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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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"You pick," Isabel said, laughing. "My parents were never big on this sort of thing, so I've actually never been."

Probably why she'd jumped at the chance, too!

"I just want to take it all in, so I'm good if we wander around a bit. Though I might want to check out the games. Not sure they'd let us too close if we've got obvious magic about us, though--they want to take our money, not have us turn the tables!"

Though Isabel was going to bank on her natural athletic prowess. Maybe she could win something cute for El, something he wouldn't be expecting.

"You've never been to a carnival? Then we definitely have to do one lap around first, so you can see everything, and then pick something to start with. But there's one rule: you stop at the first food place you see that looks delicious, so we have something to eat while we look around. And then when we finish those, we get more. Because you have to be eating. Constantly. That way you get one of everything, and by the time you get home, you're so stuffed that you don't have to eat again until, like, lunch tomorrow."

He beamed, seeing absolutely nothing at all wrong with this plan, even in a land where a few weeks ago, all of the food had unexpectedly turned raw.

"As for the games, then we just keep our wands out of sight, right? That's easy. I hide mine up my sleeve all the time - and hey! Two sleeves. I can hide yours too."

Never mind that that would make bending his arms a little difficult...

"That's a deal. I do know there's something on the list: funnel cake! My dad would talk and talk about it, but I never have actually had any! Though that's probably a good thing, I couldn't afford to get fat back home." But Isabel laughed. She knew her mom and dad didn't do things to punish her arbitrarily. Her mom just didn't like huge crowds, for one thing.

She laughed again with Dewey's suggestion for their wands. "We're not on school grounds, that's why I wore my jeans and a shirt," she said to him, winking. "Watch this." She tucked her wand in her back pocket, and slid her shirt over it. "This way you've got one good arm, okay?" And he might need it for games!

"I might want to pick up some stuff for later. Or a friend with a sweet tooth who'd probably never come out here, but that can be on our way out, right?" Yeah, coming to a carnival would never cross Dust's mind. Which was a pity, he might even enjoy it.

"Please, taking candy home is one of the best parts. We used to come back with a great big box of fudge, all the different flavors. Would your friend like that?"

He started to lead the way, thinking about how people he'd met tended to stay in the school. First Noctis, now Isabel's friend.

"My best friend Webby? She'd never really left her house until she met us. Her grandma was super protective of her for some reason... And so she'd never done a lot of stuff. I took her to my favorite arcade and showed her how to hang out like a normal kid. Maybe if your friend went someplace with you, like we did, it'd be easier for him?"

"Come to think of it, he probably would. He's got a huge sweet tooth--you know Dust at all?" Not that the Mithrarin got out much, but he still knew people, and he sort of stuck out. Not that she had any trouble keeping up with Dewey--thank you, long legs!

"I'm not sure! He might. He might also get bored--he's kind of singleminded when it comes to training and all that. I mean, I get the importance of training and stuff--I do martial arts, and heck, we met at the obstacle course! But all work and no play makes Isabel something something," she said, laughing a bit.

"That sucks for your friend, though. Did you ever find out why? I mean, there's usually a reason. Like, my mom never goes to Earth any more because it makes her sick. Affects her magick for some reason. Dad's fine and I'm fine, but not her."

The sight of one of the games--where you knock down stacked milk cans with a ball--caught Isabel's eye, and she pointed. "Ooh, ooh, there! I know it's not food yet, but we can get something after that. I wanna do that!"

Yes, she is jumping up and down like an excited five-year-old...

"Oh! Yeah, I met him the other day! We were looking at the used booms and he showed me one full of really neat weapons. I'm gonna take a forging class because he talked me into it." He smiled brightly. "He's really cool, I definitely want to get to know him more. How long have you been friends?"

As for Webby, the reason was pretty easy. "Eh, Mrs. Beakley's just really protective of her, because sometimes super crazy stuff happens in my world. We have witches and shadow demons and spy organizations and supervillains and regular jerks like the Beagle Boys... But Webby can totally take care of herself."

When Isabel pointed at the milk bottles, he started jumping with her, because really, it was awesome to hang with someone who got just as excited about things. "Yeah! And you're tall, so getting the ones on top should be easy! Go on, give it a shot!"

"I think pretty much since we got here, we arrived around the same time. We don't hang out a ton, but it's like...we have each other's backs. And I try to look out for him. Sometimes he seems kind of alone, you know?" Which was sort of an understatement, but they were having fun and Isabel didn't want to be a party pooper.

She listened to Dewey relate all the weird stuff that happened in his world, and nodded with enthusiasm. "That makes sense, then. I mean, not that weird stuff doesn't happen where I'm from, too. Zombie invasions, magic-eating dogs, herds of anklebiting gnomes, angry undines...the list goes on."

She grinned, then. "Give me some feather for luck, then!" She leaned down to offer him her clenched fist, then stepped up to the counter, all confidence, once she'd gotten that fistbump. "Okay, give me six balls, please!"

Coins exchanged hands, and then Isabel received her ammunition. The first three balls missed, but then, she slowed down a bit, really scrutinizing first one can tower, then another. Wham! One went down. She missed at first aim at the second, then, with another bang, she took down the second tower she'd aimed at.

"Haha, yeah! Okay so you pick one of the small ones, and what do you think I ought to get for El?" Not that there weren't an assortment of dolls and such to choose from as prizes.

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