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Who: Mickey and Monica (Open to Attack Threads)
Where: the banquet
When: evening

Mickey had done really well in the events. He wasn’t sure what it said about him, but he didn’t back down from a fight that was for sure and despite it not being a type of fighting he was used to he, figured out the worse of it. He wasn’t any good at archery, but he’d done enough to get through to the next round and tomorrow he’d be competing again. It had earned him a little bit of attention with the others knights, but he did as he always had, blending well with them, and keeping everything to himself. He moved away from the crowd, refilling his drink, watching things from a distance for a moment.

Monica had spent her day watching the events, playing now and again for people. It was a little strange when she played, she noticed, but wasn't sure what to think of it besides maybe the people here were used to worse music, and that was why they were so wrapped up in her songs. Getting thirsty, she went to pour herself some more wine, and smiled at the man who had just gotten himself another drink. “Good evening,” she greeted pleasantly.
( onoz! )

Who: OPEN TO ALL
Where: The castle banquet
When: evening

Mickey was still adjusting to the knightly business of things, but the banquet made it easier. Just like everything else, he blended into his surroundings, making casual small talk and letting others talk about themselves, all the while winning their favor like he usually did. It wasn't until he arrived at the banquet that he realized his breeches, tunic, and boots were some of the nicer clothes that were there to see, the tunic in a warm colored gold with a black lion across his chest and upon seeing him he was treated as if he were one of the more well off knights. It was more attention than he would have expected, but he didn't hate it.

who: Kyle and Monica
where: the party
when: night

Kyle had never been at a party where he wasn’t exactly one of the main guests. Sure, he had been ‘invited’ along with everybody else, but he knew his position was, apparently, Adam’s squire, and he figured that definitely meant that he was there as an add on to Adam. At least, that was how he interpreted it and he had decided that he would rather be wrong in that, than act any other way on find he was wrong then. If he really was meant to be here as some kind of servant to Adam, then acting out of that role would reflect badly on the other man. The other man who was expected to go around with a sword, and who had a shield that clearly stated that someone had tried to beat the crap out of him. Kyle wasn’t taking any chances. As such, he was playing the part of the perfect servant. Bringing Adam food and drinks as necessary. Standing near the other man, but far enough away so as not to be intrusive. And, because this was Adam and Kyle didn’t trust the other man’s ability to get what was going on and actually play along - far enough away that Adam didn’t do something stupid. Like talk to him. Or try and touch him.

Monica had been lying low. This whole thing was really doing a number on her head, and now they were in Ren Faire land, and she had to go with it. What she did know was roll with it she could definitely do. She'd woken up with a new shiny violin that she was loving. It was beautiful, and the sound? Was just amazing. She was even dressed in a manner she could get behind, though she'd taken the time to dress it up herself as well, putting her own flair on it along with her traditional red and white color scheme.

When she spotted Bathtub Guy through the delightful crowd, she smiled and decided to go check on him. She waltzed on up behind him, then rattled a stick with streamers and bells on it in front of his face, reaching around him to do so. “Be merry!”
( also, crying! )

who: Monica and Justin (with a touch of Kyle)
where: around the hotel
when: late morning

Monica stumbled ever so slightly when instead of walking out into the dreary land of Ohio, she was simply in a long corridor that was clearly still part of the hotel. She pulled up short, hugging her bag to her stomach as she stared, wide eyes.

Justin almost ran into her as he stepped through the doors. He had been moving faster than her, but he hadn’t thought she would stop so soon. He stepped to the side as he stopped. A corridor. “Oh yeah - you know exactly where the doors are gonna lead.” He paused for a beat, then added. “Gotta say - of all the things I expected, this wasn’t even on the list.”
( also - Backstory! )

who: Monica, Justin and Adam
where: the lobby
when: right after this!

By the time she got down to the lobby, she was still freaking out. God, was he crazy? Were they going to have to haul him away in a straight jacket? She got to the desk and looked around, seeing no one. Finding the bell, she started ringing it hard. Once. Twice, three times. No one appeared. "I need heee-eeelp!!!" she shouted, going back to incessantly ringing the desk bell. "For real, people! Come on, I think there's an escaped mental patient in my room! Doesn't anybody work here?!"

DING DING DING DING DING DING DINGDINGDING!

who: Kyle and Monica
where: Monica's room
when: mid morning

Monica was lying awake in bed. She was aware she needed to get going, get up, get dressed, and face the day. Buuut she didn't want to. Not really. She was going to have to take a look at the script for the first film and she just couldn't face it yet. Sighing, she stared at the ceiling, and recognized that her back ached slightly. Okay, she really needed to get up. Stretching, she got up, tossed her hair up into a messy ponytail, and stared at herself in the mirror. Ugh. She looked at her nightie, which was pretty much the same type of thing she always wore. Why didn't she have just some cotton comfy thing, instead of a long silk off white lace trimmed number? She wasn't impressing anyone in her hotel room. And yet.

Rolling her eyes at herself, she started toward the bathroom, intent on taking a shower.

Kyle walked through the door, rubbing at his eyes, head down and walking fast enough that he didn’t change his mind and stop to go back. His brain registered that there was carpet beneath his feet at approximately the same time that he walked smack bang into the woman in the room. “Shit, sorr… What the fuck?” he asked, looking wide eyed around the bedroom. What the hell? He’d just walked out the front door of the hotel - ending up in someone’s bedroom was not part of the plan! “I’m dreaming. I’m really, clearly dreaming.” First meeting Adam, who was being possibly even more clueless than before. Ending up in some strange place. Walking out. Now… this. Definitely a dream.
( ACTING! )