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Who: Dewey and YOUEY
Where: The Docks
When: Mid-August
What: Dewey and Friends attend the traveling festival! Open post! If you've ever threaded with him, he considers you a Friend and would have invited you in a BBS post. Feel free to start a TL at some other specific event if you want to skip the lead-up: rigged games, sideshow attractions, maybe gawking at the Manticore of Munn ...
Warnings: will be added if they become A Thing

The minute Dewey heard the rumors going around that there was a traveling festival in town, he knew he had to go. Noctis was right: it was high time he got back down into the city, despite the fact that he and Rapunzel had gotten so hopelessly lost a few weeks ago. This time, he was going prepared: a map from the library was tucked into his backpack, with plenty of room left over for cheap midway winnings and souvenirs he didn't even need, but would absolutely hoard anyway.

He left a quick note on the bulletin board, addressed to anyone he even remotely considered a friend: Guys hey let's go to the dock festival meet you outside the path to town k we're DEWING THIS - Dewey

Anyone who wanted to meet up with him could find him bouncing on the balls of his feet, too excited to stand still.

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"They're... Not very good pens," Dewey agreed. "Back home? All the animals come from farms, where they have big open spaces, and their pens for the fair are clean and covered with all the ribbons they win. This is just..."

He looked up at her.

"We should totally set them free."

Rapunzel looked back down at Dewey. Doing something against the rules for no reason - or a bad reason - would have been dismissed immediately. Politely, but immediately. But this was different - this was a very good reason to do something wrong, and she couldn't help thinking that surely some of those she'd met back in Verens would reassure her that this was okay.

Pascal would certainly be in favor of it.

"We need a plan."

"I am so good at those, too!" He beamed, beckoning her over into a quiet space between a stall that was selling 100% Vegetable Kebabs (yuck) and some kind of toy that looked like it had no purpose whatsoever than to be loud and annoying. Several students were testing them out with gusto, which meant it would be a perfect cover for their planning. He grabbed a discarded kebab stick and started to draw in the dirt.

"So here's the pen, right. And here's the guy keeping an eye on the animals. And here's the animals. And here's us."

"Okay, I see it," Rapunzel said with a grin. Despite everything, this was kind of exciting. "Are we going to need a distraction?"

"You read my mind," Dewey said slyly. "Usually that's my department, I'm really good at those. I just need something that guy would pay a lot of attention to... "

CHRONOS immediately tried to tick more quietly. He could see where this plan might be going, and he didn't like it. Not at all.

There was no doubt that, back at the school, Hayley should consider herself lucky not to have come along.

Rapunzel, for her part, glanced from Dewey to CHRONOS - thinking along the same lines as Dewey's familiar.

"Well, we wouldn't want your familiar to end up in trouble..."

"Awh, but the alarm would have been ... wait. I think I have an idea."

He drew his wand and used the tip of it to draw a glyph around the animal pen. "Is it here or is it there? On the ground or in the air? Presto change-o rearrange-o, critters on the lam, what's a guy in charge to Dew? Just ignore the scam!"

The animal pens glowed blue and a mirror image of them rose up into the air. The animal tender gasped, then started checking the crowd nearby for anyone with a wand out, telling them to put his animals down.

"Okay, go go go!"

Of course, the flaw in Dewey's brilliant plan was that the crowd could plainly see that it was an illusion...

"Dewey-!" Rapunzel began, but he was already off, and she flinched as he set his new plan into motion. She could absolutely see where the idea had merit, but yes, it was clearly an illusion to someone who payed enough attention. Luckily, the man tending to them seemed to concerned to be one of those someones, so... That was something?

She had to think quick, all the same. Rapunzel started to hum - the healing incantation would do nothing to her hair without the words, after all, and she couldn't think of anything else fast enough. The Fantastics element, however, still would work.

All she was doing now was buying time, adding to Dewey's illusion by duplicating - without the floating - any animal or even person she could. As she kept up the humming, she gave Dewey a panicked look. She couldn't stop humming, after all, but she wanted to communicate to him to do something.

She just wasn't sure what.

Okay, that was a lot of fake people and animals. It made the vendor even more confused, and Dewey snuck through the chaos, keeping his head down. There were advantages to being a small duck child in this world of tall, odd humans, after all.

Soon enough, he reached the pen, and heaved at the latch on the door ... and the ward protecting it sent him flying back four feet into a mud puddle.

The sound he made was decidedly wak-like.

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