WHO: Oded and Esme WHEN: May 6th WHERE: Outside Oded's trailer WARNINGS: None STATUS: Complete
After his last performance for the evening, Oded made his way back to his trailer to take a shower, changing out of the sweats he wore to The Hanged Man tent into jeans and a t-shirt as he considered what he wanted to do next. There had been more than a few lovely mortals who had shown interest, but a casual touch had shown them to be clingy and Oded had made his polite good evenings. The delicious twins from the previous night had not returned after leaving his trailer and he was not surprised. Their ability to walk straight had been admirable, but the college girls had had their fill of a wild night, it seemed.
It was clear night outside and Oded grabbed his acoustical guitar off the wall, along with a bottle of scotch and a glass, he adjourned outside to his deck, setting the bottle and glass on the small table before flopping into one of the comfortable chairs. The guitar on his lap, he began strumming a tune, making minute adjustments to the strings as he did. Traveling here had loosened the tuning pegs and he knew it would take several days to tune them all correctly. He paused to pour himself a glass of scotch and take a sip, his gaze looking out over the village area. It was quiet. Most of the other acts were still in progress.
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of movement under the chairs at the other side of his deck and he leaned forward, resting the base of the guitar on the deck between his legs. He saw fur and thought a dog had wandered onto the Cirque grounds, but the coloring was very odd. "If you are looking for scraps, I'm afraid you'll have better luck at the dining tent," he addressed the creature, though he could not see its body or head.