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WHO: OTA
WHAT: Eglaf Annual Earth Day Extravaganza
WHEN: Friday, April 17, 2020 - Sunday, April 19, 2020
WHERE: All over Historical Downtown Eglaf
WARNINGS: The whole premise of Friday's event is dub-con, so...you know. There's that. If you feel your thread should have content warnings on it, please say so in the soonest possible comment subject line.

Don't it always seem to go that you don't know what you've got til it's gone?

Every year, the weekend before Earth Day, the city of Egalf has a three-day festival to celebrate centered largely in Historical Downtown. Eglaf was one of the first cities in Florida to pass Go Green laws and they're proud of their attempts as a city to reduce their carbon footprint. Each year, the line-up of events is about the same.

Friday night is a fundraising theme costume party, usually attended by any and all, featuring local celebrities and registered Displaced Supers along with raffles, meet and greets, autograph sessions, photo ops with Displaced Supers, local vendors, and more, located in Downtown Pride Hotel's ballrooms. This year's theme is "Getting In Touch with Nature." Party-goers will be turned away at the door if they're not in costume. No exceptions. Tickets can be purchased all week at the hotel or at the door. General admittance is $10 and admittance with dinner reservations is $25 per person. Group discounts are available; please call the front desk at Downtown Pride Hotel for details.

NOTE:This event is where things might get a little hinky this year. The portal being reawakened in January has been causing little issues around town, but the government mostly has this on lockdown. Unfortunately, it would appear that something new has made its way through. Earlier in the week, a small group of playful and mischievous fairies slipped through the portal. Learning of the Earth Day celebration and wanting very much to carry on its message, on Friday morning, locals and Supers alike might notice a sort of shimmer in the air. Spoiler alert: it's their version of fairy dust. Exposure to said fairy dust will have residents of Eglaf under the fairies' spell. They'll feel compelled to reduce, reuse, recycle, and be at the Earth Day fundraiser with bells on.

When the clock strikes eleven, though, that's when they'll decide to have a little more fun. Anyone still in their costume and within a five-mile radius of the hotel will believe themselves to actually be their costume or, in some cases, they will become their costume. So, if someone comes to the party dressed as a tree, they should be prepared to stand very still and be very silent while swaying in the wind for the hour during which the spell will take hold. This spell will last anywhere from 1 to 24 hours.

Saturday, there will be a parade featuring giant balloons, floats built by local businesses, and Displaced Super appearances. The parade will begin at 10:00 am and will follow the usual path down all of Main Street from Historical Downtown up to the upper east side before returning back to Historical Downtown. Typically, this parade runs two to three hours in its entirety. Then, Saturday evening will kick off the Earth Day Film Festival, where locals and Displaced Supers alike are invited to the Downtown Green, weather permitting (or the Oakdale Theater, if not) where the stage will be hidden behind a giant screen onto which Eglaf Community College short films will start things off at 7:00 pm and, by 9:00 pm, everything from nature documentaries to summer blockbuster films will be played back to back until the last movie is scheduled to end around 11:30 pm on Sunday night.

All concessions purchased at official events this weekend will go toward furthering technological advances toward making Eglaf run on clean energy.

Come one, come all! Have a great time!

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Five frowns, lifting an eyebrow. "You're such a fucking bad liar, Number Four," he mutters, rolling his eyes. Whatever that was, Number Four knows something, but Five isn't going to ask. No, he's not going to ask; he doesn't want to know. What Number Five wants is to go back home, apologize to Vanya for not listening to her, and never fucking time travel again. That's what Number Five wants.

"I need sustenance," he says, looking back up at Number Four. "I didn't finish my dinner and maybe I'll be able to jump again after I eat something. Help a guy out?"

His head bobs with agreement, the slightest smile quirking his own lips. “Thankfully, or I've got a feeling a lot of us might not be here.” They'd be dead, wouldn't they? Sure, that makes sense, but Eglaf has obviously got some crazy strong influence if it can bring people (like his brother, Ben) back from the dead. Had Five not spatial-jumped them, they undoubtedly would've been finished, The Boy aside. Good thing they'd all decided time-traveling and at least trying was better than standing there, waiting for the fire to consume them all. “I have no doubt. People are a lot more resilient than we give them credit for most times.”

Of all the things to be afraid of, why would a werewolf frighten him? Unless they're coming after him, he's got no reason to fret.

“Wasn't too worried about it, but thanks for the reassurance.” He offers a fuller grin this time then briefly diverts his attention, fiddles with the cap on his waterbottle, ultimately glances back up after a few minutes. “So, you can just. Change whenever you want, then? Or how does it work if the full moon isn't involved?”

Klaus laughs awkwardly, nervously, reaches and pushes his fingers through his hair, pinning the bangs atop his head a moment then sighing before letting them fall back (or letting whatever doesn't stay sticking up fall, anyway). At least he doesn't have to ask, though. “I know, but for real, try not to worry about it right now. It'll make sense later.” Once whatever the hell is going on is done with. A curse of some sort? He wouldn't know what else to call it besides that.

‘I need sustenance,’ is what follows and Klaus's eyebrows arch contemplatively then he chuckles, playfully rolls his eyes. Finding Five something to eat shouldn't be difficult, yeah? “Alright, sure, you want something specific or...?”

[eddie hasn't even seen how preposterous klaus can get, either. depending on how long he hangs around, he'll get to find out and boy, he's gonna be in for a wild ride. makeup, a light-up dress, overly theatrical ridiculousness— these are just the beginning.

next time, he'll be sure to do some dragging of his own. maybe his siblings or roommates? he doesn't know for sure, but that's a bridge he can cross when it comes. klaus, however, refuses to wait and leaps off the tailgate with reckless abandon, of course. (blessedly, his leap clears enough space, the truck ends up stopping before it can back into him.)]

Thank God, [he sighs emphatically, draping an arm across his forehead.] I thought I was done for. [then klaus smirks, gestures eddie's way then, apparently, changes his mind and moves the hand to lift an edge of his dress so he can goddamn curtsey instead.] Pleasure's mine, darling, I'd love to do it again sometime. Maybe if we're both at the event after this or something?

Until next time. I should get going though, before I do actually melt, haha!

[ Laughing a little, Eddie shakes his head, looking amused at the curtsey. ]

Yeah, man. Sounds good. Definitely don't melt. I'll see you around.

[ And, with that Eddie gives a small wave and heads his own way. ]

"I seriously regret the photo op thing." Just reminds him entirely too much of their Academy days. A time when he liked this kind of attention, being known, recognized, noticed by someone, anyone at all in the entire world in ways they could never be by their own father. Diego doesn't miss the desperate-for-attention kid he used to be at all.

Not really. Not when he's actually seeing the effort being made. This isn't the Klaus that OD'd last year, that's for sure. "You're doing pretty good so far, though." Why, yes, that is an actual compliment you're hearing. Even Diego can acknowledge the willpower this whole party is taking Number Four to make his way through.

To say the very least, Derek finds himself thinking as he nods his silent agreement. He smiles a little at the latter sentiment and nods again. "Yeah, they really are," he agrees easily enough. Sometimes for the worse, if you ask Derek, but that's not really the direction in which he cares to take the conversation, so he leaves the sentiment at that.

If Derek looks a little surprised by that, it's because he is. Even having lived in the cities, and now, here, where people are less inclined to be afraid of him, there's still some part of him that just expects discomfort from a human being who isn't entirely aware of werewolves being actual things where they come from. He knows that they're not something, at least, that Diego and Vanya were aware of back home, so he can only assume Klaus hadn't been, either. It's refreshing, though, to have someone smaller and more human than he is, say that he isn't worried about it.

"Good to know and glad to hear it," he replies, looking somehow equal parts impressed, relieved, and surprised. "I mean, I still feel it more on the full moon, but I can change whenever I want, yeah. It took a lot of years of practice; when I was a kid, I was pretty much a stereotypical monster every full moon, but yeah. At this point in my life, I get to decide. It's kind of nice being able to toggle back and forth between me and the me that's socially acceptable, at will."

Giving his brother a long-suffering sigh, Five's expression draws down with annoyance. "I didn't ask, did I? I don't want to know. I just want to go home, so...you know. Whatever," he says, frowning. Besides, time is probably incredibly fragile, now that he thinks about it, which is probably a larger part of the reason Dad never wanted him to mess with it and kept saying he wasn't ready. This conversation is probably already bending time more than it ought to; if Klaus tells him more, he's liable to straight up break it and then Number Five will never get home.

"Whatever, just something. I don't care. Peanut butter and marshmallows is always a winner," he says with a shrug. "But seriously, whatever. I just need fuel, you know? Don't make it complicated."

No, you didn't, but— It doesn't matter, he's not saying anything else on the matter or else they legitimately might fuck something up. Which is exactly why he lifts a hand, rubs across his forehead, huffs a sigh and decides he ought to focus on the actual matter at hand now: getting Five food so he can try to spatial-jump back to their homeworld. (Good luck, kid, it isn't gonna work.) Another thing he'll keep to himself and hope his brother doesn't get upset about it if he happens to find out that he knew.

“Alright, fine, let's get outta here.” Klaus drops both arms to his sides with an audible smack, jerks his head in the opposite direction then does a neat heel-turn and heads that way.

And that's fine, it's absolutely, one-hundred-percent alright with Klaus if they skip over talking about how resilient people can be. Some are, some aren't, then others are downright indestructible in a way he could never describe. Those are the ones that need to be watched closely in case they decide to put their toughness into action for less than good things.

Werewolves are supernatural beings a lot like himself and his siblings; it's different, yes, but they're all considered anomalous in a sense. He doesn't personally know what being a werewolf entails, just knows that it sounds badass and that he wouldn't mind being one rather than get stuck with mediumship. God, anything would've been better than that. Not that he'd say it aloud, considering some peoples' abilities, keeping in mind there are probably worser things.

He nods with understanding, lifts both hands, presses his fingers against his cheeks in half-surprise when Derek admits the moon still has a hand in his situation. (Does that word work? Klaus doesn't know, but it isn't being said aloud, so it should be alright.) “I mean, it makes sense? The moon has always been a thing when it came to werewolf lore,” a beat then, “Actually, considering there's one standing in front of me, I don't think that works! But you know what I'm getting at, yeah?”

“Really? That was one of the less obnoxious things.” He'll take a hundred photo ops over listening to people talk or asking him a million personal questions. At least this way, being adults, they don't have to hang around and answer everyone; they can get up and leave whenever they want. Klaus might've missed the attention a little, but honestly, he's just about in the same boat.

Definitely not. This Klaus hasn't overdosed since he left rehab the last time, which was when they'd all ended up meeting again back at the Academy. “Think so?” he asks softly, curiously, the edges of his lips quirking. “Kinda helps that I was clean a few days before coming here.”

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