RED DAY LOG

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Characters: Everyone
Format: Whatever your heart desires
This log is: open
Location: Everywhere (for this day only all may leave campus, including discards! As long as they are back by 9pm!)
Summary: RED DAY
Warnings: Red Day Shenanigans

HAVE ALL YOUR RED DAY SHENANIGANS HERE.

EXAMPLES OF SHENANIGANS INCLUDE:
1. Giving someone food made with love
2. Giving someone flowers
3. Giving someone a gift
4. Going on a date
5. Giving an apple to your esteemed rival!
6. Throwing an apple at your esteemed rival! With all the force of your youth!
7. Reciting beautiful poetry to your esteemed rival!
8. Ditto ballads
9. Ditto rock anthems from the roof of the gym
10. Presenting your rival with a candy heart, lovingly rendered in full size sugar and syrup, and apparently modeled after the heart of a great warrior from ages past. It beats! Now available from Rakettear.
11. Apologizing to your rival profusely for the handmade abomination they are unwrapping
12. Boggling vacantly at the above.

Comments

Bench dancing and cookies! All welcome!

[musicalee]

In a small square near the battle arena there is a crowd gathering. If you manage to push through the towns people you will see a set up of two benches parallel to each other. Eight towns people are holding poles across the benches and seem to be rolling them and clashing them together in time to drums.

On the benches there was a young town girl and a older girl some will recognise as the Mayor of Rakuen. They are dancing, though it probably doesn't look like dancing to most people watching. It is a dance and a battle, like skipping but with heavy metal poles ready to crush your ankles if you make a mistake. The drums build up to a climax and the dancers go quicker, finally the younger girl jumps down, admitting defeat. The drums stop and Dunleavy smiles.

No one had known Bench Dancing here, but she had taught it at Fortitude in her time, and taught it to the towns people and it was now quite popular.

There is a table in the square covered in red table clothes and piles of slightly burnt heart shaped cookies. A sign says "Help Yourself, Happy Red Day!"

Lee looked around the crowd, any takers? Or anyone wanting to learn? It is a festival after all and no festival is complete without food and dancing!

[stoppedhiding]

Golbez stood near the edge of the crowd, watching interestedly. This wasn't a sport he'd ever seen before, but it seemed to be one that required a bit of talent.

Not that he was going to volunteer himself, that is. He'd likely only make a fool of himself. When the mayor looked out amongst the crowd, though, a scowl briefly crossed his face. He really didn't like her.

[musicalee]

Lee spotted him and made her way over. "Golbez," it was awkward when people only had one name. Since she preferred to remain formal with others. "Do they dance the benches in your world?"

[stoppedhiding]

Well, there was no way she was going to find out his surname ever, so she would have to deal with being awkward. "They do not. This is the first I've seen of it."

[musicalee]

The drums started up again and Lee shivered. It was fine though the townspeople would not play anything too rousing or dramatic whilst she was here, they had all witnessed her under musics influence before, thank you Lopez for that.

"It is popular in my world, though this lot learnt fast."

[stoppedhiding]

"Interesting." Sort of. Okay, not really. He just didn't want to be overtly rude to any of the "devils".

He didn't pay any mind to her shivering; it was cold out. He couldn't blame her.

He also didn't really want to talk to her any more than he had to, unless it was to get more information out of her. So he nodded, said, "Happy Red Day", and turned to go.

[musicalee]

"Aye," she nodded as well. She didn't really understand Golbez, she didn't really understand most the people brought here. "Happy Red Day to you also Golbez."