[h2][b][center][color=magenta]Taryn Reaves[/color] & [color=66946b]Thomas Fischer[/color][/center][/b][/h2] [color=808080] [hr] Everyone in the crowd seemed to have eyes on them while Jewel, the mayor's assistant, was making her speech. People seemed conflicted on who they wanted to look at. The famous funnel cake that was at the festival each year was finally at the festival and people’s eyes were hungry. “[color=66946b]Everyone needs to move!!![/color]” Tommy’s voice projected without issue and that started to get people’s attention to move while he gestured for an officer's help. Him and another officer removed the barricades from the festival border to begin allowing Taryn to drive the truck. Wanting to move the vessel safely through the crowd, he put his arms around wide and this seemed to get people’s attention to back up. One officer was helping him. “[color=66946b]Please move so no accidents happen!!![/color]” The man kept his voice loud and his tone strict so people knew he was serious. Somewhat of an authority form of tone that caught people’s attention. This allowed for the majority of the crowd to move while he was about five to six feet in front of the truck Taryn was handling. Taryn was in her element. Smiling faces and bright sun. She kept the wheels in their lowest gear, easing off the clutch pedal daintily and letting the entire truck and trailer creep along on its own without any other input. Tommy appeared to have come alive as well though she and Martha had regarded him strangely in his wet clothes when he first approached. However, there wasn’t much time to unravel that mystery as it seemed they had arrived literally, [i]just in time[/i]. As the crowd parted for Tommy, she waved out the window with one hand while Martha waved from the other. Martha was clearly ecstatic having been elevated from roadside breakdown to VIP arrival in less than an hour. Her fortunes had been completely reversed. “Doesn’t this have one of those loud horns?” Martha asked, exuberant. “[color=magenta]You mean this?[/color] Taryn gave the overhead cable a yank and the air horns popped off a short, bursting note like a freight train that could almost be felt as much as heard. “Yes! can I try it?” Taryn shrugged and waved her hand. “[color=magenta]Go for it![/color] Martha reached overhead and pulled gently at first, not hard enough to trigger the switch. “[color=magenta]Martha, you gotta pull it![/color] Taryn laughed. To which she did and belted out a long note followed by a second in quick succession. Taryn could see the point was being made and several of the mayor’s assembly visibly flinched as they got closer. “[color=magenta]Okay-okay, that’s probably enough.[/color]” They were both laughing. “I’ve always wanted to do that.” Martha howled. The explosive and energetic noise behind him was not something he was expecting and a slight movement of his shoulders went up while his head went down a little. The blast of the horn could be felt on his back and he chuckled while looking over his shoulder at the two in the giant truck. As the horn went off once again and he could see Martha was the one pulling it and she looked ecstatic from his position. It seemed to cause many people to jump and skedaddle out of the way of the big truck. The noise was causing the crowd to stir and pay attention to what was happening. People began to chit-chat which caused a wave of chatter to happen amongst the crowd. Everyone was excited that funnel cake was finally here! “[color=66946b]Aah know y'all are excited but ya have to back up![/color]” The man continued to use his outdoor voice while guiding people to make enough room for the truck. Where Taryn pulled up to on the east side allowed them to have a short travel through the crowd and Tommy found himself quickly placed into a blank space with chalk mark letters on the concrete spelling out [i]funnel cake[/i] which was where the funnel cake was supposed to be. Facing towards Taryn, he waved her on and pointed to the spot, “[color=66946b]It doesn't have to be perfect. Just has to be en this spot 'n somewhat around it![/color]” Tommy said while walking backwards to the farthest point of the plot and watching as people continued to move around the truck and let it through. It was quickly apparent that there were just as many people following closely behind the trailer as there were people moving out of the way for the tractor. The small area meant for Martha’s truck and the few portable chairs and tables she brought along wasn’t going to accommodate a full-length semi. The bustle of the crowd was getting louder and closer as Taryn finally came to a stop as the air-brakes hissed again. There was no room for her to back up and even less for her to separate the trailer and unload. It was like being in a small room, quickly filling with water and she had to yell at Tommy over the excitement. “[color=magenta]Tommy! I’m not gonna fit in that spot![/color]” She shouted down from the cab. “[color=magenta]This is it, this is where we’re at![/color]”. She turned to Martha, “[color=magenta]You can still cook from up here right?[/color]” Martha shifted in her seat a bit, looking back through the side mirror. “I mean I should, it’s just going to be a step up for people.” “[color=magenta]I can let the trailer down a little bit and we’ll find you some steps.[/color]” She turned and threw her door open, almost catching Tommy with it before she spoke again, completely unphased with having nearly clobbered him. She waited for him to recover, but stayed on the step to the cab so she would continue to be taller. Someone shouted her name and whistled so she blew a kiss in no particular direction which drew an even bigger response. “[color=magenta]I’m gonna drop the deck a little bit,[/color]” She said, referring to the already low ride height of the [url=https://www.royaltyspeed.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/11/rgn-trailer-attached-to-truck.webp]trailer[/url] and squinting a bit in the bright sunlight. “[color=magenta]She’s gonna start cooking right now. Just get some steps so people don’t trip, ya know?”[/color] She cocked her head a little and finally regarded him closely. “[color=magenta]And why are you soaking wet?[/color] What else could one do when those words from Taryn rang out. He wasn’t surprised that she couldn’t fit but he tried his best to guide her as much into the festival as he could. Shrugging his shoulders, he smiled, “[color=66946b]It will have to do,[/color]” Was the given words while he moved out of the way of Taryn’s door. Almost got him. The man looked up to the woman with his hands on his hips while she ordered him around. “[color=66946b]Alright sass. Aah'll git the steps once aah help Martha out of the truck[/color]” That first part was said in such a way that rang playful. He gave Taryn another smile before walking around and helping Martha down from the truck and getting her on solid ground. She was appreciative and he decided that he would go find some steps. Coming back around and raising a brow at the girl still proving to be tall on the step of the truck, “[color=66946b]Ya would have loved it. Aah was en the dunk tank, ya just missed it,[/color]” Tommy chuckled at giving this information to the younger woman. Knowing Taryn she would have kept throwing and throwing. It would have been torture but she would have at least enjoyed it. That was when he began to make his way back over to his work vehicle on the west side of the festival because he knew he had extra supplies in there. He most likely had steps or something. [hr] [b]Collab[/b] [@Pilatus] [/color]