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WHO: A bunch of magic lamers.
WHERE: Dunwich, Massachusetts.
WHEN: Friday, September 2nd through Sunday, September 4th.
WARNINGS: TBA. There's bound to be something.
SUMMARY: Herp derp.
FORMAT: Whatever you feel like!

Let's get it on.

■ Friday, September 2nd.
■ Saturday, September 3rd.
■ Sunday, September 4th.

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[a wild Zel appears, more or less following the flow of traffic while making periodic stops to just...look lost. and vexed. and tug at his hood a little more because the staring is getting on his nerves, as harmless as it all is.

he's not sure if he likes the compliments any more than the looks of revulsion he's used to.

but that's not the problem here.]

[Is it the touching or the make-up tips he's being asked to give, then?

Zatanna easily picks him out in the crowd, weaving through it several yards before getting into a steady pace beside him.] You know, you only look more suspicious by covering yourself up like that.

[Zatanna gains +1 crowd bulldozer; people move when rockboy is pushing through.

he glances over enough to see her past his hood, blinking. he grimaces a little.] I don't think it's going to change much one way or the other, Zatanna.

[She might just be easin' up on her elbows forward stance.

There's a sigh. The long-suffering sort that makes you want to roll your eyes. She seems to be aware that would be the outcome.] Look around you. The attention might not be the best, but it's the closest to being 'normal' you'll be. Everyone thinks you're in costume, other-Z.

'Other-Z'-? [he has no eyebrows to quirk, BUT HE WOULD...

but anyway, shaking his head a little.] I did. For a little bit. But it got troublesome. [too many questions. too many preteen girls. awkward.]

I'm older. Therefore I am the 'Original Z.' Or just plain 'Zee.' [She can hear it in his tone. Judging her.]

Mm, well, you do come off as sort of suspicious and you close yourself off in an odd way. Not in a way that implies that you don't want to be spoken to. Try not looking people in the eyes and when you do, just keep walking. Even if you're looking at something, make sure you look busy. As if you have a purpose.

[he gives her the side-eye as they walk; not necessarily a bad one, but. well. he's gotta look where he's going while simultaneously listening. and also, unexpected advice is unexpected, so there is that.

he makes a little face at the end, eyes forward again.] I do have a purpose. [must. find. girlfriend. in this sea of people...]

But you're looking for someone or something specifically, aren't you? Or you're lost. Something like that. That gives out a signal to anyone that might want to bother you to do it right that instant. [She should know about this. She has more than enough experience with plenty of awkward stories that she thankfully does not seem to plan on telling him!] Don't hesitate too much.

[he colors a little at 'lost', and...hesitates again.

and catches himself doing that. gosh. he's great at this.]

Where do you get all of that?

Reading people and misdirection is a specialty of mine. Beside that, I've been behind you in the crowd for a good ten minutes. [Whoops.]

Anyway, having someone else with you -- [She gestures to herself, bringing a hand to her chest.] -- is also helpful. People are less likely to approach someone in a group, even if it's just a group of two.

[one corner of his mouth tugs. it's a small, wry kind of smile, and it's not a thing he's apt to do much of for many.] You're not too busy with your show and all that entails to wander around with someone like me?

No, no. Never too busy to help a friend. [Though by "help," she means "pester." The "friend" part, however, remains the same.] Anyway, I'm sure you want to be rid of me, but you'll just have to grin and bear it until I decide to ditch you.

[a hmph sound.] You're going to make me grin, now...?

You're smirking. That means you're at least 75% there.

[pff. shaking his head a little, then starting to scan the crowd again.]

I'm looking for Terra.

The young lady with green hair? [She doesn't know her too well, but she shouldn't be too hard to spot, right?]

Yeah...[aside from the dozens of wacky-wigged folks, that is...] We got separated, turned around.

[Oh. Yeah. That might be problematic...] Where did you last see her?

Down by the...[thing...with the stuff...he swivels his head around to look where they'd been walking from. when he looks back, his grimace is back, too. he shoots her an uneasy look.]

Illidan's here. I don't want him to have any chance to...[trailing off again, scouring with more intent.]

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