Jim Moriarty, Sherlock Holmes and John Watson
This was an exciting day, wasn't it? The festive decor, the gorgeous costumes and sounds of music and laughter. What a touching sight and a much needed day out. However, he had no intention of dressing up in costume or entering any pie eating contests. He would spectate and enjoy himself to the best of his ability. After losing his only companion to the mysterious forces of Preya, he was alone and he needed distractions. The last thing he needed was the creeping feeling of loneliness to sweep over his train of thought and ruin his plans. So why not take a day to distract himself from such dark corners? After all, nothing thrilled a man more than watching people go at each other with swords.
It helped when two of the contestants were familiar faces, but he cheered on neither party. Instead, he sat in the stands, and made sure to blend in with others. He occupied a seat on the end of a bleacher, conveniently near an exit in case he needed to make one. He stayed long enough to watch his rival win second place and then made his way out. He waited there until he heard two familiar voices, holding a bouquet of apple blossoms.
"There he is, the grand swordsman himself!" He said with excitement, as he offered Sherlock the bouquet. "I just wanted to wish you congratulations."