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[b]Thaum: Town Square[/b]
Five... sacks... of... potatoes.

Moira was just about to make a protest about how this man must have had one too many blows to the head in his lifetime if he thought that was a prize worth bothering with - hell, couldn't it have been at least something alcoholic? Or something she could sell for a tidy profit? But before she could, Lucien was already signing her up for it.

Syed's head whipped around to his friend with a betrayed expression, but before he knew it the intimidating man was upon them all. He stiffened when he was pretty much [i]mauled[/i], the man even giving him a sniff. A sniff! Syed held his head back in horror at his personal space being invaded so absolutely by a complete stranger, and before he knew it he had electrified himself in self-defense. Luckily, the man had already moved on by then.

Yep, this guy's head had definately been knocked more than it should have been. The bloke was bonkers.

[i]"Actually she's the one who wants to compete!"[/i] Lucien cowered behind Moira, laughing nervously. Well, it seemed that all of the guys were a bit shaken by that. But of course, Moira on the other hand...

"Yeah, you got a problem with that?!" she stomped a foot forward, thumbing towards herself. Well, it turned out that actually he didn't. After a brief exchange of pleasantries and a [i]very[/i] firm handshake, they got down to business. Moira, fully aware of the attention Jeff was giving her, shifted her weight a little with a smirk. The man was no Harrison in the facial features department - hell, he wasn't even in the same league. But she wasn't picky, she was going to enjoy the attention anyway.

Syed froze in the middle of trying and failing to subtley sniff his armpit, Jeff's actions earlier making him somewhat paranoid that he might smell. "Wait, what?! Groups?!"

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[b]Thaum: Colliseum[/b]
Well, the colliseum was certaintly grand, a massive structure of stone. Moira found herself looking around herself in amazement, absorbing the noise and the crowds and the chaos. Guys with massive swords, ones which put her own greatsword to shame?! Trauma Road?! The smell of blood and sweat and adrenaline?!

She picked the wrong career.

[i]"Jeff! We're in need of just one more team."[/i]

[i]"I think I have 'em right here, Greg!"[/i]

"HELL YEAH! Sign us up!" Moira bellowed, pumping her fist. "We defeated like, this demon god thing once you know. Punched him right back where he came from. Bam! Just you wait til you see me in action," she added, pouting a little at Jeff. Oh dear.

Syed pushed the balls of his hands into his eye sockets for a moment in exasperation. Why couldn't they just watch or tour the place like normal people?! At least unlike him the others should get a choice in the matter, so there was that. "What size do the teams need to be?" he asked, before lowering his hands again and looking anything but enthusiastic. "And who's up for it, I guess..." He grimaced slightly, his gaze flicking to each member of the group.

"We need a team name," Moira pondered as she turned and began to stride towards the registration table. Welp. Someone wasn't listening again. "I'm shit at that sort of thing, what do you lot think?"