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In quite possibly Tommy's least casual way of getting someones attention, he sends a basketball flying out of his hands in the direction of one Elise Quinn walking down the street. Look, when it came to Elise he wasn't going to chase her down the road just to say hi. He was going to make a whole scene in which he could 'accidentally' bump into her and say hi. There was a difference. "Damn thing got away from me," he anounces after jogging up to her, bending down to scoop up the orange basket ball. "What's this? Elise Quinn out of the resturant? Didn't think that was possible." Smooth.

Makoto was glad that Marth seemed willing to go along with his little swimming endeavors, but at the same time it was a lot of work and stress for the both of them. He sometimes just needed a chance to cool down, literally, as the water in the lake near Estaria was extremely chilly nowadays.

Still, it was the best thing he had at the moment. And he apparently wasn't the only one with that plan. As he arrived and began undoing his tunic and belt to strip into his school swimsuit as someone else was just ducking under the surface of the water, perhaps they lost something although it was unlikely they would find it again.

Aoba decided that he needed to do something with his time, just hanging around hoping parties would stop by the healer's guild looking for one to accompany them would be a fifty fifty shot and even then he was a healer without actual healing skills. At least picking leaves was something he could presumably do without major effort of exertion. It was mostly a task of time, and a willingness to walk. And while Aoba wasn't a huge fan of hiking, a half mile walk away from town would hardly kill him.

At least, he didn't think it would. Heading north out of town, Aoba kept his eyes peeled for anything that shone in the tall grass. It should be simple, at least, finding some plants. But then again, other people seemed to think about this in the same way and prepared for the fact that individuals might be out on their own.

A small band of three men approached our blue haired protagonist as he was searching, and while Aoba saw them he tried not to pay too much mind to them, at least not until they got closer. By then he could all ready hear the comments about what a sweet thing was doing all out here by herself, making Aoba sigh and look up from searching directly at them.

"Look guys I know you probably are just looking to help out a nice adventurer in need but really I think I can pick some plants on my own. Aren't there some nice nobles you can go rob or something instead?"

Aoba realized only too late that while he was at the festival he managed to miss Koujaku's birthday. It wasn't a matter of forgetting when his birthday was, rather that he wasn't entirely sure what the date was until he got back to Asrin and looked at a calendar. And by then things were rather awkward between the two of them. Still, he couldn't simply not do ANYTHING for the other man, belated or not.

So he wandered, and he continued to wander. Honestly, he had no idea what to buy the other man. Koujaku did not exactly want for much, and the only thing he could think of (allowing the man to cut his hair) wasn't something he was about to do any time soon. Which meant meandering between any store that seemed to have something that might be even something feasible as a present. But even through the potions and weapons and magical items nothing seemed particularly right, it was either too useful or not something that struck the blue haired man as a good present for Koujaku.

It was difficult, ultimately, to find anything that seemed suitable. Three hours later he was about to give up completely, exhausting all but a small antique shop that specialized in homemade items and things that fell through the rifts. He entered the store that smelled of dust and sandalwood, looking around at a large number of mismatched chairs and tables, feeling as though this would be yet another dead end. There were some things that were interesting but utterly useless: a single cassette tape, a bag of bottle caps, a stuffed cereal mascot. Aoba shook his head, getting ready to turn and leave when it caught his eye.

Dirk looked around, vaguely wishing he was actually an extrovert and not simply pretending to be one. If he was, finding someone to go into the maze with wouldn’t be a nearly impossible task. But after Kyoya found his boyfriend or whatever, and with Roxy currently MIA the blond decided if he was going to take part in these festivities he might as well do it alone.

As he walked into the maze, Dirk immediately recognized something was wrong. The walls were somehow shifting, probably a spell meant to confuse people. A sigh, so he was basically trapped unless he could figure out how best to get to the center.