[u][b]Percival[/b][/u]
[b]Location:[/b] Winter Festival
[b]Mentions:[/b] None
[b]Interactions:[/b] Open

Percival waited in the line, which was slowly inching forward. He stuck a pair of earbuds into his floppy ears and went back to thinking about nothing in particular. He was sandwiched between two other animals he didn’t recognize, but they were both taller than him. Occasionally, he was unexpectedly jostled forward, but eventually, he finally made it to the front. The goat would then order a sugary, caffeinated drink that looked far too large for him to consume. By the time he was walking to where he thought Fenzi’s open-mic club tent was, he was in the process of making a pretty good dent in it.

Meanwhile, Fenzi had found her booth without a hitch. She fist-bumped one of the club members, a red squirrel, who was seated at the front. The rabbit then focused her attention on a stack of flyers to hand out to passersby. They were currently resting on her keyboard, so she grabbed them and skimmed over their message. Unfortunately, the flyers were printed on a light yellow paper that she thought looked butt-ugly, but there wasn’t anything she could do about it. 

When she looked up again, Fenzi was face to face with Perci. Though she was a bit irritated with him, she really felt no need to continue any argument. She handed the goat half of the stack of papers and he took them, a bit perplexed. 

“Could you hand these out? Thanks,” Fenzi requested.

Perci took the flyers and nodded, not verbally answering because he had a straw shoved between his lips and a mouthful of coffee. He honestly didn’t want to go around and talk to strangers, but at the same time, he could feel a tense atmosphere while around Fenzi. Whatever. He was still too sleepy to care too much. The caffeine hadn’t kicked in yet. Plus, it'd get her off his back. With the papers tucked beneath his arm, he turned the corner and trotted off.

[u][b]Zelda[/b][/u]
[b]Location:[/b] Winter Festival
[b]Mentions:[/b] Zaina, [@Argetlam350]

Zelda finally got to the front of the line and paid admission. She felt much better around the joyous atmosphere of the festival; it was a nice change of pace from the chaos of the black market. Puffing out her feathers from the morning chill, she began to make her way down the rows of booths and games. Many were still being set up, but we're still interesting to look at nonetheless. She passed a tired-looking goat handing out flyers- curious, she picked one up.

The flyer was about a school club. Zelda, not being a student, wouldn't really be able to join. A club sounded fun- college sounded fun, but she couldn't do that right now… Though, something else on the page caught her eye. There was a concert this afternoon hosted by them in collaboration with the music club! She would like to stick around and watch that- the sudden sounds of animals hooting and hollering grabbed her attention. Zelda, now very curious, took in the scene of a group of larger animals crowding a table in a booth. She took a few steps forward, just in time to catch the scene of Zaina winning an arm wrestle against a grizzly. Impressive. 

“I’ll try!” Zelda squawked while raising her taloned hand. Her tone was cheery and she approached the Hyena.