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Josh shrugged and sighed in a pleased manner as he humored his previous thoughts one last time, “I don’t know, just having the ability to change at all would amuse me. I probably wouldn't care how tired I got!” He now directed his full attention back onto Alice just in time to see the squiggly tentacle prod wantingly at his thigh. He reached down and gave it a gentle pat at its tip before he moved on any further. It was much like a docile animal testing it boundaries. Josh plopped onto the tender grass with a resounding “plunk” so that he was at eye level with Alice’s sentient appendage. “Hello,” he cooed softly trying not to scare it away.

He gave a cursory glance to the man on stage. He frowned at Julian’s overdone grin. Josh detested fake smiles and could easily point them out. He shrugged at Alice and spoke with slight malice in his word, “I’m not sure who he is.”

Josh prodded at the squishy underside of the tentacle giving it a gentle tickle. It seemed quite infatuated with playing with his bracelet for now, but was leisurely working its way up Josh’s thin arm. If it wasn’t already connected to Alice he would have demanded the playful thing as a pet! “Hmm, well I don’t think I could handle bone crushing pain yet,” He gave a brief rap of laughter.
He peered at Alice looking away from the wriggling tentacle for a bit. “It would make sense though that he is working for the Lab. Most of the people manning the booth seem to have some connection to the Lab.”

Bard felt as giddy as a school girl, and he probably looked that way as well. With a playful salute, Bard slipped around the side of the drink stall and stood attentively as if it had been his assigned job all along. "I'll hold you up on that promise!" Bard called out to the Raevan's back as the two of them floated away. Bard wished he could join and hope to find out more about these floating creatures, but he knew his place wasn't in that direction. At least he had another one next to him that he could chat with.

Putting on a bright smile, Bard held out his hand to the more formed Laz in the most welcoming gesture. "Rivener called you Laz. Is that your name or a cute pet name that I should stay away from?" he asked. Of course the man kept his ears open for anyone who came looking for a drink, but the rest of him was completely focused on the man in the stall next to him. Maybe he should order some food while he was here, afterall, he had managed to forget about the whole breakfast adventure.

Tyson just shrugged his shoulders to Aphismet's questions as his fingers absently stroked over Munchies scales. His eyes watched the little gwee constantly as his brain chewed over the correct words to say to Aphismet. The questions Tyson currently dwelled on asking, and the problems he desperately wanted explained. Yet, even with such hardening thoughts, the idea of sorting them out into understandable words rather than emotion was hard for him. He didn't know whether to say he had a sinking feeling or something along those lines.

To simply tell Aphismet what had happened made him feel giddy and quite uncomfortable. What if the older man got upset? Certainly that wasn't a good road to take...too many bumps and bruises would be met.

Finally he breathed out a weary sigh. Soon after his body gave a sudden shake, as if to try and send all the nasty shivers flying off his body. Those two actions seemed to get him comfortable enough and ready for what he was going to ask. Aphismet was kind enough...and by the tone of his voice he sounded concerned. So, maybe Tyson had nothing to loose as he blurted out the thought that had been troubling him. "Has Rivener ever killed or ate anyone before?" At least his abrupt and outspoken questions thrived in him while the rest of his personality mended.

Lazarus watched quietly as Riv and Gage left the booth to approach Sev's and Vyn's. He wouldn't be able to help Gage anyway, being nervous around girls as well nowadays, Riv is a better company than he is. His sight drifted from the red and green Frei's back towards the other 2 Freis near the flower booth, and his eyes involuntarily fell to Vyn's boobs. He didn't realized he was staring until his hand accidentally hit the golden bell that was still sitting on the booth and it fell to the floor with a loud clang. Realizing what he just did, a blush crept onto his face as he bent down to get the bell, trying to conceal his shame.

What in the world is wrong with him? He gave himself a few mental slaps.

The man that replaced Riv's place was completely oblivious to him until he suddenly spoke to him. Still a little flustered, he cracked a nervous smile at the man with bright purple hair. "T... that's a shortened version of my name. My name is Lazarus." the concept of holding out his hand for a handshake in these situation was completely alien to him. So he just gave a small nod to him as he absentmindedly place the little bell back on the booth.

When the man up for 'auction' was presented, Ki couldn't help but smile. Why yes, this could turn out to be quite entertaining. However, bidding on a date wasn't quite her style. Shaking her head, she turned, examining the rest of the Festival as she did so, aquamarine gaze finally coming to rest on the refreshment booth. Weaving in and out of the crowd that stood between her and her goal, she finally reached it, and was a few dollars richer.

"What've you got?" she asked the youngish man standing there...he hadn't been the one standing at the stall a few moments ago--but he looked as though he was supposed to be the one selling whatever drinks were available, after all. She didn't even care that he already seemed to be speaking to someone else, either--she was thirsty now, dammit, and unless it was life or death, the other....weird legless being could just wait, far as she was concerned.

Well, no one else seemed to be brave enough to start things off. ‘Typical.’ was her thought at the audience’s lack of participation. Sigh, suppose it was up to her to get this show on the road. Not even caring whether bidding had officially started, Ebony whipped her sunglasses off and held them high over her head with a flourished wave as indication of her bid. A moment or two passed before she brought them back down to cover her slated gaze once again. She folded her arms across her chest in a confident way while the corner of her lips curled into a smirk. It was everyone else's move now. Whether she won a date with this Mr. Sweet was not really the point, though she wouldn't be against winning such a prize as he seemed a good enough guy. No, for Ebony, it was something of a calling to a challenge that she just had to accept.