May Day Mischief [Open Log]

[plum_that_snaps]

Who: YOU!
When: May 1, 8am—7pm
Where: Sector 7, by Winthers Lake
Summary: May Day festivities!
Warnings: There... should be none? Mingle post!

[There's fiddle music! And a Maypole! Come fly a kite, grab some free food, help make May baskets or get suckered into a line dance!]

[Hinamori will wander around and talk to almost everyone, but please—jump in, threadjack, have private threads, cause chaos or just do your own thing!]

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MAYPOLE DANCING

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[Come on, you know you want to!]

FREE FOOD

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[There's fresh bread, barbeque shish kabobs, fruits, cheeses, juice, water—all there for the taking!]

MAY BASKETS

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[Take one, make one, or use this thread to surprise someone with one you already picked up!]

THUNDERSTORM

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[Uh oh, look who didn't check the weather today! Did you get caught in the rain? Are you willing to share you umbrella?]

EVENING BONFIRE

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[Mmm, warm fire. The night is winding down now and a few people are roasting s'mores.]

[themonarch]

[this is retarded. All of it. The Monarch is so not into "May Day" or whatever this hippie holiday is. I mean who the hell dances on a poll without being paid for it? What a bunch of losers.

...But on the other hand, they're a bunch of losers with free food, and the Monarch's... well, let's just say he's fallen on hard times. So, cue one forty-year-old man in a butterfly costume sidling up to the free food table, offering the worst fake smile ever to anyone who looks at him, and trying to fight the urge to stick a tranquilizer dart in everyone here.]

Hey there, BFF!

[icy_heavens]

[Look who does check the weather today. Are we surprised? Anyhow, Hinamori already pestered him last night into showing up for this festival today, so here he is. With an umbrella, because he's intelligent like that.

[And there's the silly girl in question, getting rained on. Of course. He has to think of everything practical, doesn't he?

[Cue him suddenly showing up behind her, holding the umbrella over her head.] Let me guess: you didn't check the weather reports.

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Excuse me, excuse me, coming through, excuse me! [Hinamori is carrying a tray stacked with a rather precarious pyramid of cups of juice. (No, this is not a smart idea—since when does she have those?) Maybe she bumps into him, maybe she spills juice all over that costume—or is he spiteful enough to make them spill on her first?]

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H-Hitsugaya-kun! [Is she scolding or smiling? It's hard to tell.]

You came!

[She looks up at the umbrella overhead.]

Oh. Thank you. It's not supposed to rain on May Day. That's silly.

[Even though she's still smiling, because she likes the rain, too.]

[icy_heavens]

I said I would, didn't I? [It had taken a lot of cheerful insistence on her part, but it had worked in the end. Like it damn near always does.]

The weather doesn't care about holidays. [Though he's rather fond of rain himself.] Maybe you should have asked Rainbow Dash to help keep the skies clear for this.

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Oh, that's a good idea! I didn't think of that.

Although I suppose we should have set up tents for people to get under.

[icy_heavens]

[He shrugs.] Not much to be done about that now.

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[She just sort of stands for a moment, looking out at the rain drenching the tables.]

[Welp. Not to be deterred.]

So what did you want to do? We could... well, I suppose we'll have to make new May baskets now, since those ones look kind of soggy. But the flowers in pots look pretty happy.

[icy_heavens]

[He's not even going to ask how exactly a flower can look happy. It's something he just wouldn't get.]

I said I'd come. I didn't say I'd do anything.

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Whaaat? That's not fair! That defeats the whole purpose of coming!

[icy_heavens]

[Well, it doesn't defeat his purpose in coming, which is all that matters. Duh.] You didn't seriously expect me to do any of these things, did you?

[Because you know what a stick-in-the-mud he is about parties.]

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W-well... [Yes, but she also subconsciously knows that somehow she is able to get him to do things.]

Come on. You have to try at least one dance, one new food and one game. And... [She frowns.] I was going to make you fly kites with me, but it looks like all the kite flyers went home. [Silly lightning storm.]

I insist.

[icy_heavens]

I am not dancing. [Most important statement ever. It doesn't even occur to him to refuse the other things, because he absolutely has to refuse to dance.]

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[She almost says what she's thinking: "But the whole reason I invited you here was to see you dance!" But she thinks better of it at the last second.]

Yes. You have to. It's the most important tradition of them all!

[icy_heavens]

[He might be unconciously bracing himself. He's getting the feeling that dragging is imminent.]

Don't care. I'm not doing it.

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[She had been intending to wait until later, but now this needs to happen now. There's still a few people dancing in the rain (mostly other little kids, because they don't care—wait, did she say other?) and they are going to go join them.]

[Grabbing the arm that's holding up the umbrella.]

Yes you are. [Stubborn face.]

[icy_heavens]

[Planting his feet even more and trying to pull his arm away. It's a stubborn contest!]

I'm not. Let go.

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[Ah. Poof. Took an umbrella to the face there. DOES NOT MATTER. Pulling back! (She's bigger, she should win this contest, damnit!)]

[icy_heavens]

[His feet slide forward a little. Damn mud. He is not letting her win this! He tries to dig his feet in even more. Probably not the best idea when standing in mud.]

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[Her bangs are dripping water all over her face and into her eyes. Whatever. She closes her eyes; she's already a mess. And she doesn't need to be able to see to keep pulling.]

Would it— [pull] kill you— [tug] to have— [uh oh, slipping] a little— [yanks with all her weight] fun once in a while?