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[enigmaestro]

Who: Everyone at the State Island Renn Faire.
When: From noon 4/29 to 11:59pm 5/2
Where: Staten Island.
Summary: Reality is temporarily broken as demonic forces accidentally make a Renn Faire very real.
Warnings: None?
Format: Whatever thou doth deign upon.

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[acahellyeah]

Andy was not usually easy to miss. His clothing was colorful, a dark blue with a lavender vest and red leathery trousers -- merry as a minstrel should be. He cheerfully strummed a mandolin, bouncing around from place to place to serenade passersby and making conversation between verses. He loved Ren Faires, but there'd never been good ones in Scranton. This was so far up his alley it might as well have mugged him.

"Hey! Hello!" Maybe Olde English wasn't his forte; he just strummed more, wandering the fair and greeting people with a friendly wave. "Good day! Wouldst thou like some music?"

[acahellyeah]

"Oh... right," Andy chuckled, nodding his head and blushing slightly, self-conscious. "Noticing I'm talented, I mean."

[nottheanswers]

He glanced around at the faire. "So, what kind of circuit do you expect to work around here?"

[acahellyeah]

"Dunno really. Just sort of playing it by ear and letting the music take me where it wants to go." He shrugged his shoulders, twanging the mandolin string. "A lot of people I'm sure expect to hear some soothing stringwork while at a Ren Faire."

[nottheanswers]

"You might even walk away with a fair amount of tips," he said with a smirk.