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[h2][color=lime]Walter Ozwyrd[/color][/h2][/center]
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Day 1 [color=gold]◈[/color] [color=lime]Time:[/color] Dusk/Evening (Before The Ball) [color=gold]◈[/color] [color=lime]Weather:[/color] Light Rain [color=gold]◈[/color][color=lime]Location:[/color] Harold's Academy, Main Ballroom 
[color=gold]◈[/color] [color=lime]Participants:[/color] Walter Ozwyrd[@A Lowly Wretch], Myrion Stevar [@Teyao][/center]
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Just as he was making his way over to set himself up a shadow cast itself over him, a person interposing themself between him and his destination. He looked up to see the humorless bespectacled face of what he could only assume was an illuminaire staring down at him.

[color=lime]"Weeeeeeeeeell... You see..."[/color] He stalled for time, his brain quickly sorting through excuses, discarding bad ones until something shuffled to the forefront. [i]Curses! Humorless authoritarians stifle the free market once again.[/i] He swore internally, his face masking his internal turmoil with a nervous smile.

[color=lime]"Tessa made'a strong case for us t' show and she'd be [u]super[/u] disappointed if we didn't. Trust me, if it were up 'ta me I'd be back in the dorms studyin' for class instead of out here, studyin' for class but in style."[/color] He explained. He couldn't count on this guy letting him off however, fellow seemed like a bit of a control freak given how he was buzzing about the floor just a bit ago, more in Walter's peripheral vision prior but it was drawn to the mind's forefront now. He stared back, gauging the guy's internal workings like he was a tall clock.

[color=lime]"If you think this ol' setup will disrupt things don't you worry! I'll be like a piece of gum under the table and stick out of sight. Positive-a-ly harmless! Guaranteed!"[/color] Selling his case he started backing up hoping the guy wouldn't press the issue much further.

It was at that moment he had an epiphany. Like the devilish Grunch plotting it's sinister deeds his smile widened into a devilish grin.

[color=lime]"Of course if I [i]weren't[/i] allowed t' set up any tables here I could always just abandon the poor thing outside and just do what all the cool kids do: hang around the punch bowl and champaign towers. Nothing in the rules says there's no standing there is there?"[/color] He suggested, fully aware that while not outright stating it there was a definite subtext that he'd be plying his trade over at the drinks station, taking tips for concoctions made straight from catering's stuff instead of his own rain water.

[color=lime]"Real shame about leavin' my stand out but guess m' hands are tied."[/color] He feigned defeat and turned, giving a mock shrug. It was pure genius: either the guy lets him run his stand or else he drives up the risk of Walter spiking the punch bowl tenfold. It was an old catch twenty two, and not just the kind where you catch a twenty two inch snapper to sell at the fish market.