[h3]Collab Between [@BCTheEntity] (Jack Valent) and [@LemonZest1337] (Bridget Blackburn)[/h3]
In the end, Jack never figured out if Myles and Luka got their breakfasts. It'd be a shame if they didn't, but even if they hadn't, he hoped they managed to pick up some food from the festival, or somewhere else. Maybe they could save the bacon and eggs for later? The pancakes could just be refridgerated and microwaved, for sure, but nonetheless, they'd be good to eat later on. Maybe not the cooked food so much, but you never knew. He'd let Gemina handle that; she was an expert in creating food and forcing it to taste good, even when it shouldn't.

They drove up to the festival, with Bridget taking up a lot of the van, naturally. Aside from being ten feet tall, she also had very wide... uh, wings. Yeah, definitely wings. Well, [i]also[/i] wings, but there was no need to elaborate more on that. Focus on Myles instead. Yeah, Myles, what a guy. He claimed he looked like a cancer patient, sure, but he was perfectly fit. More than, even, with how flexible he managed to be, and very popular with a lot of people for his Snapgram images. When they said he was pretty... well, they weren't wrong. Wait, crap, he was doing it again. Luka, Luka, yes, Luka was nice to look at. He'd dressed very well indeed for this event, in a way that really showed his figure off- GAH. Why did he always do this? Killer Queen, Killer Queen was nice and fuzzy. Cats were nice, especially when they could properly communicate what they wanted.

...wow, where had the time gone? They were already there? He had to pay more attention to his surroundings, really. And what surroundings, so bright and colourful, with a lot of people in costume - or out of costume, so to speak. There were some very skilled artists out that day, apparently. Viorel offered them instructions and what seemed to be a joke, followed up by Angelica offering her own instructions, more direct, but less concise. She was very forceful when she wanted to be, of course, but not so charismatic. He was pretty sure he wasn't a shitstain, after all. Bit rude of her, though he understood that maybe there was a bit of pressure to be nice to people.

Speaking of, hey, Nilin, Foster and Harper had arrived. He'd been wondering where Nilin was, a little bit, but it looked like she'd been driven up by Foster and Harper after all. He didn't know which one was in control of their shared body from just a cursory glance, of course, hence "Foster and Harper", but whoever was out, both he and Nilin seemed in high spirits. Had they finally managed to get their date on? That'd be swell if they had, honestly. He'd just leave them to it, he figured... in that case, should he buddy up with somebody else? He spied Jensen heading off on his own, so that was always an option, but he figured pairing up would give him people to chat with between fan talks. Decisions, decisions...

Bridget squeezed herself out of the van grunting as she needed to apply a little bit of force to get out of the door. She hated driving, mostly because a large amount of them aren't designed to take someone of her proportion. As both her feet finally made contact with the pavement she let out a quiet sigh of relief, stretching out her arms and wings. [color=salmon][i]I hate cars...[/i][/color] she though to herself as she took a brief moment to look around. There were people here of all shapes, sizes and colours, Bridget wasn't at all surprised to see some imitators among the crowd. Though her sight see was interrupted by Viorel and Angelica. Bridget was a little confused as she could have sworn Viorel just tried to make a joke, she didn't know why this disturbed her so much but she tried not to dwell on it.

Then as to be expected Angelica was tactless as usual but her message was clear. Bridget rolled her eyes when Angelica addressed her specifically. Of coarse Bridget would take photos and behave, what did Angelica take her for? Some kind of bitch or something? Angelica's "pep talk" couldn't have finished sooner, Bridget just wanted to get away from everyone. Some because she didn't care for them, others she found annoying and others she didn't feel comfortable around. She really wanted to get along with some of them at least, but it was hard. She looked over everyone trying to pick out someone she could be bothered to try and get to know.

You had Myles there, she did admire his courage for posting pics on snapgram, but Bridget couldn't help feel anxious around him. He was cute, though she didn't know if he'd cope well with all the attention being close to her would bring. Chloe was a no, sorry not sorry Chloe. Harper and Foster were strange, Harper was pretty annoying actually so that was a no on the dynamic duo. Nilin was pretty nice, but being around her could cause some nasty complications. Luka was too small and adorable, she might step on him accidentally. Jensen was... Already leaving, cross him off the list too. Stirling was just a little strange so she'd leave getting to know him for later. Then there was Jack, he seemed alright, wasn't bad looking either. But he was sooooo boring! Talking to him is like reading a history book, though he still doesn't hold a candle to Viorel. Maybe she could pick Jack, they were at a festival after all, it's not like he could make that boring? Could he? Only one way to find out.

Bridget didn't know how to go about getting his attention though, and she couldn't just ask him to go with her. That'd be showing weakness and Bridget can't be doing that. She'd make him ask her, or at least initiate the conversation, yes that was it! Bridget took a moment to look around, then with a little turn she bumped her tail into Jack gently, just enough to get his attention.

A bump against Jack's leg, just firm enough to have him stumble a little before righting himself, pulled him out of his internal world of considering who to buddy up with. Turning to face the source of the bump, he found Bridget, studiously not paying any attention to him. He'd only known her for a week or so, and he still wasn't quite sure what to make of her... then again, if they were to become friends at some point in the near future, he'd want to get to know her somehow, right? So why not now?

'Bridget,' he asked, trying to draw her attention, 'it looks like everyone's off doing their own thing for now. Would you mind if I went with you to go talk to people? I just reckon, you're famous enough that people will flock to you, but if people see you and are rude about it, then I'm there to say "actually, she's a cool lady", right? Well, not "say", but show that that's the case. I might need to say that, actually, if they say it to your face, but if they're doing that, you could say it yourself, too. But we could also both say it, is my point. We can meet some cool people around, you know, and chat about things and whatnot.'

Bridget smirked as her plan worked, Jack had initiated the conversation. Bridget then realized this was Jack and him starting the conversation might last for ten minutes. He was like the king of rambling, Bridget didn't know how he was so good at it. At least he said he'd stick up for her, though if someone insulted her she'd like to deal with them personally. Actually it might be better if Jack handled it... Bridget knew she'd probably overreact and get into trouble...

[color=salmon]"Yeah, meeting some people and chatting sounds grand."[/color] There wasn't much enthusiasm in Bridget's voice. [color=salmon]"And I don't need you to stick up for me, I've dealt with criticism and insults before."[/color] Bridget then turned and started to walk off, it was pretty clear she expected Jack to follow her.

'Well, I'm just making the offer,' Jack mentioned congenially, treading lightly after Bridget as she began wandering off. 'If you'd rather I didn't, that's fine. Like I said, you're clearly capable of handling yourself. Speaking of which,' he asked as they hit the crowd proper, for what it was given how they either split or converged as the duo moved about, 'how was life as a childhood celebrity? Was it really great, or did you have adults trying to control everything you did or something? I know a lot of child celebrities do get that, to the extent that all the pressure really damages them later on in life, you know how it goes with most. But then, you aren't most, and I bet they wouldn't have been able to force you to do anything you didn't want.'

Bridget's tail twitched a little as Jack asked about her childhood, though it was hard to hear him over the sounds of the festival. She continued walking towards the many food stalls as she answered Jack. [color=salmon]"My childhood was fine, only thing that was different for me is that I was home schooled and a lot of other people are home schooled. That and I was six foot three at 9 years old..."[/color] She didn't sounds so proud of that last part, her volume dropping substantially as she said it.

The pair would eventually make it to the food stand area, and god did it smell good. Being that bit taller than everyone else meant the smells had un-impeded access to Bridget's nose with no people smell to get in the way. Bridget very much wanted to get right into eating, but she remembered that they needed to suck up to the public. So that meant food had to wait, and it was time for photos and autographs. She sighed internally and looked down at the crowd before putting on a smile. [color=salmon]"Photos anyone?"[/color] She said to the many waiting fans. There was a cheer from the crowd as a Bridget cosplayer stepped forward, and Bridget had to admit she was impressed. This girl was dam near identical to her, only off details were the hips, face and tail length. But aside from that Bridget was amazed, or creeped out, she couldn't decide yet. The flood of photos was about to begin.