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Niksia was taking a long walk on the delightfully sunny day, she pondered to herself if she was spending more time out of her home than in it lately. Her little pets, cause of pain and suffering to many a careless postman, were keeping watch of the house in their newly water cooled beds. For want of a better word. She had recently bought a new outfit, though the black was still unwilling to release its grip on her wardrobe. And even in the warm summer sun she continued to wear her favorite red scarf, cloaking the lower half of her face as always.

Glancing up to work out exactly where she had wandered off to, pushing long red waves of hair from her face, Niksia spotted the poster proclaiming a summer festival for Lab 305. That lab, she recalled the party and the recent destruction of the lab itself. Maybe she could find out in her usual subtle manner, much like a brick to one's face , if there were any favors needed as a little help went a long way.

What was it that made her feel so charitable lately?

Not dwelling on her reasoning for it, nor the passing thought about her own levels of charity, Niksia headed to the park and the festival to see what was going on.

It all certainly looked good, if still a little quiet for the time being. Various booths and decorations reminded her of the Valentine's festival she'd been around for, though hopefully Niksia would be around more this time. Was it wrong to drown a phone? Wandering the stalls, gloved hands clasped behind her back, she took the time to see what was on offer, before it got too busy to find out.

Keirro walked casually into the event. Keirro had spent hours to make herself look as fabulous as possible. Keirro pulled off her glamorous look without making it seem as difficult as it actually was. Her hair had been styled that morning and the young woman her makeup done by a good friend in the salon business.

why the fuss?

Keirro was determined not to look like the worn-down guardian of a feral lion child. Keirro gave a flirty glance at the men she passed by, she looked good and she knew it.

The feral child was known by the name Ranis. He was the polar opposite of Keirro. His wardrobe was filthy, in spite of Keirro's effort to doll him up to look like a gentle man. Still, his usual hostile nature towards strangers was replaced with curiousity as he investigated the sights and sounds of the carnival around him.
Something smelled delicious and the bright colors were pleasing to the toddler's eyes. The usually feral child was kept on a leash and harness, usually as a precaution to keep him from biting strangers. Today, it would be used to keep him from wandering off.

"LIL, TY!" Alex hollared playfully as she finally made her way towards the designated grounds. "Where the heck are those two?"

The lithe Italian woman bustled her way cheerfully through the festival grounds, her arms wrapped around a large white bag that was pressed to her rather bare body. The tan female was wearing a simple white bikini top that was spattered in blue, with a equally blue sarong tied around her hips. The outfit revealed some of her scars, although most of them had aged enough that they were almost the color of her skin; a slender, jagged scar ran the length of her rib cage on the right side, while another small one was just above her left hip. There was also a thin one on her back, just below her shoulder blade. Black hair was pulled up into her normal work-do, complete with a demon-wing clip to add to her already peacock-tailesque splay. Her flip flops clacked against her feet as she walked, green eyes glancing around wearily to look for the children that she had given her word she'd watch over. While they may be working, she was fully intending to have a little fun with her charges.

Arriving at her designated booth, she put the bag down, reaching into it before snatching her hand back and jumping a little. The woman carefully peered into it, her confusion giving way to a wry smile. "Lorenzo, you dolt, get out of there! No wonder it was so heavy!" She reached in with both hands and pulled out the limp Gwee, who was making quite a show of panting. "It's not that hot, ya big baby. Go lay down in the shade." She put him down and set about pulling items out of the bag, namely the charms that she was supposed to be 'selling.' When she finished, she put the bag under the table, although it didn't seem as though it were empty. Alex grinned, quite pleased that she was going to be able to help with the Lab that she had somehow got entangled with, rather than just being a supporter.

Placing her hands on her hips, she shot the male Gwee a sidelong glance, murmuring, "Don't you be a lump on my table, Zoe. I have work to do." The small dragon opened his mouth as though he would protest, but no sound came out. Instead, he opted to slide of the table and crawl under a near by tree, not at all pleased by the warmth, even though it wasn't really hot even by Gwee standards. He just hadn't wanted to be left alone at home, and was even less happy about not being the center of attention. Sneaking to the festival with his human was the best he could do, as he settled in the shade to watch the proceedings.

Revanica smiled a slow smile as the human had taken in her body. After his ending at the top she pulled on the horns. They were fake, but they certainly gave the look of quite the 'hot' feeling for the summer. She could have made them real, but it wasn't worth the effort to do so. Her eyes soaked in the admiration.

"Mm, I might," she noted in her low throaty voice, "I just need to know what it's about. I mean... is there something in particular? Perhaps is everything all summer inspired? Or does it have to all be cold? Fresh?"

Her anklets bangled and she adjusted her right armband carelessly. "And you?"

She grinned. Oh, my she hadn't noticed something as simple as that? Perhaps he distracted her more than she thought. She peered at the flyer, giving it the barest of glances. She would have to think of something exotic. But she wasn't a cook.

In fact she'd rather have raw things, but humans were squeamish about that, and also eating thier own flesh, so no. Half of her recipies were on the outs. Had to blend, not let anyone figure her out. They'd be after her blood, eyes, talons, heart and any other body parts too, and unfortunetly she could regenerate as long as her head wasn't cut off or she was dunked into natural running water. Couldn't enter churches either. That was sad. Her eyes had been narrowed as she thought intently, but quickly her face cleared and a bright smile replaced the pressed 'thinking-line' that was her mouth.

"I don't suppose you'd, perhaps have any ideas? Brain storm together perhaps?" Revanica suggested silkily.

She licked her lips before completing the unfathomable gesture. Why did these humans 'shake hands'? Why extend a limb to someone who could potentially rake it to shreds or snap it off? Humans never made sense.

"Ah, of course, I am Revanica," she nodded, "And perhaps we can find a seat? A Pick-nick table?" She grinned a little more. Ah, some words still formed strange in her mouth, that is a new one that she would have to work on. At least she barely hissed out her 'S', 'TH' 'C' sounds. She gentured off somewhere. Hopefully there would be an area to eat as well as sit. Revanica was getting hungry. The vendors seemed to be mostly open too. It was hot out. Dreadful.

She started to wander, making sure that Josh was in tow.

A perfectly manicured hand lifted to shade those cool gray eyes from the glare of the sun as she looked upwards, "It's going to be another hot one..."

Luckily, Ebony thought well enough to bring a bikini and shorts along with her on her short trip to Barton. As it would happen, the person she was suppose to meet for some business was not going to show up it seemed, but Ebony wasn't the kind of person to let one bad thing ruin an otherwise nice trip. Besides, she could use a bit of a vacation.

Some very colorful flyers and posters had caught her eye while she'd been out for a bit of sight seeing and fresh air. It seemed some type of lab was holding a festival of sorts and who was she to pass up such an opportunity.

Upon entering the park it was plain to see that there wasn't much up yet, supposing that the festival had just gotten underway. A bit of a sigh escaped those pale pink lips as she pulled out her sunglasses, the sun bothering her way too much then and began to wander around to what was up and running then.