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Another day had passed since Mykanos had ventured into town to see what all the hub-bub was about, in terms of the festival that was booming and thriving. It'd been quite the trek, going back and forth from home in the mountains, to the busy civilization... very much like going between two different worlds, it felt like. As usual, he earned the typical stares while making his way to the designated meeting spot for the parade, but he didn't give them much mind, only staring down a few individuals who seemed to be staring a little too hard.... but even they simply got a rather disinterested and blank expression. The staring didn't really bother him, he just didn't understand the reasoning for it. Was he that odd looking here? maybe there was something on his face... in an idle motion, a hand did brush along his jaw as if trying to wipe something that wasn't there off.

Reaching the meeting spot, his eyes started scanning around instantly to try and find those who might be of his same situation; manning security. It was a simple enough job that even he could do it without feeling out of place, or useless. Just keeping people at bay. Sure thing. No problem. In his search for fellow security members, noting plenty of people taking care of other tasks, he did notice Elliot who didn't seemed to have his hands full with anything. Maybe him...? it wasn't in Mykanos' nature to approach others like this, but... he'd managed to have a successful interaction at least once so far here. Muscles tensing briefly, he took a inhale for courage, before advancing before the pink haired lad.

But even the approach was probably a bit awkward, the way he slowly, but very obviously made his way over to Elliot, hands running down to hide into his pockets, eyes trailing from the ground, to the sides, and very rarely peeking up at Elliot once close enough. Giving a weighted pause, he finally spoke up, "you in... security..?" he asked in a sort of mutter, deep voice calm but audible.

Shakuntala hopped down from the cart and landed with a dusty thump to the floor below. Casting her eyes over to the oxen, she approached them after Alec.

Without taking her eyes off of the hoofed quadruped, she replied, "Y-Yep, we just have to... get these guys decorated and, er, tested..."

Unlike horses, the seventeen year old didn't seem too excited when it came to the bovines. The one she stood before seemed to stare right through with its soulless eyes before its tongue snaked out and liked the underside of its left nostril. Shakuntala winced at it, but didn't want to jump to conclusions, and extended a hand out to it to see how friendly it'd be.

The ox, confusing a few petals stuck to her sleeve as a sign of food, immediately opened its mouth and clamped its leveled teeth in the middle of her wrist. A single moment of silence interrupted the area between Shakuntala and the ox before she bellowed loud from fright and pain.

It was going to eat her alive. She was positive of it.

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All righty. I'll just tag up since I'm not sure what to do next, aha. |D

Zin arrived at the parade grounds the next day clad, once again, in full uniform. She had received her assignment and was ready to perform her duty. It seemed that, for the most part, she just had to keep an eye out for trouble. So that meant that she could still find and talk to Lenore!

Zin stood by the waterside so that she could redirect anyone who came too close. It seemed that the volunteers knew they weren't supposed to go there, so it was a pretty slow job. Shoot, I should have discussed with Lenore where we'd meet up today, she realized regretfully.

With so many people about calling out his name, it was difficult not to know Shun's. Lloren found his name and the judges' verdict.

Ox-carts [X] Criteria: Looks representative of farmers
Song and dance [ ] Criteria: Danced consistently, would look good in uniform
Decorated barge [X] Criteria: Made it to the end of the circuit without notable exhaustion
Costume Parade [X] Criteria: None, any will do.

"You're eligible for ox-carts, pulling the decorated barges or the costume parade. ...If you can find a spare uniform before tomorrow, however, you're free to join the trainee marching band!"

Lloren had in fact completely forgotten his eavesdropping on Preacher yesterday. She even went so far as to give him a thumbs up. "Sure, just wait a moment... naaaame..." Her thumb went down, then up again on the sheet of paper. She looked between it and Axel back and forth a couple times.

"Axel, right?"

Ox-carts [X] Criteria: Looks representative of farmers
Song and dance [ ] Criteria: Danced consistently, would look good in uniform
Decorated barge [X] Criteria: Made it to the end of the circuit without notable exhaustion
Costume Parade [X] Criteria: None, any will do.

"You ready for tossing petals from an ox-cart, hauling a barge or wearing a costume?"

((I BE DOIN THE SPAMMY SPAM SPAM LOL XDD))

Day 2 -> Day 3

Saga was growing on Preacher. Well... growing much in the same manner black mold continued to grow in the corners of house no matter how many times it was scrubbed away. It may not be pleasant, but it was inexorable. She looked him over with a criotical gleam in her yellow eyes. In doing so, she noticed he actually did possess muscles - they had just been hiding under a layer of pudge. He was like a bear that, having woken from hibernation, still bore the fat of sleeping. Maybe a circus bear, she amended, taking in his clothing. Regardless, she admitted reluctantly, he was impressive. If he kept his mouth shut.

At Saga's next words, she startled in surprise, then grimaced as her ribs twinged in protest. Dancing had been an awful idea, really. Her mind snapped back to the question at hand. The military? It wasn't somewhere she had ever considered. Most people, military recruits included, looked at her as less than them For the military, she would need someone to say she could join, and who would ever do that? She was only a slum brat. Plus, the military would be trading Tinker, the evil she knew, for an unknown. The only advantage would be the meals. In any event, someone like her didn't belong in the military with their glittering uniforms and shining ideals. She would never be accepted.

"Hah! The military? Someone from the Eastern Alleyway like me could never join. You're daft! I dun belong in such a place. There are certain limitations, ye ken? It ain't, it can't be fer me." She swept her hand to the side, as if brushing the idea of military service from the conversation. But Saga's ridiculous story made her laugh. Laughed, and then immediately groaned in pain and clutched her side. "You are tha biggest ********' liar I ever met! Wolfmen?!" She punched him in the arm.

--------------------- day 3

So, security detail meant checking up on other workers. It sounded hellishly boring, to be honest. She looked around briefly, breathing a sigh of relief that the brilliantly colored Saga was nowhere to be seen. Earlier, Preacher had glanced at the list of assignments and noted curiously that Axel had declined security. Preacher must be a glutton for punishment, or a masochist, she mused, for her feet had her strolling right up to the barges. Ah, there he was. It was petty, but Preacher never turned down a good opportunity for harrassment.

"Oi! No slacking off, you layabout!"

Lenore hung her head as best she could in the costume the manager had supplied her as she walked through the parade grounds. She should have known he would find a work around to the fact that she wouldn't be able to carry around an advertisement. "This is so embarrassing."

The girl was dressed as a twelve year old girl sized book. The cover read 'Trost Bookstores', so the manager could still get the word out without technically breaking any rules. Lenore just felt incredibly stupid. She momentarily thought about just taking the costume off and ditching the parade, but she knew the manager would be watching the parade to make sure she was in it. She sighed.