Event Twelve

[awashmods]

I am a reaper whose muscles set at sundown. All my oats are cradled.  But I am too chilled, and too fatigued to bind them.  And I hunger.

ou know what's probably amazing? Waking up to your previously normal front door suddenly being covered by a huge, autumn-themed wreath. Or perhaps you're close enough to the center of the Town to look out your window and get an eyeful of that effigy, staring soullessly at you? The point is, there's a festival going on! The Town's been decorated accordingly (don't trip over sudden bales of hay), and towards the center of the Town, there are all sorts of fun games, tables of food, and other amazing things set up. Go prance onto the stage, sample some of the amazing food, convince one of your friends to play one of those bobbing for apples games... Enjoy it! There doesn't seem to be much of a catch this time. (At least, not until you eat the food, and then you'll figure out just what that "catch" is.) Welcome to Awash's twelfth event log, everyone! Further information on this event can be found here at the OOC post. You are welcome to start your own posts or logs for this event as well. If there are any questions, please ask them here. Thank you!

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[photoshooter]

[Prompto grins and flashes a thumbs-up right back, missing every single ounce of his usual self-consciousness. As he turns his attention back to the bottle booth, he even tosses the apple up and rolls it expertly down his shoulder, Aladdin-style, into his waiting hand. What a show-off.]

Okay. Don't blink too slow!

[He turns the apple in his hand, testing the weight once last time, and then winds up and chucks it like a fastball at the bottles. They CRASH aside, leaving--

Wow. Leaving none standing. Dude actually pulled it off. He punches the air with a whoop, bouncing on his feet.]

Yeah! Did you get it? Lemme see!

[rerevale]

[ Okay, wow, so these games aren't rigged. Momo'd be impressed if he didn't spend most of his concentration trying to get the best snapshot of this moment possible— there's something nice about using a Polaroid, where you only have one chance to make things count.

Click. The camera hums, and spits out the photo. Moment of truth. ]

One sec, one sec...

[ Aaaaand... there it is!!! A crystal-clear shot of Prompto absolutely Crushing It. Momo laughs. ]

Looking good, champ! Here's one for the hall of fame, huh?

[photoshooter]

[Prompto's leaning over his shoulder to look. Once the picture comes out--and what a picture!--he whoops and smacks Momo's shoulder in that friendly male way.]

Nice! You totally nailed it, bud!

[Beaming like a stagelight, he takes the photo in both hands and holds it up, then shows it to Momo again, even though he's already seen it.]

It's as good as one of mine! Nice job, dude, for real!

[rerevale]

[ It's been a while since he's run into someone who'll do the whole elbow-nudge and shoulder-slap thing with him, so Momo takes that little smack with a fond wrinkle of his nose. You got me.

A mock-stagger, and Momo's giving Prompto a double thumbs-up. It's like they won the World Cup or something... They might as well have, really. ]

Haha, it's because I had a good model! How about another picture with your prize?

[ He looks around and— ah. The only 'prize' around is a bunch of straw toys and a miniature version of that giant effigy.

Here you go, Prompto..... at least it kind of looks like... a chocobo. ]

[photoshooter]

...Uhhh...

[Dot dot dot.

But then he beams like the sun coming out.]

Yeah! Thanks, I love it!

[He sets to trying to balance the... lovely... little thing on his shoulder, fails, then laughs and holds it in his palm while making an O.K. sign with the other hand.]

How's this?