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Foreign Delicacies [Closed]
Moth:
The best thing about about the Vytal Festival, in Chantou's opinion, is the way it makes cultures mesh together. From the hot deserts of Vacuo, the temperate climate of Vale, to her far-off homeland of Mistral, they all manage to come together in a fantastic exchange of ideals every time the Vytal festival comes around, providing combat academy students endless opportunities they might've never been allowed otherwise. In Chantou's case, it was the fact she actually got to travel internationally - it was hard enough to afford a ticket to Vale when moving, so to get to visit Atlas for the duration of the tournament, and watch matches live? That was something she could've never experienced otherwise. So despite the cold weather, or the racist locals, Chantou was determined to enjoy herself.
And there was no better place to do that then the tent city that gets set up every Vytal Festival, cooking delicacies from all four kingdoms for visitors to enjoy. Hell, if Chantou was lucky, she might even manage to find something from home.
So Chantou had swapped out her usual croptop for a chunky red sweater, guaranteed to keep her warm in the cold weather. Thankfully her cargo pants and work boots still worked - she didn't' have to change her outfit too mouch, other than throwing on a heavy leather jacket. With her eyes hidden under a pair of mirrored sunglasses, the young woman easily passed as human - allowing her to enjoy the festival without any prejudice.
Now all she needed to do was find somewhere to eat.
Vision:
While the Vytal festival was bond to be one of the highlights of the school year Diana couldn't stand the main attraction, the tournament. She had always been nervous about people fighting each other for sport, and having seen the disastrous consequences of the switcheroo fights she was now anxious during any match she watched. As such she had been dreading about having to attend the festival, that was until she learned that they would be in Atlas. Now that changed things. Her families finances may have improved from the poverty she grew up in, but they were certainly not to the point that she could just fly home regularly. A free ticket home, there was no way she could pass that up.
As the fights started she made sure to be there for all her teammates and close friends matches, not that they could really see her in the stands. However, once they were done she ditched the colosseum and went straight home to spend a few moments with her parents. For the occasion she was dressed up a bit more than most people around her. She was wearing a short sleeved purple dress that matched her eyes, with woollen stockings as well as the fire dust choker her father had given her to help with the climate, it was also one of the rare times she had put some effort into the little makeup she wore. Although reluctant to do so she also wore a holster with her weapon on her hip.
Unfortunately she couldn't stay there too long as she wanted to support some friends in their fights later that day, so after an hour or two she made her way back to the tournament. On her way back she passed by the tents that serviced the festival, realising that she hadn't actually eaten anything that day she decided to stop and find something to eat.
MonsterManic:
If Mr. Royale had told him he'd be coming back to Atlas of his own will before, he'd have called him crazy. Now look at himself.
For someone who'd spent years in the wild evading Atlesian authority for a living, it was the strangest feeling to be wandering in amongst the same people without having to either run for his life or defend himself. Still, Yu was no stranger to the "hospitality" of the Atlesian community, so despite it being a multi-cultural event he still wore a surgical mask to cover his nose and whiskers, passing himself off as ill if questioned.
Even with his precautionary measures he was still far from inconspicuous; with his shabby and patched-up clothing he would have fit perfectly on the streets of some run-down alley, and no doubt attracted more than a few wary glances. Some were far from stealthy, but Yu chose to be oblivious to the more piercing glares. After weaving in and out of the maze of tents that had been erected in the Amity Colosseum, the offensive atmosphere eventually got to him. Without much in the way of Lien to spend, he just decided to rest in one of the open seats near a food-selling booth. Maybe take a nap without being "escorted" off the premises for once.
Moth:
A Mistralian Seafood and Noodle Booth? Oh fuck yeah!
There's a rare self-satisfied smirk to Chantou's face at her find, plopping herself onto a table in front of a large booth. Even if she'd been in Vale for only a short time, she'd definitely been homesick for good, real Mistralian streetfood - and if the smell from this place was anything to go by, she'd definitely found the motherload. Chantou waves down a waiter from inside, exchanging a few quick words, before the waiter hands a small paper menu - making Chantou's smile only grow wider.
After flicking glancing down the list and mentally settling on a choice - mostly various seafood dishes and a couple of types of dumplings, but they had one of her favorite fried octopus dishes from back home - Chantou places the menu back on the counter and glances around at the booth's other customers. There's a couple of random Atlesians looking squeamish as they poke their dishes, a student who looks like they just got out of a match, hair still smoking and everything, and- in a table a little ways off, a small dude in shabby clothing wearing- is that a surgical mask?
Chantou stares for another moment or two, though he wouldn't be able to tell with her gaze still hidden behind her sunglasses. After a brief internal debate she gives a silent sight to herself, before standing up- and crossing over to the smaller man, sliding into the seat next to him while placing the menu down front of him. "Your mask is crooked, dude- watch the whiskers on the left side."
Vision:
Strolling through the various food stands, Diana was trying to figure out what she was in the mood for. Not wanting to eat the same as they had at Beacon she avoided any stands from Vale, and similarly avoided any food from Atlas simply because she wanted to save that for meals with her family. She had basically no experience with cuisine from Vacuo, it hadn't been too popular in Atlas considering the countries history with each other, and while she kept telling herself she would try it she usually wasn't in the mood for something completely unknown and today was no exception. So she tried to find something from Mistral. Finally deciding on a slightly smaller one that was out of the way and seemed to have a table or two free.
As she approached, she saw a woman in a leather jacket leave a booth to join another one, while her clothes were different her appearance was still unique enough that Diana felt fairly sure that she had seen her at Beacon before, though she wasn't completely sure and it wasn't like they had ever talked.
Glad to avoid sitting at the bar Diana was happy to take over the abandoned booth and started looking through the menu. As she started to look at the sushi selection she noticed a case for glasses still on the table. She was just about to pick it up and give it to the woman who had just left before it occurred to her that she may not have meant to leave the booth entierly, maybe she just wanted a quick word with whomever she was speaking to. Unsure of what to do she tried to keep an eye on her just to be sure of what was happening.
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