#fableevent13

[the-onceandfuture-king]

Arthur pressed his back into the wall behind him and gazed out over the crowd. Of all the town events he had been to, this reminded him the most of home. They’d held great feasts like this one, beer flowing from taps, cups filled with mead, the air alive with joy and people being just that. He’d always wondered what it would be like to dissolve into the crowd like everyone else. He’d always wished he could. Now it seemed his wish was granted and he wasn’t so sure he liked it after all. It did leave a lonely kind of feeling in your chest and coupled with the fact that he would not have even been there at all had he not been forced by Astrid, his face looked a little sour to say the least.

His hand strayed down and he pulled a bottle from the side, taking a long sip in an attempt to let the ale blur the bitterness he was feeling at very least. For a moment, he locked eyes awkwardly with the person beside him as they watched his lips leave the rim and a sudden dread filled his heart. He glanced down to the glass and then to the person in question and back again. “... This is not my drink, is it?”

[nosealegs]

Ariel wandered through Oktoberfest, slightly mesmerized by it all. She had taken advantage of a night off, deciding to make her way through and explore something new to her. It helped her feel a little more like herself, after all. It smelled a lot like a night at the Jolly Roger, which made her chuckle to herself, wondering what Hook would think of it. And if her eyes were scanning for a person in particular, well, no one was any wiser about it. At least, until she bumped straight into someone and felt the tell tale slosh down her shirt. “Welp, at least it isn’t white,” she laughed, looking up at them, “Sorry.”

[stitchedsally]

Oktoberfest was certainly something different, but Sally wouldn’t have been inclined to go on any normal occasion. However, Shock was out and about in it with her Jack, and in a moment of extreme maternal ‘oh no’, she had decided to go. Just in case, of course. And not for worry on Shock’s part, no no, worry for the people subjected to tricks (especially the very drunk ones). It allowed her to be distracted from the other things that certainly weren’t easy or even going right at times. Absently, she sipped on the beer she had picked up somewhere along the way and sat down to simply watch the people around her.

[mostnoblelancelot]

@alloutofmatches

A beer festival was hardly an appropriate place for an underage girl, but given Lana's inquisitive ways, Lancelot figured she would find her way there eventually with or without him. He'd prefer to be along to see that she didn't get into any trouble. He was surprised by how much he enjoyed the atmosphere even in the first few minutes. It wasn't completely unlike the festivals at home, down to the strong smell of ale. He smiled down at her, giving a slight tilt of his head to ask her what she wanted to do. They could communicate through their phones now that they'd figured out her language, but they didn't always need to. They'd spent enough time in silence together to have most of the major looks and gestures down.

[i-can-fix-it-felix]

“Shifty sizzling Schnitzels, look at the number of people in here today! You could crowd surf over a place like this!” Felix took an enthusiastic sip of his brew before turning to the person standing beside him. “Not that I’ve already considered doing it at least 7 and a half times since I’ve gotten here...”

[darkandsinister-man]

Hook had been overseeing the Jolly Roger’s booth, but after a while he left it to his minions. It was far less work to manage than an actual bar, so he figured they could handle it without setting anything on fire. And if they did, he wouldn’t mourn the loss of Chateau Tremaine too much. Its fine veneer only made the place more of a horrorshow to the former pirate. He hardly understood a festival devoted to drinking beer when there were so many better things to drink, but on the other hand, a revelry of public drunkenness was right on his level. “Watch where you’re going,” he growled as he collided with someone (or someone collided with him–-he didn’t know or care whose fault it was). He was halfway drunk already, but since that was his natural state, it was hard to tell by looking.

[fabletonrp]

"Then I commended mirth, because a man hath no better thing under the sun, than to eat, and to drink, and to be merry...” 

So the saying goes.  So the Château Tremaine is encouraging.  This isn’t your typical community event.  It isn’t run by students from the university or for the benefit of a charity.  

No, this is something different.  Something bold.  Something a little decadent.

OOC INFO  

Dates: Thur Oct. 11, 2018 (8pm EST) - Sat Oct. 20, 2018 (10pm EST)

Location: Château Tremaine grounds , Berk - tents will be set up around the hotel and patrons will be able to get hotel rooms (for a premium fee, of course.) 

Details:  This will be all about Bavarian, German, and Bohemian style ale and food, and it will be after dark.  It’s as mysterious and shady as you can dream up.   

Please use the fableevent13 tag for relevant posts such as musings and  starters.  

If you want any of your characters or their businesses to be involved directly, let us know!  The radio station will be providing music, so send any suggestions or requests to them.  The Post will have event-relevant information.

While this is a town-hosted event, other things may be going on at the same time. Previous threads do not need to be discontinued. New/unrelated starters may be posted, but may be overlooked so use your discretion.  

[thelittlehutonlegs]

Bea had been there before the doors had opened, hovering excitedly by the entrance. She wasn’t normally this enthusiastic about town events. But this time she had a new hat. A hat no one else would have. A hat with a dead thing on the front. Best of all, it gave her a whole new bubble of personal space that she didn’t really care about but wanted to use for the fun of it at every possible opportunity anyway.

She turned her head to the person beside her, who had breached the invisible border around her by a fraction. “Excuse me. You’re in my hat space,” she declared, motioning at the edge of the rim and drawing a line down - or rather slightly diagonally out, just for good measure. “I mean, I don’t want to fight you. But I will. When you have a hat like this, you’re afforded certain rights and you are breaching those rights.”