#st.event

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summer has hit st. clementine and few are happier about it than its residents ! to celebrate the town has set up the annual summer fair — a fun day for everyone looking for activities to waste a few hours on. come visit a fortune teller, get your palm read, your face painted, or even take a ride on the old and probably unsafe ferris wheel ! and if none of that tickles your fancy, one of the many food stands will surely draw you in for a taste experience. the night ends with the traditional bonfire and hopefully a day you’ll remember forever; or, a day you won’t remember at all.

this event will take place in st. clementine’s town square and starts immediately. it ends on tuesday 8 pm gmt / 4 pm est, but feel free to take your time to finish event threads, or to start up post-event threads. remember to tag your starters as st.starter and st.event ! can’t wait to see you all there !!

☾      ╱       she wasn’t completely angry as much as she was unfazed by the annual celebrations of the town’s discovery. for the visitors, it was a blast -- even for those who have been among the bucolic sights for a little bit longer,t he thrill of the hike still lingers in them; but for residents, it was just another day;a profitable one. her mother wanted her to be a guide -- tell those climbing up the hill he stories that have been passed in the phan house over decades, but in reality, via was only enjoying the impromptu day off that she has decided to give herself. “ can you low down ? ” amazing how she always ended up by his side -- when she was looking a mess, when her mood was at the worst. “ not all of us were blessed with long legs and endless energy to spend on stupid things like yourself. ”

     ━  RILEY  WASN’T  REALLY  SURE  HOW  WELL  they were handling the camping lifestyle ( putting up their tent had been a nightmare ), but what they did know was that it was really fun to see everyone gathered together like this. riley liked seeing their new family all interacting and having a ( hopefully ) good time. riley had been walking through the small campsite, and lit up when they saw griffin sitting outside his tent. “hello,” they chirped and decided against running up to the other, since griffin sometimes needed a smaller dose of their personality to start off with. “are you having a good time ?” they asked, moving back and forth on their feet, trying to mentally make griffin realise they wanted to sit down to talk. “i think this is so exciting. i’m just ...” they took a deep breath, wide smile still in place, “excited !”

elias had been really proud of himself: small, satisfied smiles erring on the side of a little shy as he’d gone ahead and paid for it all, walked out with a bag full of things that reminded him of the spring’s sun, and riley’s smile. he’d thought of everything he could have needed for the picnic – except for lights. candles. something to help them see, get around to the food once the moon would come to take and the night would fall. they couldn’t rely jus ton the meteors, could they?

a slight sigh parted on mauve lips. well. his phone flashlight would just have to do.

he’s closed up the picnic basket by the time he hears the tell-tale fall of riley’s footsteps. knees pulled into himself, there’s a blanket he’s wrapped around his shoulders – and he feels smaller, tucked under the folds of the night. ( their setup is one of many tonight, there are people a few steps close – and yet elias feels safe, warm, something cotton-soft in his chest as curious eyes watch the sky above him. ) head turning when the sound ushers in close, the smile on his face is genuine, a blooming of lips, brightening of eyes.

☾      ╱       she staggered back -- amazed at her lack of endurance, at how hard she was breathing and how much she was sweating already. it was common knowledge that via hated exercises, but she was pretty much out of shape for someone who constantly rides her bike around town -- since its the only things she owns that can take her to places faster than her own two legs. still, her mouth was dry as she, reluctantly, leaned against the nearest rock. “ give me some water or shoot me. ” either would be good, even though the latter was going to take her home faster and she was slightly leaning  towards that. “ but yeah... don’t leave me here alone. ”

☾      ╱       she had the tendency to gravitate towards him -- bouncing back, returning to her starter point. it was a vicious cycle, at the end of the day -- still, the soft part of her heart craved the hidden boy in the folds of the millionaire man, the undeniable eagerness to be close to him, to have him listen to her even though she would never be sure if he truly believed her words or if she was a mere source of entertainment to him -- if her heart was a dented, faulty thing, we could say he was responsible for some of the marks on it. “ adian. ” her words were soft, peace quickening so she would fall beside him on their way up. “ there’s a twig on your hair... ” she didn’t know why she cared, or why she reached, with hesitant fingers, to remove it from there. “ let me just... ”

☾      ╱       he was one of the many that served their cold disbelief at her -- and, ut of politeness of unknown source, she would pick at it; even though her mother taught her not to play with what was served. aaron was a cold and hard reality, one that became comic after a long time of frustrations -- something that she had learned would never, ever change. “ my mom asked me to tell you she knew you’d need another shirt. ” she didn’t, really, but via had a feeling -- and she was advised not to ignore those feelings, even if she insisted in rolling her eyes at all of those wise words of her mother and aunts. “ maybe because you’re too sweaty, we all can feel it from miles away. ”