It's not every day there's a Festival in Town

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It's not every day there's a Festival in Town

Who: Raylan Givens and YOU~
What: Port stuffs, mostly off Barge and a WEDDING
Where: All over the place, the Barrows, the festival, the in betweens
When: Jan 14th - 20th?

Raylan was learning that ports that were serviceable were his absolute favorite. When he wasn't feeling particularly great, or a little too contained by the footprint of the boat that felt like it was getting smaller every day, a proper planet and a big sky to breathe better under was imperative for his general well being. His mood perked up immediately and would stay that way for the whole time he was out, especially with Roman seeming interested in getting off the ship and stretching his legs.

He had a good feeling about this, and those were rare.

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It felt good to be stocking up as well, like they could prepare themselves for whatever was coming, even though Raylan never got the goods he eventually wished he did when shit hit the fan. He had his list and was happily haggling with vendors - "You can't tell me that a pound costs that much; I heard you just sell it for ten less!" - between chatting the food vendors up. His good mood is infectious enough to get him cheerily handed samples and by the first afternoon, he was already buzzed and caught up in the energy of the place.

The best part about it? Most of the goods were magicked back onto the Barge and those that weren't well - It was nice to stretch his legs and draw in some country sweet air.

EATING CONTEST AND RACES

As soon as Raylan realized they had contests, he was intrigued. It had been too long since he'd had a good competitive anything and baseball didn't happen as often as he'd like. Maybe it was the air, maybe it was the festival spirit, but Raylan knew he wanted to do a few things. Take advantage of the opportunity.

He stands, new hat and all, looking over the options. Was anyone else from the barge doing them, he wondered? Raylan ends up signing up for both the sausage eating contest and the cheese roll race, commenting at the last "I'm gonna need to find different shoes, I think."

Come the next few days as the events happen, Raylan shows up at the table and the start line respectively, ready to DO THIS.

Barrows

Part of stretching his legs was getting a look around, and as much fun as he had shopping and eating and running, an easy day hike was nice too. He hadn't found anyone interested in going with him specifically, so Raylan was on his own this time, but he didn't mind. There was plenty of country to be had and he was sure that there would be other people on the trail around and through the hills.

People that he could maybe eavesdrop on to learn a thing or two about where he was standing. He liked to linger in front of the mounds and wonder what life was really like for all the people that had passed before them. He could almost imagine, in his woolgathering, the starry sky hazed over with smoke from the torches, and the sound of Old Songs on the night air. He didn't wanna say 'magical' but that's what it was.

He was smart enough to stay outside though, and not go in to any of the stone doors that he saw - that felt like a bad idea that would invite trouble.

For James- Pre handfasting

As the sun starts to go down, Raylan meets up with James, finding the man in the feasting area. Raylan drops into a seat next to him, mug filled to the brim with ale and it wasn't nearly his first one. Raylan Givens was drunk on life and the whole environment, face lit in his broad, easy smile.

"Hey darlin'," he greets, beaming as he leans in so their shoulders brush. "How's that leg been treatin' you," he says in greeting, nodding at the leg of beef that sat in the middle of the table. He was going to have to talk James into going out for a walk around with him tomorrow, when the sun was back to it's position in the sky and there was less magic in the air.

Handfasting

- For anyone who wants to see it/see them after it.
They were drunk. It was impulsive. Neither of them cared; someone had suggested they get married on a festival night - Good luck and a promise of prosperity to get married on a festival night! - and James already had rings. Maybe it was foolish, but Love often was, and Raylan knew this was real. Knew that James wanted to marry him as much as he wanted the same thing. Knew that the desire for it wasn't Vaughn and Rory; it was them.

One of the village ladies had dropped a loose crown of flowers on Raylan and James's heads, and they'd found the (apparent) local priest. The fire crackled merrily behind them, freshly jumped and their cheeks flush with ale, love, and excitement as the Priest started speaking, wrapping their hands with an embroidered cloth. Raylan couldn't see anyone but James, couldn't hear anyone but the Priest as his whole heart rose into the echoed promises off his lips and James echoing them. It was okay if people saw. Okay if people they knew saw.

But this, this ceremony was for them.

The people around them cheered when they kissed and Raylan broke from it beaming. They'd have another few drinks and enjoy the revelry, including Raylan stealing James to come and dance with him like a fool before they vanish for the night.

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"I'm no expert," Nita first says, coming up to look over the options.

"But you might want to skip the shoes, unless you're more worried about stubbed toes."

Throwaway socks might be a good idea, even, if it's rolling things down a hill...

Something about being here where most everyone didn't know him allowed Raylan to be less guarded than he was on the Barge, so there was no sharp look when he glances over. Just an automatic kind of "Hmm?" at the sudden voice as his brain processes.

"Oh." He looks down at his wingtip boots thoughtfully with a little frown. "Shit, that's a good idea. Sure get better traction barefoot." Nevermind that he hasn't been barefoot in public in ages. It wouldn't be a problem, but relishing the unusual was half the fun of life. He looks back over at her.

"Who chases cheese down a hill? It's ridiculous. Are you signin' up for any of em?" He remembers her face now - Vaughn knew her.

"Nita, right?"

Nita nods. "For the novelty, if nothing else. It's... been a while, since I did something random like this just for the fun of it."

While fun was to be had on the Barge, most of it turned into either research or astronomy - and the latter is much harder when she can't be sure who exactly she's seeing through the telescope.

"Yup - and you're Raylan. Unless you'd prefer I use your last name?"

It could be hard to tell, given the sheer breadth of cultural backgrounds (and comfort levels) people have on the Barge.

For the races! Can timeskip to the actual race itself if you like, or just have them chat.

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fetch quests

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the day after the handfasting

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Pre-handfasting - still very drunk and in love

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Barrows (but you also know he's gonna catch an eye of that handfasting shit)

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Barrows

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Contests and Races

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