Opening Day! [Event One] Complete!

[Alfred F. Jones]

Sure, he'd been listening. No really, ask him what the man on the podium had just said. Okay, maybe he really wasn't listening, but the United States of America was positive none of the other nations were either, left in the large ring around the room as thousands of civilians mingled in the middle and listened to the goals. Cultural understanding, right right. That meant what the ate, right? He was good with food. Letting his mind wander, Alfred watched the (mostly Italian) citizens, unsure of how he could dedicate a whole entire year to this. He was positive he knew everyone already enough, he wasn't sure what the fuss ever was of in the first place.

When the meeting drew to a close, he silently cheered as they ushered off stage. The object of the first day wasn't really the stands - actually, only the 'non-participating' rooms were open today. Everyone was to finish set up, and early passing and line waiting could begin for the official door opening tomorrow. It made no sense, honestly, but America hopped off to find someone interesting to talk with, room already have been finished for the last two days.

*All roleplays can be whenever, this is the only time specific one to show off the whole site plot.*

[Lili Aloys]

Lili was nervous as the meeting let out, trying to make some kind of language that she knew out of the thick Italian being spoken by most of the crowd. With her somewhat heavy German accent, she couldn't speak Italian without making it sound German, so she'd given up on speaking the native language, much to others dismay as they tried to understand her English. She was small against the other people in the crowd that was getting up, and she then knew that she probably should have stayed with Vash.

She let out a lot of 'excuse me' and 'pardon me' as she tried to find her way out. All the petite girl wanted to do was to get out of the crowd so she could go up to her booth to fetch a stuffed animal for the night. She had her own room, which had enough clothing for her and all, but she was missing her favorite stuffed animal, which she guessed was hidden somewhere in the booth. She could have left it at home, but she hoped that wasn't the case. She wouldn't be able to sleep well without her favorite little stuffed lamb.

Running into something hard, she stared up. It was another country, not a citizen of Rome, so maybe he would understand her accent a bit better. Having nowhere to go for the moment, she thought about who this might be... it was America, she thought. At least, it looked like him. Her spacey expression broke as she remembered she'd forgotten to say sorry.

"Excuse me, Mr. America." she apologized with her thick accent.

[Alfred F. Jones]

The people were finally starting to thin and he was happy about that even if social because his toes had been starting to hurt in his fancy dress shoes and now he could see a little bit better through the crowd without standing on his tip toes. Alfred was ready to give his last solid push for the door when the soft weight collided into his back. Turning around quickly, he stared blankly for a moment at the smaller nation.

"Oh, hey, little girl Switzerland," America decided on, running a hand up through his hair as he tried to recall exactly who she was. When there was over 100 nations, you sort of lose track sometimes, okey? Atleast he was aware she was in Europe."It's 'ight. Where are you heading to in such a hurry? There isn't free food out there, is there?"

Alfred fixed his tie, running a thumb on the underside for the 100th time that day as he glanced off for the doors, somewhat anxious now that at his own idea there might be food out there in the great beyond. If he ever made it out of here, that is.

[Antonio Fernández Carriedo]

Antonio had to concentrate on the chatter around him, mostly Italian, along with English, and some other languages he couldn't make heads or tails of. He picked his way though the crowd, listening for familiar voices, or at least languages. Not that he couldn't understand a good amount of the Italian, as it was rather close to his own language, but it would be nice to find another country he knew.

It was a bit unnerving to be 'alone' in the seemingly never-ending sea of people. Along with the fact that with the rising level of noise around him it was getting increasingly harder to listen for the other nations.

Italian, Italian, More Italian, English, Italian, wait, didn't he know that voice? Spain backtracked a bit, pushing his way against the crowd. A grin found it's way to his face when he recognized the voice belonged to America. The brunette found his way over to the blond, it wasn't hard considering his friend's ... didn't he say it was Nantucket or something?

"Hola America!"

[Luci Bonnefoy]

Luci wandered throughout the room, looking for her big brother. She wondered where he possibly could have gone. When she realized she couldn't find him, she ended up wandering even more, lost in the sea of people.

There was lots of talking, but she couldn't really understand very much of it. She could speak a little bit of English and Italian, but not enough to fully understand either one of the languages. She picked up words here and there, but was really just looking to see if she could find anyone she knew.

There was a couple countries speaking to one another over in another part of the room. Luci reckognised one of them as America, an old friend of France's. She traipsed over to the others, soon noticing that they were countries that she was slightly unfamiliar with- Liechtenstein and Spain, weren't they? They seemed so.

"Hi!" she said cheerfully, looking at the three. Her English was spoken with some difficulty and an obvious French accent. "Some party, huh?"

Not that it was a party, per se, but then again every social event was like a party to Reúnion.

[Alfred F. Jones]

He wasn't paying much attention to the crowds anymore as it all became a babble, the food still his top priority. America had pulled an all nighter to get his stand into tip top shape even though he had been told fine tuning could be made whenever the place was closed - you couldn't really run the same exact set up all year anyways. Through his glasses, he recognized Spain first as the man greeted him.It was mostly because he remembered him and England always attempting to beat the crap out of each other and the things that stemmed from that - reaching out, he invaded Antonio's personal space for a moment as he looped an arm over his shoulders.

"'Ey! Spain!" he greeted obnoxiously only to prove he actually did remember who the tanned man was. America was ready to re-start the food interrogation when the shorted blonde approached. "And French chick! Luci!"

Well, at least he had the decency not to call her Monaco or something - which was a story for another day. He could always remember her human alias but never really exactly where she came from. Shrugging it off, he still hung from the tall Spanish man. "Yeah, I didn't expect this big of a turn out from Italy's people at all."

[alma]

The male had been standing, quietly, but now he legs were aching and he was rather uncomfortable in the large crowd, so Canada pushed closer to the door. He hadn't realized it until he saw some of the others, grouped together, that he needed to catch his breath.

Sighing, the male walked over to the small group and decided to take a "pit stop" and rest there. The blonde's mood hadn't changed much, and he was still uncomfortable, but less so then with the unfamiliar crowd.
"H-Hello..." He said, quiet as ever, "How are you all...?"

He looked up, just then realizing who he was talking to.
"Oh... It's you." He said, frowning at his brother, who had been talking to everyone else in the small group.

It was hot, especially with the large amounts of people, and talking. It made him feel really uneasy.

His clothes were still comfortable, though, he thought. He was spacing out, now, though if someone had spoken to him at that moment he would've shaken his head and said "Huh?". He realized he had been doing so, though, and blinked.

[Luci Bonnefoy]

"Oh, HEY, America!" Luci smacked Canada on the back heartily, and with a grin. Then, a look of confusion crossed her face, as she saw the actual America speaking to her. "Ohwait... you're America. Then who're you?'" she looked cluelessly over at Canada, and then back at America. Then back at Canada once more.

Luci realized that America had called her by her alias, and not by her country name. She figured that meant he forgot where she was from again. Just because she was a small country.. everyone always forgot about her! She was small in stature, too, of course, which made people forget her even more. But her energetic demeanor and positive outwaves usually reversed this effect. With a sigh, she pouted and said to America huffily, "I'm Reúnion, remember? Reúnion Island."

She loved attention, so it was hard on Luci when people forgot her. Really, it wasn't like she was that kid Canada! Wait, was that who she'd mistaken for America? She gave him another quizzical look, trying to remember.

[Wang Yao]

Yao wandered through the crowd, debating on whether or not to kick the next guy who mistook him for a girl. Normally, he didn't mind big crowds (he did have the largest population in the world, after all). However, he had been hit on at least five times in ten minutes by three different people and now he was getting a headache. Maybe if he cut his hair...no. Deciding that physical assault would be bad for the international relations he was supposed to be improving, he balled his hands into tight fists and crossed his arms, only lifting one up for a moment to tug at the collar of his suit that his boss had insisted he wear, if only for one day. He couldn't wait to get back into his more comfortable clothes.
On the bright side, the other nations had to be around there as well. At least he'd be able to find someone he knew.
Wait, who had their rooms set up?
Maybe he'd find someone who didn't make him feel the need to beat them over the head with a wok...or Shinatty....
Standing on his toes, he tried to find someone he recognized. Spotting a cluster of blonds near one corner, he fought his way over there, hoping they were the other nations.
"Over here, aru!" He called, waving at them.

[Antonio Fernández Carriedo]

By this time all of the background chatter had basically become a big blob of unrecognizable babble to him, but he could notice that the amount of people was slowly decreasing to the point that you could see a bit more in front of you without having to jump.

He was glad that there wasn’t much work left on his room, for some reason it didn’t seem very fun to have to finish it after the meeting.

The Spaniard smiled at America, glad to see people he recognized. " Ah, really? Me either, I thought that little Italia would have a decent amount of people but not this many!"

Noticing another voice, Spain turned to look at Luci. Well America called her Luci, right? She was French no doubt about that, but she doesn't seem like Francis... Oh wait! It's not good to judge people like that so I should introduce himself, right? The brunette broke out of his thoughts and realized that he had been staring blankly for a while. "Hola~" He greeted her happily, hoping that it would break the slight awkward-ness of the moment.

[Alfred F. Jones]

He glanced down at Luci, nodding blankly as she reintroduced herself again. "Yeah, French girl, that's what I said!" Alfred teased, pulling her hair softly between two fingers. He knew who she was, just needed a little kick start here and there. He'd barely even registered Canada was there, having always sort of gotten used to not noticing him till needed, and this was not one of those times. Glancing around again to check the status of the crowd remaining, America caught China from across the room.

Raising his hand high above his head, he waved back with a loud laugh. "Hey guys, I think China's trying to tell us we can get out of here now!" he informed happily, patting his stomach in anticipation as the other nations began to talk amungst themselves. "I'll see you all later at my booth, won't I? It's pretty rad, man!" Excited and full of himself, America parted what was left of the crowd and exited the hall.

The festival is now on!

Event closed; thanks to all who participated! Second, more fun event, should be up soon in the future.