𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙷𝙰𝙻𝙻𝙾𝚆𝙴𝙳 ( llama )

[katt]

Identification Card #3448
Name: George Haps

Age: 19

Gender: Male

Personality: Soft spoken and quiet, George really had to push himself to even consider attending The Hallowed. The foreigner's lack of social grace and general skepticism always on alert tends to make him a difficult person to get on friendly terms with. That paired with the fact of his always thinking people are making fun of him makes him even more cautious in all things relating to interaction with other people.

Occupation*: College (exchange student from Austria)

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You've finally arrived!  It's about half six and the sun is just setting, casting the sky in a redish glow that will soon fade. Everywhere you turn you can see people of all different nationalities and ages, covered in face paint, waving flags, holding signs and doing God knows what else, full to the brim with excitement. Where would you like to go now? The first performance doesn't start for at least an hour but you could always go and try to get a space at the front of the crowd or maybe at least try to peak at the set up they've got going on. Perhaps exploring appeals to you more on the other hand, you could grab a bite to eat and observe the site, some stalls are already open.

[llama]

I might as well look around for now; the view of the performance doesn't matter an extraordinary amount to me.
Making sure that my wire frame glasses are properly adjusted to my face, I glance around and head in no direction in particular, seeking out perhaps an exhibit with a limited amount of people there, if that's possible in a place as crowded as this.

[katt]

After a while of trekking you can see that not many people are crowded a small stall called B R E A T H. It's a table covered in blank pieces of paper and that's it. Nothing else. Just paper. Maybe someone hasn't finished setting it up? Whatever the case it isn't big or flashy so the majority of people don't care and have turned a blind eye. Want to carry on or keep looking?

[llama]

It could be worth looking into.
If I'm able to get closer to the table, I glare at it and accentuate my breathing.. not that I think anything will happen, I just thought it'd be nice to humor whoever is running this thing.

[katt]

Nobody's around the table so you can easily move forward towards it.... on closer inspection there's a post-it-note stuck in the side of the table, it looks undisturbed.

[llama]

Maybe that's apart of the whole thing? It's supposed to be disturbed? I reach my hand out to it, lifting it up to see if there's anything under it.

[katt]

Underneath it, written crudely in silver sharpie is the phrase:
"Pik 1 up. Dont tell ur friends. Private invitation ONLY."
It seems that whoever has written this is referencing the paper ontop of the table.

[llama]

Well, at least I don't have any friends to tell.. at least friends here. I'm not a total fuckin' social outcast.
I take one of the papers and pocket it, and, with a shrug, leave the table and try to find somewhere else to investigate.

[katt]

There's selection of merchandise stalls that are open to browse through (who knows, maybe you do want a shirt for every Messenger with their face embrioded on), a small amphitheatre that's being prepared for the seminars that will happen tomorrow, a section of marques dedicated to the works of The Messengers and another Marque that serves as an infomation centre. Someone with a megaphone informs you that the first performance starts in fourty minutes.

[llama]

I glance uninterested at the merch stalls and bookmark the small amphitheatre is; perhaps there's someone in there from behind the scenes that I could chat to. Could be an interesting conversation. Noting the megaphone, I head over to the information center and see what all is there.
(sorry if i'm doing a shitty job; not really getting a feel for this character)

[katt]

Upon entering the information centre you're greeted by a whirlwind of brightly coloured pamphlets, programmes and leaflets that are spread out onto different tables, a fully functioning lost property and the whole thing is run by one woman. She looks no older than twenty four, her dark hair is styled Buzzcut and her name badge reads "Andi"
"Hiya, can I help you?"

(No worries, I understand. If you want to change your charecter or anything just give me a shout)

[llama]

Looking around in wonder at this whole display, I finally realize that I've arrived at the actual kiosk and she's asking me a question. I answer with my rather thick Austrian accent, "Uh, well I guess I wanted to know if there was any personable or one on one stuff set up in one of these booths.. there just seems like so many of them that it would take forever to find it."

[katt]

"Wellllllll, it depends if you're talking people or Messengers" Andi drawls and begins to shift through pamphlets. "You can PAY for personal blessings with some of The Messengers, are more likely to invite you to their houses of congregation which is like "worship" or something but apart from that they don't interact with the public much. With people though, we have a few Shrinks onsite, a meditation group plus I'm in here 24/7 so that's that" She sighs and gives a tired grin. "If you want I can put your name down and book you for a session with someone?"

[llama]

My eyes glare down at the mess of papers at the table.. with so much stuff here, I'm sure that she only knows half of all the things here, not that I blame her. George looks up and returns the smile, "Yeah, sure, that'd be nice.. anything I can do to help you?" He was sure that the question was odd but he wasn't sure what else to do.. that and she seemed more than busy.

[katt]

"A-are you serious?" She questions, taken a back by his offer for a few moments before regaining her composure. "Well if you've got a few spare minutes I do need some help with moving boxes from this place to the amphitheater. My colleagues are coming tomorrow which means I've set up nearly all of this by myself- oh shit, I'm Andi by the way! I'm meant to introduce myself"

[llama]

I glance down at her name badge, and then back to her eyes. I reply with a smile, holding out my hand, "I'm George. Are all your friends too busy to help now?.. but yeah, I'd be glad to help out.. where are the boxes that you need help carrying?" Hm. Maybe i could be some new religious figure in a non physical way. Someone who comes in and helps for no fucking reason despite the coolest thing in the world going on behind him.. maybe not a figure, but just a societal movement? Isn't there a word for that? I'm sure there's a word for that.

[katt]

She hurriedly shakes his hand, practically ecstatic as she pushes back a table to reveal a couple of boxes stacked haphazardly on top of each other (on closer inspection you can see they're marked AMPH in an untidy scrawl). Opening her mouth to say something else Andi realizes you're lost in your train of thought, awkwardly waves a hand a hand in front of your face & clears her throat. "They're just here"

[llama]

Oct 28, 2016 9:17:16 GMT -4 katt said:

She hurriedly shakes his hand, practically ecstatic as she pushes back a table to reveal a couple of boxes stacked haphazardly on top of each other (on closer inspection you can see they're marked AMPH in an untidy scrawl). Opening her mouth to say something else Andi realizes you're lost in your train of thought, awkwardly waves a hand a hand in front of your face & clears her throat. "They're just here"

"Oh, uh, sorry." I walk over by the boxes and look down at them, nodding at the stack. I pick up one of the boxes, taking it up by the bottom, "So.."

[katt]

"....So what are you doing at The Hallowed?" Andi chirps as a desperate attempt to make things not awkward, picking up the other box. Both of the boxes are full of posters for the guest speakers, glossy shots of a diverse range of people ready to be signed and bought.

[llama]

Oct 28, 2016 14:11:50 GMT -4 katt said:

"....So what are you doing at The Hallowed?" Andi chirps as a desperate attempt to make things not awkward, picking up the other box. Both of the boxes are full of posters for the guest speakers, glossy shots of a diverse range of people ready to be signed and bought.

"I.. well.." Pondering this, I can't really come up with a definitive answer. He didn't necessarily worship any of the Messengers and at the same time he didn't not want to be where the rest of the world would want to be. "I wanted to see what this thing is all about."

[katt]

"That's understandable" She nodded as the two began their trek from the information tent to the amphitheater, most people had now gone to the main-stage to get as close as they could to the front. "it's all so..... overwhelming sometimes , isn't it?"

[llama]

(love your profile picture!!)

I walk beside her, not really paying much attention to the people heading towards the amphitheater. I would get there when I get there. "Yeah.. this whole world seems to have become a stage overnight, where one person does something amazing and then someone else tops them. Hard to keep up with."

[katt]

(Thank you, I'm just getting into Mariana after such a long time but I love her music! )

"Yeah, those... People? Gods? Ugh, that's a whole new subject, are like that, aren't they?" Andi replied, wistfully staring at the at the the the main stage which is silhouetted by the deep red sunset "They're all about the adoring crowds, scamming fans and all that jazz"

[llama]

(awesome! my friend introduced me to her music like last year and for awhile she as all i listened to)

"With that much influence, I suppose it's hard to blame them for that." I say this with an apathetic shrug. I'd like to think that in that position that wouldn't be me but then again, I'm not in that position. Shrugging yet again, I do a complete change of subject, "Do you have any pets?"

[katt]

( i get you, she's got such a good voice- i did that with Lana Del Rey lmao, i'm pretty much still hooked)

"No" She snorts, amused by the sudden change in conversation. That same guy with megaphone informs the remaining people who aren't already at mainstage that there's twenty minutes left until the first performance. "My apartment's too small for that. Do you?"