[Open] I don't think you're ready for this jelly

[justice_is_blond]

WHO: Alistair and Anders and YOU
WHAT: Alistair tightropes. In a dress. While singing.
WHEN: Kingsway 21st
WHERE: Camp Shady Fucker
NOTES: There will probably be some awful sap because this is Nate's birthday, you've been warned. Otherwise, no warnings anticipated.

It's not publicized, but word has a habit of getting out.

Zevran has publicized matters, and now it's time for some morale boosting. There's a low tightrope stretched between two trees with a great many chairs, stumps, and logs set up as seating options. Today is the day for someone to earn himself new boots, shirts, and a shield, and it promises to be a show.

Come on up, pull up a seat, and enjoy the entertainment.

Comments

[ombranera]

Arrange? No. Advertise and profit from? Certainly. [ He crackles a soft laugh, shifting his grip on his small bear suited child. ] The extra entertainment, sketches, snacks? This I all handled.

[faithshield]

[North chuckles.] Well, you certainly did a good job with your part. You must know the main event, to capitalize on his performance.

[He glances at the baby and truly must have a stellar poker face because he melts a little. The tiny bear suit is too cute to handle.]

I'm North, by the way. I don't think we've met yet.

[ombranera]

Alistair? We are old friends. [ And more according to the rumor mill- the entirely wrong rumor ill but playing with them does amuse Zevran a great deal. ] He may be cross with me for a short while, but he will get over it.

[ With the boots promised? He should. ]

Ah, I am Zevran Arainai, most of my days are spent either in the Tavern or my Guild house- [ He gestures to the building just across the way. ] minding my Lucci.

[faithshield]

[North had primarily come out of curiosity, true, but also because he didn't want to see anyone hurt. He should have left when he saw that there was another healer in attendance and nearer to the front than himself, but he's staying just to be certain. Better to be here than to have somebody brought to the tents later. He winces when Alistair nearly takes a(nother) tumble, keeping half an ear out in case someone calls for a healer.

He smiles warmly.]

Oh? I'll have to frequent the tavern more often when I can, if that's the case. If I'm lucky, maybe our paths will cross sometime.

[And then he bends slightly (from his not-insignificant height) to greet the baby in Zevran's arms.]

And is this Lucci? Here I thought you were carrying around a very handsome little bear cub.

[ombranera]

[ Lucci gives another convincing little growl, swiping at the air, growling face and paws bared. It is, to Zevran, adorable. At least for now- in five hours? perhaps less so. ]

He does enjoy this hood more than the plain one of wool. Perhaps it is the fur or the reactions of those that see him. He does so love attention.