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[worldexecute]

WHO: angela (worldexecute) & anyone
WHAT: catch-all for september! there'll be open prompts for various things in september, and any other plans
WHERE: all over
WHEN: september
WARNINGS: add as we go


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( the bookstore | amusement park delinquency | to-do list )

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fearne: festival date 1

[worldexecute]

( fearne'd invited herself to angela's exciting First New Experiences At A Fair day, or she said she would... but it seems like she's up to some sort of mischief, seeing as angela can't actually find her. she's even opted to turn down festival food, as good as it smells, or trying any of the games so far, because she'd wanted to save that experience to have with her.

...that's silly. she knows it's silly. she recognizes it as silly. still, she figures it's better than dealing with a disappointed fearne, so—there, that.

the kissing booth. was not. one of the booths she remembers seeing when she went around the fairgrounds while it was closed? so naturally she's stopping in front of it————


somehow she isn't surprised this is fearne's idea. what's with the cat thing. she guesses she'll find out anyway, huh. )

So this is what you're up to.

[fauned]

( if only she knew how much she put off enjoying stuff on her behalf.. )

You caught me!

( as if she isn't posted up exactly where people ought to see her amongst all of the excitement. still, she's quick to lean both elbows on her booth and prop her chin on her palms as she beams up at the other. )

So then? What will it be?

( she has Options. ones she flourishes at with a wave of her hand. )

Doesn't need to be anything fancy. ( the offered trinket, she means. ) It just has to be yours!

[worldexecute]

( for a kiss? why would she want one of those—

she gestures to the other sign. she gets the implication but just to be sure... )

What's this one?

[fauned]

( she's not disappointed............... you are, )

Well, you know! There's always sayings about how hard cats are to herd, so I made a game of it! We bet stuff, I turn into a cat, we run around the whole fair, and I win your things.

( is she implying she doesn't think she'd lose.... maybe. she does not know what hubris is. )

Easy, huh?

[worldexecute]

( ah, she was right. well... she kind of wants to see that. )

You're awfully confident for someone who's going to get caught. ( angela, too, has a wealth of it— what can she bet? ...she fingers her brooch thoughtfully. ) Very well. Let's play, Fearne.

( she'll remove her crow-feather brooch and its shiny gold jewel. feels a little naked to be without it, but she'll live— )

I'll bet this. ( she wasn't really interested in losing it for a kiss, so... ) And you?