Timelined two days after Letting Go
<@Mayday> "Everything here is AWESOME!" Mayday jumped up and down on the spot, her armor making a shuffling sound against her frame as she did so, "Ohmygodohmygod, I have NEVER been so excited for anything ever!!!" she spun around on the spot, clapping her hands together.
<Fabian> Fabian wasn't so sure about how awesome it was as he saw some people go by with some sort of cheesecake on a stick.
<Fabian> While that sounded lovely that was not period accurate at all. "I think I'm going to develop OCD from this."
<Fabian> He put on a good smile for Mayday, though. "So, where are we meeting your dad?"
<Cecilia> Cecilia stared at the outhouses in absolute horror. "...They don't have medieval toilets and toilet paper do they?" No...she'd had to deal with outdoor plumbing the first three years of her life and she wasn't going back willingly.
<Sue> "It's supposed to be fun," Sue poked Fabian. "No nitpicking." She was quite pleased with her dress, she'd been practicing flouncing all morning.
<Fabian> "But nitpicking is fun." Fabian protested this. He would go right ahead and do it anyway but to be denied it on the idea that it wasn't enjoyable just made him sad.
<Cecilia> Cecilia wrinkled her nose at horse-shit. She'd gone her her usual leather jacket and jeans look despite the protest. There was no damn way she was wearing a Princess Peach dress. "You'd have more luck telling the sun not to shine, Sue."
<Sue> "Okay but if he ruins it for me, invisible trousers are happening."
<@Mayday> Snapping back to attention, Mayday turned to the group, "S-sorry, er...I'm meeting my Dad later. He's not here yet." she smiled, patting her sword, "And yes: no nitpicking! It's just fuuuuuuntimes!"
<Cecilia> Cecilia eyed the sword. "Jesus how long did it take to make that get-up?" She asked Mayday. "Well...I guess it'll be educational...even if it is really Euro-centric."
<Fabian> "You act like that would bother me." Fabian chuckled at Sue. "You mean we don't get to meet him?"
<Sue> "Nothing wrong with that!" Sue poked her tongue out at Cecilia.
<@Mayday> "You know, I still can't believe you didn't dress up, Cee..." Mayday frowned, "I've been working on this tabard for two months, the armor's imported, and the sword was from eBay." she grinned, turning to Fabian, "Er.....t-to be honest, I wanna....meet him alone."
<Fabian> "Well, we'll still be roaming around here if it goes awkward, no worry there." But he was still going to nitpick.
<Cecilia> Cecilia raised an eyebrow. "Sorry...but to be historically accurate I wouldn't be in Europe unless it was under...very unfortunate circumstances." She frowned. "Besides, I sorta like being the modern looking one. Makes me feel like a timer-traveller."
<Sue> "May made my dress for me. I'm not very good with all that fiddly crap." She grinned, "I will be wherever you want me to be." She assured May. "If you're going to do time travelling you should do it properly."
<Cecilia> "It's probably best you meet him first," Cecilia agreed. "Then you can talk properly."
<@Mayday> Mayday gave Sue a quick peck on the cheek, "See? This is why 'Sueday' is foreversies!" she giggled, ".....'k, that sounded so dumb..." she scratched her head with an armored finger.
<Cecilia> "If I were going to time travel I'd go forward- not back," Cecilia said to Sue. "I already know the past. The future's where it's at."
<Fabian> "There were Black people in Europe, you know. It's just racist historians that like to erase them." Fabian shrugged. That was a little nitpick there as well. "And I've never got why people think you have to choose when it comes to time travel, do it all."<Sue> "I don't think forward is technically possible..." Sue hugged May, "What shall we look at first?"
<@Mayday> Attempting to snap her fingers (and failing), Mayday waved her hand, "Ah-ah! Orwellian dystopia: future travel is fail." she tapped her nose, gasping at what she saw next as she clung to Sue, "Ooooh! Toffee Apples!!"
<Sue> "Yum!" Sue grinned, and flounced her way over to the stall.
<Fabian> "Maybe I should just pretend this is a whole time travel snafu." Fabian wondered as he drifted after toffee apples.
<Cecilia> "If I say it is then it is dammit," Cecilia said, self-assured. She stood aways back, taking in the sights of other stands. "That's what I'm pretending...that or I'm in that weird show everybody likes...Game of what-the-hell."
<@Mayday> "Fabian Cortez: despite EVERY sensible bone in my body, I bought you to this faire." Mayday nudged him playfully, "So be a bro and play nice, 'k? I don't wanna have to save you if some guy tries to stick you with a pike for being a smartass..."
<Sue> "Thrones." Sue supplied, handing over the money for the toffee apples. And it was damn nice to be able to pay for things without worrying anymore.
<Fabian> "...I am playing nice! And Game of Thrones is fantastic and you know it. And I probably know more about how to use a pike than any of the people here."
<Sue> "If you save him, he'll never learn." Sue pointed out with a grin.
<Fabian> "If you save me then I have no fun, you mean."
<@Mayday> Mayday made a loud 'HA' sound, begging Sue for one of the apples with a little cat motion with her hand.
<Cecilia> "You just like it 'cause you actually play it in real-life with your Hellfire schemes and blueblood family," Cecilia teased. "It's all in good fun," she said to Mayday and Sue. "He just likes to gripe about everything. He does it all the time. Trust me, I watch movies with him all the time."
<@Mayday> Rolling her eyes, Mayday nodded back; "Sounds like him!"
<Sue> Sue handed an apple to May with a kiss. "How very British of you." She smirked at Fabian.
<Fabian> "She hates it when I count the bullets in movies...but I hate it when the people who make the movies can't bother to get the rounds right with their guns." Fabian whispered and smirked. Maybe there were drinks around here; that'd be nice.
<Cecilia> "...Well, yes. I do," Cecilia admitted. "But I did have a good time watching 'Temple of Doom.' If only 'cause you hate that blonde screamy chick in it as much as I do."
<@Mayday> "Ok, Sue: I have to know." Mayday turned to her girlfriend, "Is it true British people eat scones and drink tea at home as a tradition?"
<Sue> "Well it is some kind of a tradition but it's not like an every day thing. It's called a cream tea. Some places specialise in them. Afternoon tea is where it's at." She nodded sagely. "Afternoon tea has cake and tiny sandwiches."
<Cecilia> Cecilia snorted. "God you guys are so painfully white."
<Sue> Sue blinked and looked down at herself then raised and eyebrow at Cee. "I have pale skin, blonde hair and blue eyes. I'm not sure how much whiter you think I can get."
<@Mayday> Mayday waved a finger, "You could own a horse." she pointed at Cecilia, "And you could be a strong, independent black woman who 'don't need no man', right?" she grinned.
<Cecilia> "If you played badminton, smothered your sandwiches with mayo, dance the polka and are part of a glee club," Cecilia said quickly. "Also if you have champagne with any regularity and say the word 'twat.'" She laughed and threw her head back at Mayday's comment. "I try."
<Fabian> "...the word twat is delightful and you know it to be true. Just try to walk up to someone and call them a twat, you'll see."
<Sue> Sue snorted and held her sides as she started laughing. "Glee club? We don't have glee clubs in England! Hahaha! We have choirs and actually I was in my church choir. I do say twat. Frequently. Usually aimed at Johnny. I had badminton classes at school... what were the other things?"
<@Mayday> "Yeeeah, Americans sound stupid when they say it..." Mayday frowned, "It comes out as 't-wot'....."
<Cecilia> Cecilia picked up a replica of a sword at a stand. "I have THE POOOOWEERRR!" She laughed.
<@Mayday> Mayday rested a hand on her sword hilt, "Cecilia: I regret to inform you, but there can be only one!" she drew her blade and pointed it at her friend.
<Sue> Sue cracked up again.
<Cecilia> "Bring it on, bitch!" Cecilia laughed, dropping into a fencing 'ready' position. "I have been practicing this shit non-stop and I got a hard-ass teacher."
<Fabian> "The power of what is the question." Fabian teased. "I will say, she does have some power in her."
<Cecilia> Cecilia turned red. "Fabian! I will shove hay down your pants. I shit you not!"
<@Mayday> "Ah, hold on!" Mayday leaned her sword against a stand, pulling off a gauntlet and dropping it on the ground between them. A crowd of people parted as she lifted her sword again, "You wanna do this, Cecilia?"
<Fabian> "A roll in the hay, eh?"
<Sue> Sue leaned against a stall because she couldn't stand up properly anymore - she was laughing too hard.
<Cecilia> Cecilia nodded and raised her eyebrows. "Oh yeah. I am so doing this." She turned even redder at Fabian comments. "I'll never sleep with you again!"
<Fabian> "Good of you to be sure to stay awake with me all the time then." Fabian retorted, just grinning far too wide as he ate his toffee apple.
<@Mayday> Lifting her blade, Mayday prepared herself, "In the immortal words of my people: 'come at me, bro'." she put the stick of her toffee apple in her teeth, glad for her augmented stamina with helping as she placed her second hand on her weapon.
<Fabian> Fabian leaned towards Sue. "So, is this doing it for you like it is for me?"
<Cecilia> Cecilia positioned the rapier-ish sword and began her assault. "En garde!" She laughed. Jabbing at Mayday as she'd done in fencing, advancing aggressively in her footwork and keeping her body sideways to make it a smaller target.
<Sue> Sue giggled a little at the question and blushed, "The armour is plenty all on its own."
<Fabian> "The armour is actually a frustration for me. Too many codpiece jokes, not enough time in my day."
<Sue> Sue gave him a playful shove, "You are awful!"
<Cecilia> Cecilia rolled her eyes but smiled regardless as she attacked. "If I go gay it's all your fault, Fabian."
<Fabian> "Am I too much man to be handled now?" Fabian laughed even louder. "You know once you go me you're not ever going to be leaving."
<Mayday> Deflecting one of Cecilia's blows, Mayday offered a reposte - the likes of which she'd seen while playing 'The Witcher 2', "Hahaaa!" she announced, slapping her friend's rear with the flat side of her blade gently.
<@Cecilia> "Is that so," Cecilia said, parrying most of Mayday's attacks...except for the smack to the ass. "Dammit...be careful with the merchandise Mayday!" She snorted. "I don't have much more elsewhere." She frowned a bit at her chest. No...definitely not much at all.
<Fabian> "You can get her, Cee!" Fabian cheered her on. "Chase her down, go for the lunge! And that's for me to do, May!"
<@Cecilia> Cecilia did as directed, going steadily redder the more Fabian talked. "The worst part of this is he knows my threats are empty," she said to Mayday, landing a strike on the hip of her armour.
<Mayday> Squeaking a little, Mayday grinned, raising her sword with a 'Braveheart' style battle-cry and bringing it down in a gentle, 'slow-motion' strike, "Begone, knaaaaaaave!"
<Sue> Sue chewed her apple and watched the epic battle take place.
<@Cecilia> Cecilia pretended to flail and die. Choking dramatically. "Ai! I'm defeated!" She stumbled epically and fell into a bale of hay, startling some chickens away. "Tell my house...I tried to bring them...honour..." she closed her eyes and went limp. Dead.
<Fabian> "Well, now that does put a damper on my plans on what could be done in the cheesy fairy camp."
<@Cecilia> One of Cecilia's eyes snapped open. "The what now?"
<Fabian> Fabian simply looked about innocently.
<Sue> Sue ran forwards and flung her arms around Mayday, "My hero!"
<@Cecilia> Cecilia hauled herself up and dusted herself off. "Guess I better return this," she said, cringing a little at the scowling 'blacksmith.'
<Mayday> Raising her sword above her head, Mayday cheered, "Citizens of 'Olde Yorke'! The tyrant is dead!" she declared, recieving a few random cheers from passers by and holding her girlfriend with a giggle, kissing the blonde's cheek. She looked to the stall owner, who looked impressed, though skeptical about the use of the sword Cecilia had without purchase.
<Mayday> "....nope." she smiled at Cecilia, "I'ma buy it for you right now!"
<@Cecilia> Cecilia eyed the rapier and laughed. "What for? It's not my birthday."
<Fabian> "Are you trying to make your move now?" Fabian teased Mayday.
<@Cecilia> "We tried that before remember?" Cecilia said wryly. "And found out I don't feel the same way as Katy Perry."
<Mayday> Mayday raised her eyebrow, "We what?" she blinked, nodding, "Oh. Oooooh." she winced a little, "Yeah....yeeeah." she shook her head, "Nah, I just thought it'd be cool to have a souvenir?"
<@Cecilia> "What? I'm not that terrible!" At least she damn well hoped not, otherwise Fabian was very good at faking it. "If it doesn't cost a shitload of money I'm cool with that."
<Sue> Sue had the feeling she'd missed something here. She looked between May and Cee with a confused expression.
<Mayday> Looking at Sue, Mayday shrugged, "I got really drunk and Cecilia kissed me. It was....probably the weirdest drunk thing to ever happen." she smirked at Cecilia, "Also, she sucks at it. I think...I was very, very far gone." she reached for her belt and withdrew a few notes to pay the vendor for the replica sword.
<Fabian> "She doesn't suck at all, unless it was because she had people she'd rather be kissing now." Fabian smirked. "But it served it's purpose anyway." Best not to talk as to what that purpose was.
<Sue> "Ooooh." she tutted at Cee, "Going after another woman's woman."
<@Cecilia> Cecilia frowned. "Well...luckily you don't have to put up with my inexperienced face." She felt more than a little insecure now. It wasn't like she'd asked the few people she had necked with how good she was. "I don't go after anyone's partner," she said to Sue, raising an eyebrow. "So you're safe there."
<Mayday> "Nobody else'd deal with my stupid." Mayday smiled wryly at Sue, resting her head on her shoulder, "Also, there's that thing that you do....." she looked around 'innocently', laughing a little bit to herself.
<Sue> Sue giggled, "I know which thing." She turned her head to kiss the top of May's. "Now. What treasures shall we investigate next?"
<@Cecilia> Cecilia stabbed at a hay bale, feeling a little dejected. "Hmph...maybe a joust?"
<Mayday> Sword stowed and toffee apple in hand, Mayday bit into it, humming to herself, "Oooh! They actually do have that here!" she grinned, "Over that way!" she gestured with her candied treat.
<Fabian> Great, lesbians were getting his girlfriend down. Fabian flopped an arm around her and grinned widely. "You want to slap ridiculous codpieces with your rapier on the way?"
<Sue> "Damn. Now I want a sword." Sue laughed.
<@Cecilia> Cecilia snorted and began laughing despite herself. "Stop making me laugh, I'm sulking!"
<Mayday> "I'll buy you one if you want." Mayday nudged Sue, "We can go back there later, ok? Or you can earn my Glamdring from me..." she grinned, "I'm sure mi'lady Storm could come up with a few ideas...."
<Sue> Sue grinned, "I'm sure I could... but I think I should have a staff. I could make one but only I'd know it was there."
<Mayday> Mayday hummed, "Not sure if 'clever dildo joke' or 'srs'." she laughed, biting another bit of her toffee apple and pointing, "Mmmph!" she swallowed her mouthful, "Jousting!"
<@Cecilia> Cecilia stopped by one of the animal pens along the way and stared at the pigs rolling in the mud. "Clean animals my ass," she remarked, stepping back a little as one sniffed at her sword.
<Fabian> "But I don't waaaant you to sulk." Fabian fake pouted at her, laughing as she looked over the pigs. "Something against ham?"
<@Cecilia> "Are you kidding? I love bacon," Cecilia said, chuckling as the piglets attacked each other. "I just don't buy into the 'they're clean animals 'cause they clean their beds!' crap. They lie in shit all day. That's not clean."
<Sue> "Nope but it stops them getting sunburn."
<Fabian> "I'm pretty sure that's most animals there. Just think of it as an extended mudbath. Pigs are spa junkies."
<Mayday> "Bayum!" Mayday clapped, "You just got science'd, Cee!"
<Fabian> "...Pigs are like far too many middle aged women that came to my home for social events...I'm now really freaked out around pigs, to jousting!"
<@Cecilia> "They're still gross," Cecilia said, wrinkling her nose a little but smiling at the same time at the animals. "Alright, let's go see people kick the shit out of each other with horses and sticks."
<Sue> "They are not gross. They're adorable." Sue patted one affectionately. "And tasty."
<Mayday> Nodding, Mayday advanced with them through the crowd, letting out a little gasp as she heard horses, "Oh!" she pointed, "Look! They're totally gonna start!!!"
<@Cecilia> Cecilia bent over the wooden railing, eyeing up the horses. "Five bucks on the giant ass guy on the black horse. He looks just like that guy on that show, Fab. The Mountain? I think that's his name."
<Fabian> "Oh come now, this is rigged to who people wants to win and nobody ever wants The Mountain to win." Fabian teased. "You've got to find the Loras-a-like."
<Mayday> "Game of Thrones." Mayday added, with a little smile, "Ah! That's who you look like, Susie - Daenerys Stormborn!" she swooned a little, "Just sexieeeeerrrrr..."
<Sue> "Well the surname's rightish." She giggled, hugging her.
<@Cecilia> "I want the Mountain to win!" Cecilia protested. "He chopped a horse in half! That's better than the knight of stupid flowers."
<Fabian> "And he burned his little brother's face for playing with a toy! Nobody cheers for that guy."
<Mayday> "Having read the books, I am inclined to agree." Mayday nodded, "I er....don't think much of the bigots of King's Landing...Gregor Clegane should have won that match."
<@Cecilia> "I don't like him I just think he should've won," Cecilia corrected. "It's more realistic, the flower guy only won 'cause the show didn't want everyone to think he was a complete puss."
<Mayday> Mayday glanced to Cecilia, "You...haven't read the books, have you?" she turned to her, "Spoiler Alert? The match was rigged, that's why Clegane was so pissed off. They gave him a dummy lance so the spectacle would be all 'romantic' - typical King's Landing."
<Fabian> "But in this case instance I'm afraid there's no way the big guy is going to be the winner...I'm going to want to nitpick the hell out of this for the record, ladies...but I'll be careful."
<Mayday> "Ten dollars says that huge guy in the black tears up the kid in the blue." Mayday raised a hand, "Any takers?"
<Fabian> "The winner will be the one in the red. His hair is too fabulous to not be the star."
<@Cecilia> "No, I haven't," Cecilia said. "Fabian tried to get me to read it but I got bored in the fifth chapter." She laughed at Fabian's assessment. "Bet he gives a nice looking lady a flower after he wins."
<Fabian> "She makes me sad with her reading tastes sometimes. I mean, seriously, how can they be boring? Vagina monster assassin!"
<Mayday> In the distance, the match started up. Mayday bit into her apple again, grinning at Fabian's comment, "I know! Vag-sassin is the best kind!"
<@Cecilia> "Excuse me," Cecilia said, raising an eyebrow. "But I have fine reading tastes. I just don't like reading about a bunch of white people vying for power. I see enough of that in real life."
<Mayday> The two mounted challengers charged into each other, both thrusting their lances forth as they came into range of the other. The black clad knight drove his opponent clean off his horse in a single brutal stroke, lance tip shattering on impact.
<Sue> "My God, is it always about colour with you?" Sue rolled her eyes. "Forget the colour, the story is good."
<Mayday> "BOOYAH!" Mayday cheered, "Fucking called it!!!" she snapped her fingers, "Where my dollar, Yo-Yo?" she sniggered triumphantly.
<Fabian> "You only want a dollar? You obviously don't know how to bet against me, Spiderses." Fabian teased but gladly handed said dollar over.
<@Cecilia> Cecilia scowled hard at Sue. "No, I just like seeing myself in a book sometimes."
<Fabian> "There are poc characters in there. You just won't read long enough to get to them."
<Mayday> Mayday frowned a little, "Crafty jackass..." she took the dollar anyway - to hell with it, she could get the other nine some other time. Maybe a DDR tourney? She looked past the crowd, spotting.....
<Mayday> "...oh, my God..." she murmured.
<Fabian> "What?"
<Mayday> "T-that...over there, t-the guy with the red hair and glasses." she pointed, "A-at the face-painting stand." Mayday gulped, "T-that's him. That's....my Dad."
<Fabian> Fabian smirked and held out the rest of the bet money. "Go get your face painted and introduce yourself then."
<@Cecilia> Cecilia jumped a little to see over the crowd. "Hey! He looks like you!"
<Mayday> Turning to Sue, Mayday frowned, "I-it is ok?" she looked to the others, "You...don't mind, right?"
<@Cecilia> "No, why would I?" Cecilia asked. "Go say hi to your dad. We'll be fine on our own."
<Fabian> "Goooo, now, shoo! If it goes well later we'll meet him for mead or something equally ridiculous."
<Sue> "I'll be where you want me to be, remember? Go say hi." she smiled at May.
<@Cecilia> Cecilia turned Mayday towards the stands. "No chickening out now."
<Mayday> Mayday nodded, "Y-yeah! Screw that! I doesn't afraid of anythin'!" she grinned, waving them a salute and kissing Sue on the cheek, "I'll be back later - excuse me while I go and be a family." she laughed, jogging away into the crowd.
<@Cecilia> Cecilia waved, feeling a little sad. "Right...well...I guess I could go for some kind of mead thing."
<Sue> "Me too. Booze is always welcome."
<@Cecilia> "Just make sure you don't run over horse-shit in your dress, Princess Peach."
<Sue> "Pfft I'm way more badass than Princess Peach. Don't see me waiting for a tiny Italian plumber with a bad moustache to rescue me from anything."