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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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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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