From her perch at the ticket booth, Reina could see everything going on at the festival which was exactly how she liked it. A quick glance around main street confirmed what she’d been hoping; everything was running smoothly so far. For now. The parent-teacher association of Olympus’ school district was in charge of a good chunk of the festival and, as head of the PTA, it was her job to ensure everything went as planned. Reina didn’t exactly fit in with the mom crowd of Olympus but she gleefully ruled it with an iron fist all the same. If anything happened tonight, it’d fall back on her.
As if she could sense that something was about to happen, her gaze snapped to the person standing dangerously close to the open money box. “If you were going to touch that, I’d suggest you rethink that decision.”
Rowan definitely wasn’t drunk, but she’d already had a couple of drinks and was enjoying the warmth and giddiness that the alcohol had settled over her. Weaving through the crowd, she stumbled when her shoulder clipped against someone else’s, the sound of their drink hitting the ground. “Shit,” she said, hand instinctively reaching out to the other’s shoulder to steady herself. “Sorry -- that was my fault. Let me buy you another one.”
Founder’s Festival was something Andy always enjoyed as a child -- He was typically the one who began and ended the chaos of it, getting drunk and causing mischief all evening. As he grew up, his night was typically spent with Rowan on his arm, the two sipping cheap beer they stole while playing carnival games and riding the Ferris Wheel all night. Now, being a grown man who had spent seven years in prison, his opinion had changed. Founder’s Festival felt like a graveyard -- Showing him a life that didn’t exist anymore. It left him with a strangely hollow feeling, mostly due to the absence of Rowan, but after his mother’s insistence upon his ‘return to society’, he showed up. With a beer in hand, he leaned against the front window of a small boutique he didn’t know the name of. At the sight of someone out of the corner of his eye, he took another long swig before speaking. It didn’t surprise him that he had an audience -- He was a Thane, after all. The first one to do prison time, at that. His reputation was far from spotless. “S’rude to stare,” he deadpans, ignoring the intruder in favor of another sip.
Felicity was sitting at the bar in the diner, drinking vodka on the rocks alone. She knew half the town didn’t trust her anymore but she still had to find a story to write if she wanted to stay relevant. She was relieved when someone else came to the bar and at least seemed to be alone, “Hey there,” she smirked, “If I buy you a drink, will you keep me company? I hate to drink alone.”
The bar felt stuffy and overcrowded, but there was a cheerful air about the other patrons that allowed Johann to unwind. He’d ordered a beer, pleasantly surprised to find they served some lesser-known ones from Germany. As he picked at the bottle’s label, a rowdy group stumbled into him, spilling the drink over the counter. While mumbling angrily under his breath, Johann searched the bar for some kind of napkin. Seeing a stack of them just out of his reach, he leaned to the person beside him. “Hey, sorry, could you pass those over here? I got a bit of a situation.”
Natalia didn’t know how she could have convinced herself that coming to the Founder’s Festival was a good idea.
( It was probably just the thought of any of the Trojans getting into any sort of mischief that had her shucking on her boots and leather jacket and heading out the door. )
Natalia took it all in with a sweeping view - the familiar sight both nostalgic and incredibly painful - before deciding that she’d do much better with a bottle in hand. Just as she was about to walk off to the buffet, a pair of strangers suddenly approached her, the glow of the carnival lights gleaming over his woven hat and her patterned sundress.
“Hi, could we trouble you for a picture?”
Natalia froze, staring at those beaming and expectant faces - which clearly belonged to a pair of tourists - before she mechanically took the proffered camera and forced a smile.
In the Spring of 1869, four years after the end of the Civil War, the small town of Olympus was established. It’s remained just as it was in the beginning, for the last 150 years -- A small town, residing just outside of New Orleans. Every year, Main Street in downtown Olympus shuts down, and the entire town -- regardless of if they support the MCs or don’t -- gathers together to celebrate for the evening. To the citizens of Olympus, Founder’s Festival is the small town equivalent of Mardi Gras. The day begins with small business vendors, and child friendly activities, such as a petting zoo, and face painting. Everything is family friendly from sunrise to sunset, but once the moon has come out -- The real trouble begins. The doors to the bars open, and the alcohol flows without question. Founder’s Festival runs carnival rides, an open bar, and a catered buffet from Little Dove Diner, all ‘free’ of charge, as long as attendees donate to the Olympus Education Fund, to help the children of the town receive funding for any and all activities, regardless of age or financial status.
Founder’s Festival is seen as mostly an excuse to get drunk and start fights, or spend the night playing carnival games until you puke your cotton candy back up. Ever since the Trojan MC was created and a cold war was created in the small town, Founder’s Festival has been decided to be neutral ground. At least, it was last year. This year? It’s surely going to turn into No Man’s Land.
THE OPENING EVENT !!!!!! This event will begin when the RP opens -- At 8 PM CST tomorrow evening, April 6th. This event will be going until the evening of April 13th, to give members all a chance to be part of the event, regardless of work, time zones, and prior commitments. While this event may be going on for a week in real time, this event is considered only ONE DAY in the roleplay. All starters for this event should be tagged #LOMKEVENT1 and #LOMKSTARTER.
If you have any questions regarding this event, feel free to send a message in.
Over the last seven years, the Founder’s Festival had solely been an excuse for Blake to find herself at the bottom of a bottle of vodka and usually in the bed of a complete stranger however with the war brewing within the state limits of Olympus, Louisiana, it was safe to say that Blake was a little on edge. She had taken to wandering aimlessly around the festival to ensure that everything continued to run smoothly regardless of the plastic water bottle filled with wine in her hand. As she roamed through the streets of the centre of the town, she brought the bottle to her lips while her brow raised as another person came into her view. “What’re you doin’ wanderin’ around? Shouldn’t you be gettin’ hammered in a bar somewhere?”
