#spiralfes

Gregor doesn't notice Kris right away, too busy clearing himself a space at one of the way over-cluttered tables. There's so much here it's hard to make heads or tails of almost any of it; old destroyed projects, random junk pieces fit for a landfill, and 'scrap' so new and clean he's pretty sure it was stolen right off a manufacturing belt. Probably Rosenspanner's wet dream, but he can barely make heads or tails out of most of it.

Apparently this particular spot might be set aside as a 'class for showdown newbies', but the entire place is so messy that he can't actually tell where the lesson is supposed to be taking place. This is just his best guess, given that basically nobody else has filed in for it yet— they're all preoccupied in a different corner of the warehouse, past some of the curtain dividers that were set up to provide some modicum of separation between things.

There's a huge walled off arena clear off on the opposite side of the warehouse that he still hasn't even looked at yet. Some kind of event that's yet to start, presumably to do with all the 'free classes' this and 'learn how to make your own appliances' that.

…Someone's watching him. The stare prickles at the back of his neck, hair raising—

Gregor catches a glimpse of a very familiar face, still wearing the same yellow and green sweater. It's just that one punk, the one from the other night down in the market. Strawberry soda kid.

He waves them a casual salute with a tight smile, a bag of screws clattering to the floor as he finally cleans himself out enough arm space to settle in at the long table.

He weighed the thing in his hand, getting a feel for how it sat. Hit the targets, hit the other team to keep them from hitting the targets. It seemed easy enough. A decent way to put his skills against others here and to keep him from getting rusty.

As he fiddled with the toy gun, a shadow crossed over him, making the gunman glance up. And then straighten with sudden attention.

"Livio. Are you joining this game as well?" It had been a way to pass time and practise a bit. Now though? Now it was definitely going to be a competition.

          THE CHILLIN’ VILLAIN. It wouldn’t have been Oda’s first choice of hangout, or his second or third really. But Dazai insisted and he was sure there was a point his friend was trying to make entwined somewhere in that decision. All things in his past considered, a place like this, surrounded by unsavory criminals and lawless outcasts was exactly where Odasaku belonged. 

He believed that still.

          Reaching for his glass, Oda’s gaze panned critically over the room; It wasn’t at all what he’d expected. Punters were dancing, smiling, the loud, psychedelic beats blasting through the speakers drummed uncomfortably in his ears. For all intent and purposes, it was just like being in a regular bar, not designed specifically for the morally corrupt.

Goji’s enjoying some of the nighttime fun.

A festival was going on that seem to bring all kinds of people together. It was very reminiscent to a story that had pass. One that could have been filled with people enjoying themselves. Having fun. Playing music while having tea and cake. A time that could never happen, but it must have in a different story line with everyone. At least Leo would like to believe so. He was sure that everyone would have had a grand time with such a ridiculous tea party that Oz would have conducted.

Though looking among the crowd, there was one person that seems to stand out from everyone. Not because of the outfit. Not because of the hair color, or hair length. It was something that drew Leo in- a sense of familiarity that came over to see the blonde among the crowd. Or lack of a better word, attempting to remove himself from the crowd.

Without missing any kind of beat, Leo follow close by before grabbing the other’s attention. Despite his creepy and sadistic nature, Vincent was still his servant. Taking in a breath, he had to remind the other (as well as the other in his mind) who was in charge of the Baskervilles.

An odd time to be brought in a place like this. A festival going on where too much for the boy’s mind to wrap around. Leo wasn’t even sure why he came out here in the first place. There was no way to have some sort of solitude in a crowded place like this. Perhaps it was the fact that he didn’t want to feel as alone as he already felt, that being around others would help ease the sudden transfer. It was already night time, but it wasn’t so bad with candle lights lighting the way around him Around everyone that seem to be gathering around a lake, sending candles off and watching them float away. A unique tradition perhaps? Leo wouldn’t know, nor would he had the time to think, seeing someone pass by him that look all too familiar. Not someone he would want to see... yet this man was still a part of him, whether he liked it or not.