Medieval World!

[cityship]

Medieval World was one of the largest year-round renaissance faires in the multiverse.

Minstrels and bards wandered the streets, vendors sold ridiculously overpriced period clothing, jewelry, weapons, and turkey legs as big as a human's head, and the royal court mingled with the commoners. There were events everywhere: falconers, magicians, belly dancing, hypnotists, weapons competitions including swords, axes, maces, and bows, camel rides, Washing Well Wenches, fake jousting on wooden 'horses' suspended on ropes, and real jousting.

As was typical of these sorts of events, anachronicity was everywhere, as were patrons in all sorts of fantasy costumes.

Join in the fun!

[OOC: Add things if you want, and go for it!

Also, if anyone wants to win a flower for their lady from the Wenches, contact Shae for NPCing. >:3]

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[newyorkbynight.livejournal.com]

It had been a long time since Elisa had been to a renaissance faire - even before meeting the gargoyles, she'd donated the majority of her time and energy to protecting her home city – and she’d certainly never been to one on another planet.

“I’ve never heard of it,” Elisa admitted, “But it could be a show from any world.”

She helped herself to a piece of chocolate and watched the departing child with bemusement. (They didn’t store money there were she was from either.) She was here to spend time with friends both old and new. The actual contents of the show wasn’t that important and the furry alien’s recommendation had been as good as any.

“You should go easy with your money, big guy,” she added. “This is only the first part of the park.”

There were a lot of 'worlds' left to explore.

[governorkang]

Kang didn't really like chocolate, so he left it alone, "It's probably not. These events aren't known for their accuracy." He'd been amused by most of the park so far, and had even had one or two people assume he was a part of it because of his appearance and clothing.

[not_the_philistine]

Which meant more for Elisa. Goliath was less likely to have any himself than to give it away.

"I don't need it." Except for perhaps a giant turkey leg. Those looked a lot more appetizing than candy. Besides, perhaps that child had a clan to help support.

"I believe it," he added, considering the fair with wry amusement. "Little of this would have been at home in the tenth century."

[newyorkbynight.livejournal.com]

She'd never get through that much chocolate. Even Elisa - who often got through particularly long shifts on a diet of nothing but hot dogs from street carts and coffee from the break room - had a limit to the amount of junk food she could consume.

"Not right now," she agreed, "But we don't know what we're going to find later."

She glanced around the bits of fair that they could see from their seats - the anachronistic costumes, the magicians, the bars - and grinned.

"You've definitely never mentioned the camel rides."

[governorkang]

Those turkey legs did look very appealing. Kang knew he was going to have to get one later; real meat was hard to come by on Stacy.

He snorted at Elisa's comment, "Or the pirates."

The last of the seats were filled up, and there were quite a few that stood on the sides to watch the show. One of the wenches, a brunette with sleek, black horns, began making her way to the stage after chatting with a couple and overtly flirting with the man sitting next to them.

...was that part of the show?

[not_the_philistine]

Goliath, still engaged in considering whether or not the pirates and camels were accurate for the time - just not things he would have seen in his place - caught just the tail end of that flirting.

"How old are you honey?"

"23 cycles."

"Good, Momma's too pretty to go to jail."

Goliath put some effort into not looking as confused as he was. What exactly were they about to watch?

[newyorkbynight.livejournal.com]

Although she only had a passing familiarity with renaissance faires, Elisa had a bit more experience with street entertainers. She'd seen plenty of them in New York. She had no trouble putting the pieces together when she overheard the banter that passed between the wench and the hapless audience member.

That explained the smirk on the face of the alien who had suggested the show to them. Making an escape now would only attract attention. They had to stay put and, if they were lucky, avoid the wenches.

... of course, trying to be inconspicuous was easier said than done when your companions were a dragon and a gargoyle.

[governorkang]

"...did I hear that right?" Kang said, just loud enough for Goliath and Elisa to hear him. "What the hell kind of show is this?"

Whistles and yells came from the crowd as the wench began a cheer, "Give me a W! Give me an ench! What does that say? Wench! Now give me a sh! Give me an oh!" The second one was punctuated with a pelvic thrust. "Show! Put it together! Wench Show!"

She paused, waving her hands wildly in the air, then yelled, "Give me a beer!"

[not_the_philistine]

That explained the "Good Clean Fun: Wet Dirty Women" sign on stage.

. . . actually that didn't explain the sign at all.

"This is absolutely not accurate to anything."

Goliath didn't need to have actually visited places in the tenth century with camels and pirates to be confident in asserting this.

[newyorkbynight.livejournal.com]

Elisa came very close to burying her face in her hands, but her desire to attract as little attention as possible encouraged her to curb her embarrassment.

"The sort of show hat it's too late for us to escape from," Elisa answered dryly, keeping her own voice low enough to prevent anyone else from overhearing. "Let's just hope they don't notice us."

She shook her head even as she spoke. With their luck, that was never going to happen.

[governorkang]

Another patron offered up their beer for the wench, which she gladly accepted. After downing it, she looked around, "Where did Marie go? Oh, there she is! Everyone, I want your help in calling my cousin Marie down!"

Kang nodded in agreement, though he was grinning. As long as he wasn't the one getting messed with, he was more than happy to enjoy the show.

The wench told the crowd to shout, "Marie, it's that special time!" and as soon as the other wench heard it, she dashed down the aisle and started dancing around on the stage, taking off her gloves and beginning on the strings to her corset.

"No, Marie, not that special time."

"...oh."

[not_the_philistine]

If Goliath had any idea what the remainder of the show involved, he might have been trying to make himself a little more inconspicuous.

It probably wouldn't have worked. There were some varied races in this crowd, but not many that came close in stature to a gargoyle, or a draconian.

"What must we escape from, exactly?" he asked, turning to Elisa. The humans of the 20th century were much more . . . relaxed about shenanigans such as were going on with the two women on stage, between the outrageous flirting and the partial disrobing, but this was a public venue with children present. Surely the show could not get much racier than this.

As he spoke to Elisa, leaning over to address her, he did look slightly like he was trying to be inconspicuous, and failing at it.

[newyorkbynight.livejournal.com]

"They're going to want to get volunteers up on stage," she explained, noting that Goliath would be terrible at undercover work even if he was a little less conspicuous. "To help with ... whatever it is they're going to do."

She was still guessing about the actual contents of the show, but she was willing to bet that it wasn't the sort of thing that Goliath would enjoy. And he definitely wouldn't want to take part.