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If there's one word that describes Elliot, it is lazy, and so his mother and father have assigned the task of running their festival booth to him. Although they hope that the temporary job will bestow their son with a greater sense of responsibility, Elliot is...not taking his task particularly seriously.

On the contrary, not only is he not making much of an active attempt to draw in customers to purchase his mother's beautifully arranged floral centerpieces, but he has a bad habit of also giving things away for free. His mother has left with him a box of small, flower-shaped, beaded trinkets--rings, hairpins, simple necklaces, and so on--to give away as bonuses to paying customers who purchase one of her larger and more pricy creations. Elliot, however, finds it far more fit to hand them out to those who he sees fit: namely, anyone who happens to temporarily dispel his boredom and keep him entertained, even if only for a few minutes.

Hey, free stuff is free stuff, right? Why not give it a go?

One Tailor Ticket will be given out at this booth at the end of the event! Each person who RPs in the thread (by rolling/responding to one prompt) automatically gets added to the raffle list! Additional raffle tickets can be claimed by watching my avatar, which will swap between two different ones throughout the duration of the event.

If Elliot is reading (or really, if my avatar is some random thing), you can swing by and talk to him, but he's probably too caught up in his book to pay attention to you. If he's actually working though (probably after getting a scolding from his parents for slacking off!), drop by to chat with him for a bit, and you'll get an extra raffle ticket! I'll be switching between the two a number of times throughout the event, and you'll get an extra raffle ticket for each time you come back (when my avatar is the "Working Elliot") and do a bit of RP with me!

Please quote me if/when you manage to catch Elliot working (for once) and want to RP for an extra ticket!

RAFFLE LIST

1. Krysin
   
2. The Semblance of Unity
   
3. Krysin
   
4. Blade Kuroda
   
5. Blade Kuroda
   
6. Chimarii
   
7. Chimarii
   
8. Darkheartedsorrow
   
9. leon_a_darkangel
   
10. leon_a_darkangel
    
11. Troll Toll
    
12. Darkheartedsorrow
    
13. Darkheartedsorrow
    
14. leon_a_darkangel
    
15. Krysin
    
16. Lilwolfpard
    
17. Mythee

[[ 6. As you walk by, Elliot suddenly waves you down and gestures for you to approach, lazily drawling that you're the 123th person to walk by the booth (apparently he's so bored that he's been counting) and that you've won something.

*also mildly letting Elliot say things because Kai said he would buahaha ]]

Sebastian Schneider didn't care for flowers one bit, and probably would have walked right past the floral booth if he... something didn't catch the corner of his eye.

"HEY YOU, JACKASS." or if he didn't get yelled at.

Really, one should be offended by the language, but Bas simply shrugged his shoulders, turned on his heel, and slunk up to the booth in question. His eyes locked on with the booth's tender, a heavy silence falling between the two young men.

"Y'know, you're the 123rd person to walk by the booth today..."

"And you're the last person I'd expect to be suckered into it," Bas drawled with a lazy smile, leaning against the booth with both elbows resting on the wood, and his own chin laying in the palm of his hands. He gave Elliot a doe-eyed look for a few moments, "Did your parents sucker you into it? No, no, let me guess! Yes, yes they did."

Given the expression on his friend's face, he was assuming that was the case. Hah, and look at Bas! He was here actually enjoying the festivities while his 'bff' was stuck trying to sell flowers. Sure, it was the family business, but damn that had to be humiliating. "So should I just circle around again so I can be your 124th too? Wait here, I'll be right back," and Bas walked away, disappearing into the crowd for a few minutes.

He hoped Elliot enjoyed the fact that he was humoring him! ...and he may have gotten distracted by a candy booth on his way as well.

[[ 10. You hear a low groan from the peach-haired boy who is laying face down on the surface of the booth. When he realizes that you're there, he pleads for you to save him from his boredom, if only for a little while. If you choose to give in at his sheer desperation and spare him a few minutes of your time, he thanks you by offering you one of the free accessories. ]]

Bas was about to make a grand escape before the masses of young women flocked to the booth for some flowers, but just as he was going to take his leave he heard his friend groaning is dismay. Bas made the grave error of looking back over his shoulder, light blue eyes narrowing at Elliot as the other young man slumped against the booth and hid his head in his arms. Sigh. Elliot was renowned for being lazy... and so was Bas. He really didn't want to come to his friend's rescue, but the bro code was calling... and you never left a bro behind. That was especially true when said bro was pulling off the abandoned puppy look.

His fingers dipped into his dark blue hair, and he massaged his scalp in preparation for the headache that was soon to come. Then, Bas swung his legs over the booth and hopped over to the other side to join his friend for a few minutes in tending to the masses. "You owe me, and free flowers don't count --"

Bas frowned as another flower clip was slipped into his hair. "I was thinking, like, a cherry pie or something." The real question, however, was why was Bas keeping these pins in his hair!? He was going to amount a considerable collection at this rate. The answer, however, was simple. Bas couldn't be bothered to pull them out. That, and he was already forgetting about them.

Elliot really had not subtlety about him. There were about a hundred different ways his friend could approach him over seeking more help with running his booth. But, then again, being outright desperate worked too. Bas arched a brow at his friend, staring at him hard for a few moments before slowly replying, "...how many cherry pies are we talkin', here?" Were they... going to haggle at the booth over cherry pies? Quite possibly, they were. Bas reached a hand up into his dark blue hair, fixing one of the flowery pins because damn, if he was going to wear them, he was going to look good doing so.

Before they could really get down to business, a new wave of customers came up, and while Elliot was a terrible salesman... Bas was, well, actually, he was pretty crappy at this too. "Uh, five dollars sound good?" he didn't sound very convinced on the price, but ended up leaning over the booth and putting a flower wreath over a young girl's head. He took the money from her, and then turned a questioning look to his friend. "Hey, do I get a cut of the profits?" Clearly his manly charm was what was bringing in all the new customers...

Except one was paying a painful amount of attention to Elliot, and even began to probe into his personal life. Instead of coming to Elliot's rescue, however, Bas leaned back and smirked. "And he's single!" Bas chimed in, waggling his brows playfully at the girl. All subtle attempts from the girl to get Elliot's interest were thrown out the window as well, Bas came right out and tried his best to make the situation as awkward and uncomfortable for his bestie as possible.

Bas stared Elliot down, trying to suppress his shock that his friend was going there (again, he might add). Sure, Elliot was a terrible actor, but some people were bound to fall for the little ploy. In that moment, he had two things he could do, deny it or accept it. Sighing rather loudly, the young man rolled his eyes and stared despondently at the ground. "It's only because you never put out! I have physical needs too, you know!" he grumbled, though it was certainly loud enough for the girl to hear.

He liked to think it was one of the reasons the girl was so quick to buy what she wanted and get on her way. There was no way anyone would like to overhear a lover's quarrel, unless she was into the idea of two men being together... Oh, god, he hoped they didn't start something with this. "You're an a**," he piped up after she had left, "but an irresistible one," he added with a dramatic arch of his brow and a sly wink.

His friend seemed to try to move on with his life by bringing up what was a ridiculous wage system. "You're kidding, right? That's not even minimum, and I'm doing good, honest work here!" A young boy passed by, and Bas graciously bestowed upon him a handful of pins. "I'm helping you out here when I could be enjoying the festival, and this is how you're going to repay me?" Bas even sounded betrayed! Clearly, he was a far better actor than his friend.

"I wonder what I'll do with all the cherry pies I'm going to earn..." Bas dreamily whispered. He knew he was incapable of eating a bountiful amount of pies, and that they would spoil in a couple of days. He'd need to conjure up some creative ways to handle the clearly amazing load he was going to pull in. It was the most effort his brain had been put through all week, and after a few moments he decided anyways that he'd figure it out when the time came. First, he had to earn them... and that meant bumming around with Elliot for a few hours, which was good and well when it didn't actually require effort.

They had a very easy, laid back friendship.

"Deal!" Bas announced quickly, before Elliot could change his mind. He really would have settled for one pie per hour, but it was always sweet to get a better deal. His expression immediately brightened, and he clapped Elliot on the back before doing some semblance of work. In reality, Bas had no idea how to run a booth, or even how flowers should be priced. He was pretty sure these things popped up everywhere, so why were people paying to buy them when they could pick and arrange flowers themselves?

Oh, because that took effort. Bas suddenly understood the business a great deal more. "Oh s**t, is that your mom over there?" Bas was already preemptively sinking down to hide underneath the booth. Elliot's mom was nice, but obviously she would put two and two together. If Bas was here, clearly Elliot wasn't working, and he'd be shooed away before he could earn any pies at all. "Is she actually... running surveillance on you?" He was rather concerned for his friend now. Man, Elliot had it rough.

[4. Elliot is far too engrossed in the book that he snuck past his parents' hawk-eyed surveillance to pay any attention to you or the other customers. ]

Preacher liked pretty things, she genuinely did. It was just that, in her life, the pretty things never belonged to her. She wandered the booths aimlessly, the small bit of money in her pouch heavy and aching to be spent. A booth caught her eye. Flowers, dozens of them, spilled out of the booth. The bright colors made Preacher a little dizzy, but she stepped closer.

Like Thumbelina, a boy was nestled among the flowers. His hair blended right in; perhaps he'd been working here long enough that he had begun to become a blossom. Preacher open3d her mouth to speak, but noticed his surly expression. The boy huffed and turned a page. There would be getting no words out of him. Perhaps she should come back later....