[ A festival like this isn't really Ryoko's usual scene but after an, uh, illuminating phone call with Shu that was equal parts revealing and deeply embarrassing, she'd figured she may as well take him up on his offer and catch a ride down to the park just to see what things are like. Maybe it'll jog a memory or two – it probably won't. If nothing else, she can chug a sports drink all day and report back to Frillnet about the whole thing.
Ryoko mostly lurks up and down the stalls, politely edging her way in so she can eyeball the wares up for sale before moving on, with the general vibe of a girl who wants to shop but isn't quite sure where to start. A lot of this stuff is a little too bright and bold for her... ]
There's got to be something more subtle, right? . . . Never mind. Stupid question.
[ When the heat gets a little too much for her, she makes her way to one of the stalls that has a bit of shaded seating and finds that, as a bonus, it's serving shaved ice. She gets a whole pile of the stuff, saturated with purple syrup and plops herself down to much through it as she watches the live music play out on stage. There's a ton of familiar faces up there, huh...
Actually, there's a question. To whoever happens to be sitting closest: ] Is it just me or is basically everyone from the DU here?
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[ A festival like this isn't really Ryoko's usual scene but after an, uh, illuminating phone call with Shu that was equal parts revealing and deeply embarrassing, she'd figured she may as well take him up on his offer and catch a ride down to the park just to see what things are like. Maybe it'll jog a memory or two – it probably won't. If nothing else, she can chug a sports drink all day and report back to Frillnet about the whole thing.
Ryoko mostly lurks up and down the stalls, politely edging her way in so she can eyeball the wares up for sale before moving on, with the general vibe of a girl who wants to shop but isn't quite sure where to start. A lot of this stuff is a little too bright and bold for her... ]
There's got to be something more subtle, right? . . . Never mind. Stupid question.
[ When the heat gets a little too much for her, she makes her way to one of the stalls that has a bit of shaded seating and finds that, as a bonus, it's serving shaved ice. She gets a whole pile of the stuff, saturated with purple syrup and plops herself down to much through it as she watches the live music play out on stage. There's a ton of familiar faces up there, huh...
Actually, there's a question. To whoever happens to be sitting closest: ] Is it just me or is basically everyone from the DU here?