Day of Restoration: Festival at Redheart Arena

[Jana (DELETED 5000)]

Because she was feeling like it, Jana bought a cup of punch, moving towards the dance floor. Just because she had no plans to perform on the stage, didn't mean she couldn't stretch her talents, exercise her vocal cords a little. Singing the soft strains of Enya's May It Be and dancing in a small section of the floor to herself, with her cup in her hand, Jana felt herself reaching for peace. It wasn't quite reachable, but, of, it was so very close.

[Skylar]

I’m barely out the door when I get text from Dillon saying that him and the guys are on the way. Great. I don’t need to portal jump across the city and pull my – probably naked – friend from his bed. Bonus. I turn on my heels, flash my bracelet at the attendant and walk back in.
So, what to while I’m waiting? Talk to Beverly of course, but first and quick trip to the bar.
I push through the patrons, making my way to the front of the queue with nothing more than my regular charm, a smile on my lips as my heels clip against the floor. I order a JD and coke and tell myself to behave, but that’s kinda pointless as before I leave I realise I actually ordered 2 drinks.
My eyes scan the crowd for Beverly, maybe she could take temptation off my hands?

[Nate Hawthorne (DELETED 5464)]

Nate looked around and tried to keep his breathing steady. There were too many people crowded in to too small of an area and he didn't like it. Not one bit. He wasn't sure how he'd let Jeff talk him in to coming to this thing but Jeff talked him in to doing all sorts of stuff he tended to regret after the fact. This would be a good night to study and stay focused on things that mattered but instead he was wandering around the ice rink. And where had Jeff gotten off to? He couldn't see him anyway. God, it was just like him to get Nate out to a place like this and then skedaddle off to do his won thing. Flipping the bracelet around his wrist continuously he haphazardly wandered, half looking for an exit as much as he was looking for a familiar face.

[Skylar]

My eyes may have been scanning the crowd but my feet had plans of their own. I moved and weaved about but unlike others of my kind I seem to lack a certain grace and as I turn to avoid one person, I wind up bumping into another.
“Oh hey. Sorry man.”
I just about manage not spill the contents of both glasses down the front of me, but that breaks my resolve and I quickly gulp down a couple of mouthfuls of each glass. I don’t need to explain myself to the guy I backed into but what having turned to see him, I sorta feel I have to.
“Just making sure I don’t coat myself, or someone else in this stuff if I do it again. They aren’t both for me.”
I hope. I glance about me as I give him an apologetic smile. Where is Beverly?

[Nate Hawthorne (DELETED 5464)]

Already walking forward, the bump to his back nearly sent him sprawling but he managed to keep himself upright. Instinct forced his body to turn around before just to see what had bumped in to him and his mouth hung agape for a few moments. It was hard to hear what she was saying over the noise of the festival, but he put together that she was apologizing, which surprised him. Nate forced himself to reply and his voice cracked and squeaked as he did. "It's fine. No harm, no foul."

[Dhara]

She saw the fliers and decided to pop in to the arena. Curiosity more than any thing drew her to the bustling center and she paid her fee. Slender fingers toyed with the silver bracelet as she entered and looked around, a small smile of amusement on her lips. She didn't recognize any one, but that didn't bother her. Clad in her usual long black skirt and a pale blue tunic shirt, she stood out as much as she blended in. She stuck to the edges of the arena, moving with the ebb and flow of the crowd towards the vendors. She was on a mission to find the cheesiest, dorkiest gift she could. Something subtle, yet obnoxious that she could slip in to Calen's office when he wasn't looking. A small smile was on her lips as she walked, she was on a mission, even if it was a casual one.

[Skylar]

“Glad to hear it.”
I’m glad to see the guys not a total jerk – partly because I don’t even want to test if I’d be attracted to them if they were – but then it is a festival and spirits seemed to be good. Well, seemed to others maybe. Me, I could feel it. It was kinda glorious and would definitely help with my pre-performance jitters. Doesn’t harm either that I’d be able to tell if we were losing the crowd when we did make it up on stage, not that we can really do much in such a short time, we’d been given a three song limit.
“Want one?”
I ask, trying to hand him one of the glasses I’d just drunk from; though in my defence I offered him the one with the most in.
“It’s JD and coke.”

[Nate Hawthorne (DELETED 5464)]

Alarms flashed in his head and beads of sweat poured off of him as much for the heat of the place as for the fear that was creeping up on him. She was a stranger offering him a drink. He'd read the stories on the internet about people drugging other people and robbing them and he'd even had it happen to him though he'd never been offered a drink. Doing his best not to appear rude, he shook his head, more mechanically than he meant to, and forced a smile to appear. "No, I'm good. I'm not old enough to drink yet."

[Skylar]

I smile. He’s about to think I read his mind or something but I haven’t, I don’t have that superpower, what I did read from him however was his emotions; the panic or fear or whatever it was.
“Pfft. Age, shmage. How old are ya? And no need to worry. They ain’t poisoned or nothing. You just saw me drink from both glasses. You can choose a glass and I’ll drink a bit more if you like.”
I shrug, my eyes scanning the crowd about us. I’m still looking for Beverly but I’m waiting on the guys too. I think I spot Dhara off in the distance but I’m not really paying attention; if she’s here, I’m sure to bump into her sooner or later.

[Dhara]

So far, nothing had really caught her eye. There were a few little trinkets for the hair or wrist, but nothing that she was looking for. She pushed her snowy white locks off her face and looked around, spying a blond in indecently tight gold pants and a matching white and gold top. A blonde that she knew, standing with a male that she didn't. Nibbling on the inside of her cheek, she decided to just go with it. She bunched her long skirt in one hand, lifting it slightly so she wouldn't step on it and made her way towards Skylar. This was the first time she'd ever encountered the woman outside the apartments and it was really kind of strange. She gave a small, almost apologetic smile to the male, then looked up at Skylar. "Hello, Skylar. It is nice to see you." Her voice was soft, yet the unique accent carried easily over the noise.