Welcome to the Festival of Fireflies

[lazyjustice]

Who: You! Anyone and everyone is welcome to come!
What: A Festival of Fireflies with games, food, rides and more!
Where: Genessia
When: August 15th-20th. Starting at 7pm
Warnings: Be sure to warn in your threads appropriately.


[The gates are open and the air is filled with the sound of music. Whether you're a reveler, a vendor or anything in between-- come and enjoy the festival!

The Firefly Masquerade post is here]

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[meteorrains]

[Please, for the love of Shiva, he does not want to know what you're in to, Rude. Especially when it's in regard to his best friend. You can just keep that all to yourself.

Not that he would be entirely adverse to seeing you make a move on her. Tifa deserved to be happy above all else. It was what he wanted for her most. And if someone else were to become the cause of that happiness, then he wouldn't stand in their way.]

Once or twice. [Okay. So he'd kind of blown a small fortune on the snow boarding game back at the Gold Saucer. It had taught him some important life skills. Like how to dodge trees.]

Feel like giving them a try?

[sayslittle]

[Excuse, Cloud, Rude is a perfect gentleman when he's not being paid to break faces on command. He wouldn't dream of speaking about such things, even with such minimal chance of there being any truth behind the thoughts and certainly not with someone he isn't convinced is entirely feelings-free himself.

And Rude certainly isn't going to compete with someone Tifa has a heck of a lot more reason to trust than she does him.

But that's a competition-that's-not-really-a-competition for another day. For now, Rude focuses on the challenge laid out by Cloud, scouting for something they should be on even footing on for what he can recall of Cloud's skills.

He's pretty sure throwing rings at targets isn't something either of them make much use of. So he'll nod towards that stall in response to Cloud's suggestion, brow raised in a questioning tick.]

I'm game if you are.