Marriage is sacred to her. Before the vows, however... well, as long as no one is hurt and all parties know, she is okay with it.

[gifted-hands.livejournal.com]

Well now. Not exactly the first question Tadhg expected, but certainly not an unreasonable one given the trend of their conversation. Integrity indeed, and he responds in kind.

"I am quite single, yes." A small hesitation sneaks in between his words, and a hint of wistfulness creeps into his voice. "I do have a little daughter at home, but I've never been married."

[thenormalsquint]

"Oh." Angela noticed the hesitation, wondering if he was going to say that he was gay or something else that's more in the horrifying category. Like a spouseeater.

She has an active imagination, okay?

"Aww, how little?" Her expression softens at the word of a kid. Nothing gets her ovaries up and running like tinies.