[Private] Meeting at the fantasy park

[fallingfloweret]

The space around Acacia filled with noise. The mumble of business tore her concentration. Her blue-green eyes blinked to adjust to her new surroundings in a panic. There were people all around her, but no one seemed to care that she had appeared out of nowhere. As thankful as she was for that, Acacia still felt tense. Where was her friend? The door had closed already. Did that mean she was alone? Had she escaped?

More questions bounced around in her mind as she began to explore her new surroundings. As she emerged from between two buildings, the young girl took a quick glance down the path. This place seemed normal enough... for some type of an amusement park. Without warning, she heard the all-too familiar sound of a portal opening from behind her. Not waiting to see if whoever stepped through was friend or foe, Acacia began quick steps down the street past all the windows full of colorful displays.

A quick glance behind herself, where she came from, rewards her by bumping into someone in front.

"Ah! I-I'm sorry."

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[shadesofsentience]

ALAR-174 perched near a fountain as crowds surged past him. He posed for maximum effect with one booted foot against the concrete, his tunic and cambric shirt glistening between the waterfall and the sun. It was one of many suggested poses and positions loaded into the database for this type of task, weather considered. He ought to have stared ahead with an opaque expression. Instead, he kept glancing at and recording images of the guests. Some of them wore period clothing and sported tiny pointed ears, masks, or wigs mixed with the fashions of the outside world. Almost as if they wished to be part magical creature themselves.

After twenty minutes at his location, he roused himself from people watching to either find a new area or walk among the guests until an opportunity presented itself. He fitted more or less seamlessly into the throng of people, despite glances and pointed fingers. He only smiled at those and offered a considered nod or a gentle 'hello,' and elvish greeting to anyone who addressed him directly.

Then, suddenly, a young woman ploughed into him. Her head was turned and she seemed to be regarding the crowds with some tension. Perhaps she had become separated from her family or friends? To him, she appeared to be yet another part-elven guest with her pointed ears and purple hair dye. Although her accoutrements were far more seamless than the popular clay ear molds from the shops.

Alar leaned down to greet the guest with a smile. "It's all right, I was not harmed. Are you lost, miss? Shall I escort you to the central office?"