#parkereventthreads

who: Parker and Lizzie ( @lizzievelnias )

"They're cool, right?" Parker grinned as he stood eying over the creations made by G that were for sell. "My friend makes them. G" they lifted a hand to point to where G was in the process of helping someone else out with a purchase. "that's him. He's cool. He's a ghost."

who: Parker and Ty ( @ambercast )

Parker stared at one of the paintings, their eyes moving over it again and again. Sometimes focusing longer on a spot before moving onto a different one. It was like they were caught in a trance, trying to absorb it. After a moment they broke their silence, "do you think your sister would like this one?"

who: Parker and Jerico ( @backmaskcd )

"Whoa" Parker said as he got distracted by some of the preserved insects. "These are cool. Jer! Jerico! Come look. Do you think Lucy would like one of these?" he asked, having a mission to get something for each 'super' important person to him.

Parker's arms were full with items from one of the refreshment and snack booths. They hadn't been able to decide, so instead they made the logical decision to get one of everything. A huge miscalculation on their part as the amount of snack and drink was greater than the amount of space he had to carry them, and almost as soon as he started to walk from the booth to find a place to sit with all of it, they dropped items. ”Shi-shit“ they said as they bent to try and pick up the ones that could probably be salvaged and the dog next to him waited patiently.

who: parker and jerico ( @backmaskcd )

"Jer this is so cool. What did you use to make the hands?" Parker asked as they eyed them, trying to see if they could tell without touching them. He so badly wanted to touch them and investigate what had all gone into the other making them.

Unlike the other days at the faire, Mrs. Nesbitt wasn't accompanying Parker, rather she was spending the day or part of it at least with Clara. They were over near where the drama team was doing some scenes from Shakespeare. Some of them he remembered. There had been a time before the accident where Parker had been involced in the drama programs at the junior high and high school they'd attended outside of Huntsville, and there had always been a section dedicated to Shakespeare every year.

They watched a couple of the scenes, before spotting Bram not too far off, walking…wandering…meandering? about. “Bram!” they shouted in their direction, giving a big wave before heading over. “Can you believe none of this is going to be here tomorrow?”

“Have you ever done one of those before?” Parker asked, gesturing over to one of the other tables where a small group was in the middle of a campaign. The two had come inside the library to cool off for a little bit, Parker having turned a couple shades whiter than normal, Mrs. Nesbitt now curled up on top of his feet underneath the table. "I never did. I mean I tried once, and I did roleplay stuff, but not that kind. The like in person, live action stuff. Even before my brain broke the table top stuff just didn't stick."