#astra03

[donnyducko-blog]

 Donny wasn’t usually one for a Ren Faire, but he was bored and needed something to do. He might as well walk around watching people be way too fucking nerdy, right? That should be entertaining enough for at least a day. There was one problem, though.

“Why the fuck is there so much turkey?”

[jamesjhook-blog]

James thought Ren Faires were bullshit. Why did people need to have an excuse to act like they did hundreds of years ago when they could do it any day of the week if they wanted to judging by how little Astra seemed to care. Blow things up on the lawn? Fine, cool just don’t light the buildings on fire.

Still, he wasn’t complaining. He’d decided to dress up as a pirate and, even though it made him feel like a 5 year old again, it was pretty amusing to see people’s reactions. "Avast ye land lover, do you know where I can get food that isn’t a turkey leg?” 

[tuffestthorston-blog]

 Tate liked this Renaissance Faire thing. Sure, there were dorky people running around in costumes, but he had also found his exact place. There was an axe throw, and he probably hadn’t been this excited about something since he’d won nearly everyone on the compound a prize during the carnival. Luckily, he got to keep his prize, this time. He got to keep the fucking axe.

 “Aw, I bet they won’t let me go again. I want two of these. Make me look even cooler.”

[odettexswan]

Odette had gone all out on her outfit for day one of the little Ren Faire. Maybe she’d lied to herself a little about not being excited for the little festival, but she wasn’t about to tell anyone that. She also wasn’t about to tell anyone how much the flowers she had braided into a flower crown had cost her just to have petals fall out just about every time she moved. 

Still, seeing the outfits some of her fellow astranauts had on almost made her laugh. The excitement from others was infectious as well and she found it hard not to engage in conversation. “Nice outfit.”

[astridhxfferson]

Overall Astrid was enjoying the Renaissance Faire. The food was good, the activities amazing, and the people tolerable. At the moment the blonde was somehow roped into trying axe throwing booth. Astrid grabbed her axe, fixing her grip to get the right balance on the weapon. With her eyes on the target, she inhales, exhales, and-no. Right before she lets go of her axe a loud noise from behind distracts her, leaving the weapon lodged into the far left of the target board. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

[artistheartxxexplorersoul-jane]

To say that the young woman has been enjoying herself is quite an understatement. The food was delicious (much to her surprise, she was able to find some that satisfied her vegan needs), the games were entertaining, and the performers were fantastic. Jane was having a wonderful time and was able to look past the historical inaccuracies, wanting to enjoy this as much as possible. 

Well, maybe not. “It’s actually quite odd to hear them use a British accent, since Americans kept the original one while the Brits changed the accent in the nineteenth century. They should be using their regular voices, because then it’d much more accurate. But, this is all quite fun!”

[desaiandchaos-blog]

Eris was taking advantage of the Ren Faire by fixing herself a plate of rather odd, but meaty foods. She wasn’t one to shy away from a good, bloody, meal and she had needed the break after spending a majority of it unpacking in her new room. This whole thing was just adorable and she couldn’t help but feel like she mad the right decision in wanting to attend this place before investing.

She took a seat, a little bit away from everyone. She wasn’t dressed up for the Faire itself, but she still made sure she looked good. She was a sucker for long and flowy pieces of clothing. She felt like a goddess among them all. As she started to eat, she noticed someone staring and she raised an eyebrow before grinning at the stranger. “Did you want to accompany me? Or are you thrown off by something?”

[tidewashed]

Coming to the Ren Faire kind of felt like coming up for air — the last time Ariel had felt this way was during the last days of Paris, when she had her voice back and was able to sing. And while that magic didn’t last, it still felt real and tangible to her, an impossible dream come true. Since coming back, she’d worked increasingly hard to try and get that back; and slowly, yet surely, she was. (Well, not really — there was still a long way to go.)

But what better way to start than trying out some vocal exercises at the Ren Faire? She’d tried whispering and that had gone pretty well, regardless of how awkward it was to bring her face close to others’ just so they’d understand. As the day went on, she’d made her way to the mayday carousel, where people held on to various-colored ribbons hanging from the top, spinning around as the band played merry tunes. She’d been sitting down on the grass, her bright red Princess Buttercup costume splayed over the greenery as she watched the carousel continue one. Turning to the person next to her, she whispered as loud as she could, “Have you taken a turn yet?”