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@FifthHouse Looks good, accepted!
@FifthHouse Hey there. The sheet's mostly okay, but we'd appreciate a bit more detail on the history. The rest of the sheet's fine, but we did ask for a few paragraphs when it came to getting the history section written out, and that's a fairly important requirement.

Thanks!
@Raylah Accepted! Move her over to the character tab whenever you're ready.
The Town







Of course, even in the middle of a weekday Kayla wasn't the only person wandering the festival - a whole host of individuals could be seen exploring the market. Not far from the food kiosks, a woman laughed cheerfully from a stall practically drowning in colourful flowers and smelling of several dozen spices at once, while the blue-haired young woman she was serving stood with a polite - if faintly embarrassed - smile as she pulled out her purse, glancing around as if looking for someone.

Happy barks could be heard from the slightly stubby form of a dog being walked by a man with arms completely covered with tattoos, whose wide grin and cheerful greetings to those he passed seemed to match his dog's enthusiastic friendliness. The occasional passerby seemed to have very little choice but to stop and oblige the canine's unrelenting quest for pets, but most of them seemed happy enough about the distraction.

Towards the edge of the festival, the stalls began to thin out, giving way to Drumvar's usual storefronts. In the alley beside Charlie's, the man himself stood, smoke rising into the air from the cigarette in his hand as he enjoyed a quick break after the lunchtime rush. In the cafe itself, a smartly-dressed man sat alone, looking over something or other on his laptop as the employees cleared the tables around him. Outside the festival's boundaries, it seemed life simply went on as always, the daily routine continuing in a way that wouldn't be shaken by the yearly arrival of a few stalls.
Kayla Johnston


𝒯𝓊𝑒𝓈𝒹𝒶𝓎, 𝟣𝟫𝓉𝒽 𝒮𝑒𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇 | 𝟤𝓅𝓂 | 𝒯𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝒞𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓇𝑒


Wrapped up warmly against the cold autumn air, Kayla had found herself wandering the festival stalls mostly on a whim. It wasn't too busy, of course; most people were working around now, whereas her shift didn't start for another few hours. None of it was especially refined or professional, but that was the point of all this, really. A community thing, where people could break out whatever crafts, personal projects, and home-cooked treats they'd been working on.

There were the regulars, the stalls that showed up year-in year-out with the same products, be they produce, homemade pottery, or the sweet stall that had provided her the bag of pick-and-mix she'd been snacking on as she wandered. And then there were the stalls that seemed to change every year, at least from the last couple times she'd been to the festival. Those were where she'd ended up wandering, her smile lazily content as she browsed over knitted scarves and homemade soaps.

She'd always enjoyed writing about the festival, although it'd be a while before she really got the chance to put an article together. Usually she'd wait until it was almost over before she bothered, for the sake of both having time to write it up and not accidentally sabotaging anyone with a bad review. Even if her blog was anonymous, bad blood wasn't something she wanted to cause, and most of the stuff looked fairly good. It took a good half-hour of wandering before she decided to sit down at the cafeteria - or rather, what passed for one. Really, it was just a series of food kiosks, set up near a collection of outdoor tables.

Most of the food was admittedly kind of overpriced, and the drinks definitely were, although they weren't really an issue for her anyway. Considering the temperatures, the convenience of not needing to wander off and find a cafe to get her hands on something warm kind of helped with her enthusiasm anyway. The setup was at least comfy enough for her to sit around for a little while, too. Relatively sheltered from the bone-chilling wind that the day had brought, with only the occasional gust passing through to remind her how lucky it was she'd decided to bring a heavy jacket.

After a slightly sceptical glance over a couple of the stalls, she ordered a hot chocolate and took a seat, watching the world go by as she slowly finished her drink. It was pretty interesting, just sitting around to watch people go about their business, although thinking about it in those terms did make it seem slightly weirder than it was. There was a face or two she recognised going to and fro - she spotted Andrew, one of her regulars, at the bottle bar; his sister would no doubt be somewhere around here too.

Of course, the people she recognised were inevitably outnumbered by those she didn't, even as she tried to keep track of the familiar faces passing by. Knowing everyone in a town as decently-sized as Drumvar was pretty much impossible, far as she cared to find out. It was bad enough trying to keep track of everyone that visited the bar, never mind anything else.

Soon enough she'd be on her way again, anyway. There were a couple hours before she'd have to head back to her apartment and get ready for work, and there was no reason not to at least try and make the most of them. Couldn't just sit around watching people forever, after all.






𝒯𝒾𝓂𝑒𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑒


Current week: Monday 18th - Sunday 22nd September

Will be updated as time passes.

𝒞𝓊𝓇𝓇𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝐸𝓋𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓈


Thursday 19th - Sunday 22nd September: Harvest Festival

𝒰𝓅𝒸𝑜𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝐸𝓋𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓈


Saturday 28th September: Drumvar Highland Games
@baraquiel Schooling in Scotland is generally as follows: Optional nursery up to age 4-5, Primary school for 7 years (ages 5-12), then Secondary school for 4-6 years (ages 12-16/17/18, depending on when you choose to leave). Generally each level of schooling is a separate building, although sometimes you'll get these levels all in the one building. They're never going to be in the same building as a college or university, though.

As for university and college, they're separate things. Generally entry requirements for colleges are lower, requiring National 5/GCSE level qualifications whereas university courses are likely to require Higher passes. You also have to pay tuition to attend university, although Scottish citizens can have their tuition paid by the government while students coming from abroad would have to pay their own fees.

There's several other differences between the two as well, but that's the basic gist of it.
@alexfangtalon@Discontent@Fabricant451@baraquiel Checking to see if you guys that expressed interest are still planning on making characters or not. If you are, then just give me a heads up so I know you're working on it.

And on that note, if anyone already accepted wants to make a second character then I'd also appreciate it if you let me know.
@mercenarius Hey! Most of that's fine, there's just one thing we'd like changing if that's alright.

'Unable to fluently speak the local language and without a steady source of income, Annest decided that her best course of action was to head back to the UK.'

Long story short, English is required schooling in Germany, and you wouldn't struggle to find people who spoke it in Berlin. Not having a steady source of income is still a good enough reason to head home, so if you just remove the part about not speaking the language from the start of that sentence it'll be fine.

Once that's done, you're accepted!
@Hippo Looks good, accepted!

And to everyone else: Snag's right on the character limit & possibility of second characters later. Thanks to the nature of the RP, I'm not going to be looking at a solid player limit unless the roster reaches ridiculous levels.
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