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[lucetimods]

Who: EVERYONE
What: The Great One's Festival!
When: From early morning till early (or late, depending on how festivities go) evening of the 22nd.
Where: Mostly in the village plaza, though you're free to spread activities out elsewhere!
Summary: Today's the big day! All that planning and prepping is going to finally pay off as the day of The Great

Comments

Concert area derp time, likely far before the concert

[semper_cogitans]

[Did somebody say "fumbling with the electrical equipment"? Because Robert is very much involved in that particular vein of fumbling. He is weaving through the crowds (who may be giving him quite the berth anyway...) with a single-minded, obsessive purpose - the power systems. While he doesn't exactly enjoy the burden of his magitechnological enterprise, he knows that he's one of the few people who can make everything run properly considering he knows the ins and outs of the system powering the festival (and probably owns a good portion of it if not most of it).

He approaches Giles with a small, drawn smile. Clearly he doesn't want to be anywhere near here, but... duty calls, ethics dictate he should help even if he thinks the festival's basically hogwash, and he wants to encourage his friend.]

Hello, Rupert... preparing for the concert later? From what I've heard of your practise sessions with your students, it'll be phenomenal. [He pulls himself carefully up onto the stage, pulling out several small scopes from a tool belt around

[semper_cogitans]

I'd... like that very much, Rupert. [Robert smiles softly.] And I'm certain you would be a wonderful teacher.

[Robert hopes that, in the end, everything will work out. And not be too uncomfortable.

And maybe he'll stop wondering, eventually, how Giles' lips might feel, and whether they'd be anything like his brother's...]

... It'd give me a reason to come over more often, at the very least. Not that I need any.

[consultmybooks]

[Not that you need any, Robert.]

We could certainly use all the help we could get, in the event of another Shift like Halloween.

[semper_cogitans]

That was an unpleasant business, wasn't it... [Robert remembers it with much in the way of loathing.]

The only recurring Shifts seem to be the ones that happen around Valentine's. Hrm. [Though those Shifts... well, the last one was rather embarrassing. And Robert doesn't know if Giles knows anything about it.]

[consultmybooks]

Valentine's Day, Halloween, and Christmas are all fairly consistent, actually.

[Giles has lived with Helios for several months now. He saw the both of them around. And considering why he and Helios will be going off to get drunk in a couple of nights, Valentine's Day is not a happy subject right now.]

[semper_cogitans]

Point taken... It's just that the Valentine's one tends to be the easiest to document.

[Robert's obviously awkward about the topic too. For multiple reasons. And knowing mildly why Giles isn't too thrilled, he's obviously trying to drive away from it and failing.

Robert'll probably go off to get drunk too. Eventually. Because he's a horrible alcoholic.]

... At any rate, though, they're mostly unpredictable, and I've never found any real way to catalogue the bloody things. But I may hit on a method eventually. Statistics, after all...

[consultmybooks]

Well, if you could, it would certainly be helpful to the village.

I know of a few others who try and keep track, when they can. Why don't you try speaking with them?

[semper_cogitans]

Oh? Which people, if you'd know? [Socially incompetent or not, Robert doesn't mind contacting fellow intellectuals if the promise of learning is there. He's always been like that.]

Perhaps I could find them here at the festival.

[Thoughtfully:] ... When exactly is your concert going to be, by the way? [Robert is considering staying and listening...

He smiles a bit.] If the practising sounded so nice, the concert will likely be even better, and I'm quite curious to hear it if I have time. [And if nobody will object to my presence.]

[consultmybooks]

Fox Mulder and the wolf god Moro.

Oh, and the performance is going to be at three. I certainly hope it goes as well as our practice sessions have. By all means, stop by if you want.

[semper_cogitans]

Ah... Moro. I much enjoy her company when we meet in the forest. She is such a wise person.

And... Mr. Mulder? I believe I've heard of him.

[Robert nods at the latter part.] Donatello and I will probably find some time to show up.

...

I... er... w-well, I wish you good luck. Not that you or your students need it... [And Robert blushes and looks uncomfortably like he wants to give Giles a warm hug but is stopping himself.]

[consultmybooks]

[Giles compromises by patting Robert companionably on the back. Robert may not be able to read body language worth a damn, but he all but screams his own feelings sometimes.]

We'll take all the well wishes we can get.

[semper_cogitans]

[Robert hesitantly returns the touch, with shaking hands and quivering fingers.

He's always been obvious about his feelings. It's what happens when you don't recognize them enough to know how much you show them.]

... I should leave you to finish your preparations, and I still have more of the festival to check, so... I'll see you later, Rupert.

[A nervous smile flutters over his features before he carefully pulls away, regathers his tools, and makes to leave with obvious reluctance.]

[consultmybooks]

I'll see you later, Robert, yes.

[Giles watches Robert go for a few seconds, before going back to his chair to pick his way through more of the lunch Ami made.]