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[hexappeal]

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.

Comments

i want them

[psychomancy]

[The contact wasn't unexpected; she had been brushing shoulders with people all morning. But hearing her name did catch her a bit off guard, and it took her just a moment to recognize the voice and the face. But once she did, a smile automatically made its way to her face.] Hello. And, well. As okay as they can be when I'm hopelessly confused.

i didn't check the price and i'm afraid to...

[hexappeal]

[Thankfully, it's not someone of the unsavory sort... well, uh. Depending on your perspective, maybe. Hopefully, her presence will make this a little less overwhelming.] Ah, well, it's a rather large place packed full of a large number of people. Perfectly understandable.

[Zatanna takes a few steps forward and shifts her weight to the tips of her toes, looking for the exit.] Wanna take a breather from the crowd? I'll buy you lunch.

lmao don't

[psychomancy]

[That was... a rather odd offer to Gemma, but she was more than a bit hungry, and would certainly like to get away from the mob of people. Some of them were beginning to stare--Zatanna was obviously well-known.] I should like that very much, yes.

it's disgusting and depressing, isn't it? :c

[hexappeal]

[Zee's good about ignoring select people around her and offering smiles and waves to the ones that appear easily appeased and soon after walk away.] Your pick. I think there are a few choice here, but I doubt any are particularly healthy.

[She begins to head toward the exit at a slow and steady pace, enough that it isn't going to end in Gemma getting lost (or Zee accidentally losing her).]

among other things ):

[psychomancy]

[She couldn't help it; she had seen people wandering around with them all afternoon, and her stomach growled.] Are there any... hot dogs?

[So Gemma follows, sure to stay rather close. She didn't exactly like large crowds.]