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Character Name: Layne
Location: At Unruly MMA League, Destiny City division booth
Action: Pestering Porsha for a few minutes before he heads over to the Leviathan Stage to do his job.


Layne rounded the corner blue eyes flickering to where he knew a certain booth would be, perk of being on staff - excellent stalker advantage. Not to mention free gear, he donned the team shirt, had a map of the grounds sticking from back pocket, and a schedule of the line up for the stage he was assigned to under right arm. As he strolled past the bustling forms of the events attendants fingers fiddled with the walkie-talkie strapped to his hip, the best volunteer loot of all. The knob on which was being obnoxiously turned on and off to produce a loud, fun, little beep bloop noise.

So far it was fun being staff to such a large event, not to mention security which meant he got to throw out people on their asses. Of course he hadn't got to do this yet but the day was still young and there were many more concerts to happen. Layne didn't doubt that something would end up happening at the stage he had to patrol, he was being optimistic for the turnout of the day!

A few steps from the booth the man blended with the passing bodies the slowly came up beside Po. Reaching to snatch a hat from her table, he didn't have one for the event having planned to steal one eventually anyways, "why ya always holdin out on me?"

((anyone can approach Layne! ))

Porsha's head lolled against the booth support that was holding up the Unruly banner, features pinching softly at Layne's approach before evening out into the usual sort of smile his presence seemed to draw from her as of late. A little bit warm, a little exasperated, and a considerable amount of heat.

"It's more fun that way," she answered easily, grinning as she reached out to flick the bill of the hat. "You know that." Which was true, but, Layne was a budding fighter in the Unruly sponsorship pool, and he had access to any merchandise he wanted, same as her.

"The other one looks better on you, the blue one." The one that appeared when he powered up, but she was sure he'd figure that much out. She was always adjusting it on his head, or taking it and wearing it herself. It just gave off too much of a bad cop, stripper vibe not to be appreciated. "But this one's not bad, I guess."

A glance past him, a little further down the row, showed a rather unhappy young woman manning a food stall. Po smiled at her, lifting a hand to wiggle fingers in her direction, and it was impossible to tell if she was doing it out of kindness or cruelty. Quite possibly it was a little bit of both.

"My a** is flawless, thank you." Her attention had shifted away, down to the clipboard sitting on the table beside her. She scooped it up, pale gaze scrolling down the inventory list. "And I guess so, but you look better without hats usually." Again, the one that came with his powered uniform was an exception, but other than that, she liked how wild his hair was.

She looked up again as he groaned, asking about her schedule, and her shoulder came up in a small shrug. "For the most part, not counting breaks." As many breaks as she wanted, really, considering she was the one in charge. There would be a few others that would be around a little later to lend a hand, but Po had volunteered for the earliest shifts. It meant she was the first one done for the evening, and she'd have time to enjoy some of the bands.

"How about you?" The clipboard lowered to her lap, and she folded her hands over it, smiling up at him.

Character Name: Pasi Järvinen
Location: Vendor Alley
Action: Checking out the wares


It seemed he'd been correct; there were a trio of small, covered vendor booths. One booth seemed better run than the others, but it didn't serve anything edible - unless you were into women that looked like they'd happily put you in a choke-hold. Despite her dyed hair, the woman with the Unruly MMA was obviously used to engaging with the public; her manner was friendly and easy but Pasi could see under the open facade, she was watching everything, gauging it the way fighters tended to.

He moved towards the other booths but gave a bit of a nod to the MMA woman out of respect; one booth had a white-haired girl with spectacles that looked like she'd rather be anywhere but behind the counter. Not a people person, fantastic. Ugh, why are you even here if you can't be arsed to present in an inviting manner? You're offering a service... The hard line of Pasi's mouth twitched further into a frown as he looked over Jinxi's miserable countenance; he didn't know what her circumstances were, but it didn't matter - his perception of her was not favorable though he did note she had beverages and snacks....that were mounted on sticks.

The third booth was more promising, or seemed that way. The signage read 'Reeds Seeds' - something he'd never heard of, not that he was hugely familiar with Destiny City's local businesses - and the spread looked favorable. Chilled and frozen treats for adults. "Perfect." And if he wasn't actually the proper age to be drinking alcohol in America, his ID took care of that, proudly proclaiming his age as 22. It was masterful work, if he did say so; good enough to pass even a fairly serious scrutiny when carded. Pasi had made it himself (and many others like it) and knew that there would only be a problem if a police officer tried running it (because in the system it'd show his actual, factual age, rather than the sweet forgery on the card).

Not that the vendor would - Pasi's wristband was of the twenty-one and up variety, which was often all that was needed at festivals once you were in. "Hey." The Finn stepped up and gestured at the purple haired guy tending the booth and off-handedly wondered if perhaps he were relate to the the MMA lady, though it could simply be that that particular shade of deep purple were simply a favoured thing he'd missed out on, what with being practically a hermit and all. "Can I get a beer and one of the chocolate Dixi Chills?"

I wonder how they got permission for that. Not complaining. What's a music festival without a bit of fun?

Character Name: Fiona Watson
Location: By the Food Vendors
Action: perusing choices with Kasey

Fiona laughed shrugging as she walked with her companion. "People get a little too excited and don't think about the heat." It was easy to get dehydrated when you were too busy with something else. "Who wants to eat when you can be enjoying a performance?"

Blue and green eyes swept across the alley, taking in the booths and the few food tables that were available. There was a girl selling snacks on sticks, which seemed interesting enough, a pizza joint, and a smoothie place with some snack like items.

"Well, for their sake I hope they can come." Fiona said nodding over towards the pizza booth. "It's hard to go wrong with pizza or maybe we can see what that girl's got?" She nodded over at Jinxi

Character Name: Sailor Umbra
Location: Vendor's Alley with Sailor Sylph
Action: Looking around and listening to people converse, trying to determine the best way to gather information

Sailor Umbra was beginning to find the sweatshirt pulled over his sailor outfit to be pretty hot, but he didn't dare do so much as pull down the hood obscuring his face in shadow. Things were serious now and no matter how hot it got, he wasn't going to jeopardize their mission just because his body temperature was a little high. Besides, the way things were going, it wasn't likely they would be staying under cover for much longer. Too many people were going unconscious for the phenomenon to continue going unnoticed. But that was why they were here - why Sailor Sparks had asked them to investigate.

At least he wasn't alone. Umbra glanced at Sailor Sylph who had been paired up with him to investigate the Vendor's Alley. Umbra was grateful for this because as large as the festival and the involvement of malicious forces seemed to be, he didn't want to be too far from his teammates when s**t hit the fan. They were pretty strong individually, but he had come to place the most faith in them when they worked together as a team.

Though he hated not being able to actually do anything, Umbra immediately kept an ear out for topics that might have been of interest when they began to pass the booths. He carefully regarded the people running the booths, curious to find that the girl at the Snacks on Sticks place seemed to grimace whenever someone came by. In sharp contrast, the young woman at the MMA League booth kept giving people what Umbra would have considered sultry smiles.

It made him uneasy, especially with the knowledge that this was the same woman who had been in one of Jade Argent's videos. Like Jade, she had a great deal of fans, but that meant little to Umbra. Not when there was a good chance she may have been one of the enemy sympathizers.

"Hey," Umbra said, nudging Sylph in the side with his elbow. "It's her." He nodded toward Porsha and, in an even softer voice, asked, "You think we should ask if there's been trouble around here? If it has something to do with that booth, maybe there might be a difference in the number of people who have been passing out in the Vendor's Alley." Maybe it had something to do with the MMA merchandise or even the food or drink being sold.

Umbra wished Sparks had told them a little more about the incidents that had already occured and where, but he supposed there was only so much information they could get without actually going out and collecting it themselves. He just hoped their cover wasn't blown by asking too many questions.