[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.

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During

[slipshot]

The third time that Alistair falls, there is someone else to meet him before he starts - a grinning Gavin, in an ill-fitting servant's dress, which he had managed to borrow from a chuckling woman who was about twice his size.

"It looked like you could use some company."

threadjacks sry not sry

[arlathvhen]

From the back of the crowd, a worried shout can be heard, that sounds suspiciously like, "PLEASE DON'T DIE."

[byblow]

"You have to agree not to die," Alistair reports to Gavin, like he didn't hear--deadpan, almost, except for the corners of his eyes giving him away. What a pal.