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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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The man turns his wrist a little and Five gets a better look. It's a match to the one he has on his own. Looking up at him, Five can't put his finger on it right away, but if he had to guess just based on the costume, he would guess Number Four. He can't imagine Numbers One, Two, or Six dressing in something that attention-grabbing and Number Four is always doing something he shouldn't be to try to get everyone's attention; or anyone's attention, for that matter. Not that Five blames him. There's not much of that to go around in the Hargreeves household, after all.

For a moment, he's just quiet, watching the other man warily as he approaches and crouches in front of him. He'd say it could just be a fan, but he knows better. They hide the tattoos under their sleeves. Those aren't for the world's consumption. He looks back up from his failing hands when the other man reaches for the mask and then snatches his hand away again suddenly. That question...

His eyes narrow a little again. "I'm thirteen. ...Number Four...? Is that you under all that shit?" he asks, referring to the makeup.

Weeding out which sibling he is shouldn't be difficult at all since Five knows them; they've all lived together long enough, Klaus's usual theatrics are easy to discern. Please don't judge him too much, dressing up is fun and he likes having a good time, regardless of the fact it's less so without alcohol. He's gonna survive, though. (And he'll make it just fine.)

Funny how holey his costume is and yet it does still cover his arms in all the right places. Discreetly hiding the tattoo on his left wrist unless his arm twists a certain way is for sure one of those intentional spots. Poor Five and his failing spatial-jumping; Klaus doesn't blame him for wanting to keep trying, it's what he'd do in the same situation. He holds Five's gaze a long moment, considering, wondering if admitting that's correct will mess up anything timeline-wise.

Does it honestly matter? Maybe, but he shrugs, upturns tattooed palms and chuckles in spite of himself. “Got it in one, kiddo.”

"Shit..." Five says again, only this time it's a little more surprised sounding than resigned or upset. "You got old." He's easily closest with Number Seven, but he likes to think that he's also more aligned with Four and Six than, say, the three amigos who actually have their father's attention most of the time. It's...uncomfortable(?) seeing Number Four all grown up and just as attention-grabbing as ever with new tattoos and weirdly well-manicured facial hair. When Five looks, though, he can see his brother hiding behind the eyes. The eyes don't change, even all these years later.

Scrubbing his face with both hands, momentarily sobered by the confirmation of the other man's identity, Five sighs and pushes himself to his feet again, this time feeling more steady on them. "I don't know when I was before...but it was bleak..."

And scary, but he's not willing to admit that. Not by a longshot.

“H-Hey!” he exclaims through a laugh, curling his hand into a fist and almost reaching to playfully knock Five in the shoulder, but he hesitates at the last second. There very well could be a chance Five's still nervous, not quite sure he believes what he's being told, which means Klaus shouldn't make it any worse. So, with tentative reluctance (because he's not old!), the hand withdraws, his fingers loosening as it falls back to his side. And there's no mistaking it, the way he droops like a kicked puppy is totally, one-hundred-percent Klaus, too.

He follows suit, straightens from his hunched position then brushes his hands off, stops midway through at the mention of wherever Five had been being bleak of all things. Shit, he's talking about the apocalypse. No, they can't mention that without messing something up; best to avoid it anyhow or else Five might get more agitated. “Who knows?” Klaus questions gently. Soft, easy-going, like he doesn't know exactly what's being considered and what Five ends up witnessing there.

“But at least you won't have to worry about it here.”

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?"

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...?”

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.