location: cadbury castle
status: open ( @startertms )
“Quite the affair, isn’t it?” Charlie offers the question casually, standing among the loose back-end of a crowd listening to a bard give their all. Half focused at best, he’s taking in the sights, sounds, smells of the whole thing, not wanting to miss a second of the entertainment--and by default, beginning to miss things simply by not being omniscient. Head on a swivel, he’s barely even aware of who he’s talking to, just speaking to the crowd at large. “Admittedly, I’ve missed the last couple of times this happened, so when I heard I’d be coming to town right before it...” He pauses, turning finally to look at the person next to him. “Well I couldn’t miss it, could I?”
location: cadbury castle
status: open ( @startertms )
“It’s really fine, I promise.” She’s mostly embarrassed, if anything, as she presses the cloth to her lip, desperately trying to keep from getting anything on her dress. She wasn’t quick enough, wasn’t smart enough, to see it coming. In all fairness to herself, Otto would have expected a hex in response rather than a punch to the face if she’d been expecting anything at all, but this meant exactly two things. One, she should’ve apologized faster (or at least not made the comment she did). Two, maybe it was worth it to learn how to block a punch with something other than a wand. Those, of course, are things she’ll mull over later. Likely in the dead of night when her anxiety decides to berate her for all the dumb shit she’s pulled lately. Gotta love adding to those numbers. With a good-natured shrug, she adds, “Lucky she didn’t get me in the eye, if I’m being honest. That would’ve been way worse.”
❝ GET READY TO LIVE THE EXCITEMENT and adventure of jousting knights and royal delights with colorfully costumed villagers and merrymakers ready to make your visit to the 75th cadbury renaissance faire an unforgettable experience ! join the villagers of camelot as they invite one & all to the magical 12th century village featuring fourteen stages of exciting entertainment including : musicians, magicians, comedy acts and jugglers ! visiting wix will interact with memorable characters and enjoy full contact live armored jousting, along with fabulous food fit for royalty and over a hundred unique merchants that will fill the festival marketplace to display and sell their handcrafted goods ! all the kingdom is a stage with performances all around, though while costumes are encouraged, they’re not required ! come as you are - or as you wish to be - and don’t miss your chance to join the arthurian court ! ❞
WHO, WHAT, WHEN, WHERE :
located at the ruins of cadbury castle in somerset, the cadbury renaissance faire is a huge undertaking only taken once a year, due in large to the sheer amount of work the ministry of magic has to put in to ensure the week goes off without a hitch - and without any breach to the statute of wixen secrecy. much like quidditch games of high importance, several departments ( including magical games & sports, law enforcement and transportation ) work together in the weeks leading up to it to ensure that the entire area in a ten mile radius is appropriately covered in protective charms & muggle repellents and that everyone travelling in by magical means ( be it broom, portkey or apparition ) is doing so safely. unlike quidditch games of high importance, the cadbury renaissance faire doesn’t quite draw in as many wix, especially from overseas - but while it has its regulars, there’s always a huge amount of newcomers who hear the advertisements played across the wwn or see the flyers stuck up along diagon alley and let curiosity get the better of them !
set in the 12th century and on the very land where the mythical ( to muggles ) / literal ( to wix ) land of camelot once stood, the draw of this particular faire is the celebration of the larger than life figures that many young wix learn about at home before they make it to hogwarts. for one week - and one week only - the ruins of the castle are transformed into a colourful sea of tents, stalls and stages, with guests getting the unique chance to live the way merlin, morgan and nimueh did, long before them. though it isn’t the most historically accurate event ( there never fails to be a dozen faire goers who ignore the arthurian theme ), there’s enough fun going on to forgive it !
the shops and stalls selling clothing for those who didn’t have access to an appropriate costume, jewelry to accessorise, weapons to fit the theme and other handmade goods - soaps, candles, ceramics, potions - are one of the main attractions, for sure, but wandering actors who stay in character the whole time to immerse you in the world are another huge part of the appeal. the food would be largely recognisable to anyone who attended hogwarts school, with meat pies, turkey legs and mead available at most of the stalls and a large group feast held at the centre of the ruins every night, without fail. there are comedy skits, acrobats, wandering musicians, fortune tellers, pub crawls, jousting competitions, quests and just about anything else you can think of for fun for all ages. it mightn’t be for everyone, but the people who give it a chance never fail to find something worth having experienced !
OUT OF CHARACTER:
spring is finally here, and with it comes a brand new ( still shiny and smelling like a new car ) event : the cadbury renaissance faire ! i’ve never experienced one in real life despite my now very real desire to, but chris has spoken so very highly of the ones they’ve attended that it felt only right to run with the idea, completely - especially when it comes with the rare ability to cast our minds back to the times of the chocolate frog ogs ! the location of camelot is widely debated, but for the purpose of event number twenty four, the wix know something the muggles will never and have decreed the cadbury castle ruins as the spot where the magic happened. literally, in their case ! there’s family friendly fun to be found across the faire, along with a few events ( namely the pub crawls and the jousting competitions ) that you might want to keep kids away from. costumes aren’t mandatory, but trying your best to be immersed certainly is !
this event will begin with the posting of this message and end in two weeks time, in order to allow us to enjoy a second event ( as is tradition ) for the two years of nox celebration !
no character is required to attend, especially if you consider this something that they’d be mostly disinterested in, but you’re encouraged to involve yourself as much as possible - especially because this is your first event based opportunity for earning galleons !
i’ve made a category on the side discord for you guys to be able to rp there if you’d like to ( and a ‘costume’ section for anyone who might want to envision what their characters went as ), but this was envisioned as a dash event ! you aren’t required to pause any current threads, but please make sure to tag appropriately to avoid confusion.
event related starters ( including private ones ) can be tagged with nox.event024 if posted on the dash ! the faire is located at the ruins of cadbury castle, somerset, for anyone who tags location !
if you have any questions or concerns, please don’t hesitate to send them to the main ! please reply to this post with whether or not you watched bbc merlin !
( 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 ) — cadbury ren faire, near the sugary sweets bakery stall
( 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 ) — cadbury ren faire
( 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 ) — open ( @startertms )
“interested in a sample?” isadora held out a tray, covered with small, bite-sized versions of the goods she brought to the ren faire that day. there was a chill in the air, not that she noticed under the surprising heavy layers of her costume. it bordered almost on too much, and she regretted the shoes she wore—the thin leather boots hidden under the skirt of her dress anyway. the tennis shoes she normally wore at work regretfully left in her apartment. but she kept a smile on her face, kept her voice chipper. “we are running a special: two cupcakes for the price of one for anyone in costume.”
“Well, if I would have known I would be setting up a makeshift medic stand, I wouldn’t have gotten myself so dressed up.” Kaz looks down at the little bench he cleared off to put balms and clothes from work on. He supposes he’s glad now that he snatched little jars when he felt like it. “Alcohol brings out the utter shit in people, doesn’t it?”
“well met, my good [insert appropriate term of address] ! wherefore dost thou carry such a dry and parch’d tankard ?” if it all sounds a little stilted coming from luca’s unpractised tongue, that would be because she’s trying so very desperately to recall what her ren faire supervisor taught her and several others early that morning to little avail. it wasn’t HER fault they’d only gotten forty minutes of training before getting thrown into the deep end ; that was just poor planning, and she doesn’t feel like she can be blamed when, after a brief struggle ( “pray thee- privvy ... prithee ? oh, fuck it-” ) with the next line of impossible dialogue, she gives up in favor of a muttered, “would you like a top up ?”
"D’you do anything besides portraits?” Greg frowns at the exaggerated painting of himself in hand, hating himself for actually going through with getting his caricature done ( to no justice either ) and surprised at himself for actually sitting still through it, save for the bounce in his knee throughout it all. The leaflet and voucher he received appears much more inviting as he flips it over in hand. His arms drop to his sides audibly, “I would much rather have a tat. Who do I gotta suck off to get a stick-and-poke around here, Camelot himself?”
It’s a potentially dangerous combination — Seamus Finnigan and mead. A bar manager should know better than to drink their own profits, but this clearly isn’t a talent he’s acquired in all his years serving pints. That much is evident in the way greedy hands pour himself another tankard rather than acknowledging the customer standing at his stall. He can already hear Uncle Darragh’s stern disapproval. Kid can’t even organise a piss - up in a brewery, that’s what he’ll say. He’s not completely wrong either. If only he had a nephew that cared enough to take his constructive criticism on board. The former Gryffindor turned jester has already taken three large gulps of his own poison by the time he notices he isn’t alone and the realisation is welcomed with a loud cheer. ‘ My peerless paramour! ’ Seamus pities anyone who isn’t savvy to the Muggle world — the ones who didn’t have the facilities to stay up on the phone with Dean until dumbass o’clock, Googling medieval speech. ‘ I cry your mercy. I didn’t see yer there. ’ More like hazy eyes weren’t looking. Eh, details. He sets his own tankard down before heading over. ‘ What can I get ye today? ’ Hands signal towards the various barrels set up. ‘ We’ve got honey wine, semi - sweet. Sourwood. Anything your heart desires. Except spiced apple. Some swine already drank that. ’ It was him.
