Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27235572-20150909005347/@comment-27235572-20150909111519

((I'd say other authors are allowed because the name "Fairy Tale" Festival is a more specific one, as opposed to the original name "Writers" Festival.

And, yeah, you can join, Cookie and Sola! And, now, I'll shall start, but to the others that haven't joined, feel free to. Just ask!))

It had taken months for the preparations of the festival to finish, but the result was impressive. Rides had slowly been erected, the metal beams of their supports gleaming in the sun. Little 'shops' filled with souvenirs and food spotted the festival grounds. Booths with games designed to test people's skills could also be seen around, seats occasionally in front of them.

The coup de Grace, however, was the tents. Huge tents, each different from the last, took up a huge portion of the space available. Each one had the writings of the different descendants of writers dotting them, indicating who dwelled inside (though, the brightly colored signs helped too).

When all the work finished for the festival, it was precisely noon.

Classes had been canceled for the day, so people milled around, lazily waiting for the announcement that would begin their fun. They had expected the festival to be ready from the beginning of the day, but their expectations had fallen flat. Apparently, the preparations for the parade at the end had taken longer than anticipated.

The intercom crackled, drawing people's attention. Quinn shuffled her feet near the door, looking at it urgently. Did she need to flee before everyone started stampeding towards the exits?

"Attention, students! The Fairy Tale Festival is now open!" A cheer resounded in the building before just as Quinn predicated, they made a mad dash for the doors. Luckily, she flung them open and started running towards the festival before they caught up to her.