#fableevent13

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.

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.”

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.

@alloutofmatches

“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...”

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.

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.