radiantstory | Twilight Town Midsummer Film Festival- OPEN Kingdom Hearts RP

Twilight Town Midsummer Film Festival- OPEN Kingdom Hearts RP

School's out and the sleepy streets of Twilight Town are full and friendly, bustling with relaxed activity.
These endless days are the longest they'll be all year, so take your time and enjoy the laid-back atmosphere.

As evening finally approaches, it's hard to find an empty table at Le Grand Bistro, and the lines for ice cream stretch around the central square.
You may want to try for a take-out carton of chinese, or a pushcart hawking sweet watermelon slices, salted pretzels and buttery popcorn.

The town's mingling energy drifts toward the packed back alley movie theatre, where they'll be showing short films all evening, most of them made by amateur hopefuls- the kids in town, submitted as a final school projects. Rumor has it Scrooge McDuck is backing this festival, in hopes of inspiring young people to explore their talents. His great-nephews have submitted quite the adventure story for your entertainment!

Others are by more intrepid filmmakers with a little more experience, a garden-variety of hodgepodge with something for everybody- horror featurettes with low-budget effects yet thrilling jump scares, an ecclectic mix of documentaries, music videos, computer-rendered animations, touching little romance stories and laugh-out-loud funnies... rumor has it there's an underdog Struggle Tournament flik, poised to rival Rocky.

Will you meet up with your best friends?
Make it an unforgettable first date night?
Brush shoulders with strangers or run into old familar faces?
Or perhaps keep an eye out for enemies, rivals and lingering threats that may be lurking...

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As much as he's come to enjoy and appreciate having a heart again, Ienzo dearly misses the convenience of travel-by-corridors. The trip here by gummiship was a little nervewracking, particularly since he's been put in charge of delivering their reel, and Radiant Garden's castle has only gotten their submission together at the very last moment- working right up to deadline, as is usual these days.

It may have been a hastily cobbled-together project, but Ansem the Wise felt it important to spread knowledge about advancements in hydroponic technologies with other worlds... as well as sending his youngest ahead to scout for a new potential apprentice or two.

Ienzo has his sights set on Pence, to that end. That's the other reason why he's come here in person, a little more openly sociable than he normally tends to be.

He's left his labcoat at home, too- no need to seem unapproachably academic, or too official, although his film is likely to provoke a few lines of scientific inquiry... if it manages to captivate anyone's imaginations at all, seeing how fish and plants can be raised together in a contained eco-system.

After making breathless drop-off his reels he strolls the trolley plaza, hands tucked into his pockets, looking for a small bite to eat before settling down in the backalley theatre. He winds up eyeing a table sharing Remy's Tarte aux Fruit specialty with idle envy.

It's not just the locals getting into the spirit of things. Sora has made friends in countless different worlds, and that means this little festival has become quite the cosmopolitan gathering indeed. How could Aladdin and Jasmine possibly attend without their ride?

(Traveling through Gummi Space is..... interesting, to put it mildly. ~~And may or may not have required a bit of intervention from Genie to temporarily turn him into a Gummi Ship.~~)

Either way, Carpet has gotten drawn into helping set the festivities up by the Twilight Town volunteers. He's in charge of tying up bunches of colorful balloons to liven the plaza up, in places too high for the other volunteers to easily reach--and 'distributing' the cute cardboard visors with DIRECTOR printed on them.

Distributing, in this case, naturally means depositing them on the heads of unsuspecting festival attendees as he passes by. Ienzo may feel a breeze ruffling his hair, before he's suddenly and mercilessly behatted; if he looks up fast enough, he may even spot the culprit making good on his escape.

Carpet is barely a shadow passing overhead, but Ienzo flinches at the sudden perch of cardboard in his hair, obscuring his vision- it quickly slips lopsided, the volume of his bangs protesting almost as quickly as the volume of his voice-

"Ah, hey! What?!" He bows his head forward and to extract the novelty visor from hanging off one side of his bangs, face scrunching into a bewildered and slightly amused squint. He then scoffs a little under his breath, turning it around in his hands, smiling crookedly the moment he realizes that it's only a tacky hat.

"How very strange...." the apprentice murmurs, eyes lifting to glance around, spotting the fleeting shake of a tassel rounding the nearest building's corner. Curious, he slips after it, further down the alleyway. There's at least a few minutes to spare investigating the source of this freebie, before the festival gets started.

"Are these to keep?" Ienzo calls out loud, raising the visor in question. It doesn't exactly fit. Maybe he can get away with pass it off to a little kid.

He's mischievous enough to flee, but still a volunteer, after all. It's his job to answer questions too, right? Even if his ability to answer is rather limited. So Carpet reemerges from around the corner, probably looking even more ridiculous than Ienzo expected--to help him wear a hat without a head, one of the volunteers had "helpfully" tied a ribbon around each side, then tied the other ends under the knots anchoring his tassels to him.

It..... sort of works? It slides and bobs around a lot as Carpet moves, but it does stay on. One tassel is holding an entire stack of the tacky visors; the other twists itself into a thumbs up. That's right, they're free to keep! Have fun pranking a kid with it in turn, or more tamely gifting it instead?

He keeps the visor in hand, making no effort to return it to his head- there's just no way it'll cooperate with his forelocks, unless he perches the brim up high. Is everyone who submitted a reel supposed to keep this on, for identification purposes, or is it just a silly prop?

"Oh!" It takes a moment to register what he's seeing, exactly- Not a mascot costume for a flooring warehouse (though wouldn't that be charming?) Something that moves a little like a dusk, but far too singularly colorful with symmetrical persian rug patterns to be a Nobody.

"Hello... and thank you?" Ienzo's expression swiftly morphs from surprise to wide-eyed fascination, then slowly to recognition. "You're... not from around here in town either, are you?"

He does move like a Dusk, doesn't he? The comparison is even more apt, once he nods an eager confirmation to Ienzo's question. He brings both upper tassels together and does a brief dance in midair, swaying and shimmying and twirling with (literally) boneless, fluid grace.

Trying to evoke Agrabah's famous belly dancers is about the best he can offer, in terms of providing a concrete answer. Did you ever stop and watch a show while out and about, Ienzo?

There's a distinct tug of familiarity in the way this Carpet nods and gestures in eager affirmation, a buoyant sort of charm unmatched by even the most lively of the slithering dusks.

The way Carpet folds near the middle and wiggles on the ends seems to suggest an hourglass shape, and Ienzo's pretty sure he understands the reference.

"Ah? I think perhaps I know the place."

He can't help but smile, which he's been doing so much more of lately that it's almost overwhelming, how different it makes his face feel. How much his heart is stretching open, wide awake.

"Bet you'll enjoy the Bollywood shorts then, huh." He muses wryly.

Carpet perks up at the comment, top end tilting in silent curiosity, before bringing his tassels together to clap. Really? Ienzo knows about Agrabah? He hasn't met anyone here yet who has. How exciting! That means they're practically friends already.

Bollywood, though..... that term, he doesn't recognize. Carpet turns to stand in profile, curving into the shape of a question mark. What's he talking about?

"Ah, no?" Ienzo tips his own head in mutual confusion, a small, infectious grin curling up one side of his mouth. "I think they were showing a few earlier, back to back... bright costumes, lively musical numbers, group dancing?"

He chuckles, chattering encouraged by the carpet's curious posture, even though it's not exactly brimming with returned conversation. May as well make up for the years of imbalanced, once sided conversations back when he was the one playing selectively mute?

"Not exactly my thing, but... once of my former associates really enjoys them? He likes that they have sitar music in them, sometimes... back before Saix snapped and broke the VHS player, those silly films always seemed to be playing all the time, in the common area..."

"I don't suppose you might come along with me and help find a good spot to watch?" He proposes- as far as Ienzo can tell, no one else is around who seems to be looking for their rug to return, so... maybe it has an enchanted evening all to itself?

Oh! He did</> see those before, then. Is that what they're called? Carpet perks up at the description, nodding enthusiastically. He can't say he recognizes the name, or knows what a VCR is..... still, he can't blame this former associate for appreciating sitar music. Clearly that was a man of culture and taste.

He'd be more than happy to chatter back at Ienzo, provided with something like a little chalkboard--but in the absence of that, Carpet simply swirls around Ienzo in enthusiastic agreement. Lead on, then! And enjoy watching him sneakily stick tacky hats on other festival goers on the way, because he still has some to give out.

Ienzo ambles along toward the big projection screen, following the current of the crowds, keeping half an eye on the carpet and laughing when the tassels flourish close to his body, coat billowing. He sniffles only once from the kicked up dust, coughing into his hand.

Merlin should really take a moment to admire this particular one- since his youth, Ienzo had been familiar with so many dancing teapots, enchanted objects, but this one certainly packs an extra punch of personality.

The number of people who barely even notice themselves being crowned with director's visors is also amusing, and Ienzo keeps idle tally... Carpet would have been infinitely useful, for missions where subterfuge was of the utmost importance.

He shakes his head, shrugging his former life in the Organization from mind with momentary annoyance for just how easy it is to slip back into that way of thinking. Wow, the festival's really filling up.

"Hmm... Hey, ah, think you can help me corner a balcony seat?" He prompts hopefully, pointing up toward a higher ledge in the plaza.

Carpet points to himself, then twists into a rather odd shape--top end puffed out, with his upper corners curling forward and down to press his tassels against his sides. If Ienzo took a moment to parse it, he might realize it looks an awful lot like someone putting their hands on their hips. You could almost assume he's actually offended by the request--

Until he presses a tassel against his front, extends the other with a flourish, and sweeps into a much more obvious bow. It's a display of sheer pride, rather than upset--just who does Ienzo think he's talking to? Of course he can help him with that, that's child's play for something like him! They can be up there before any potential competitors can even climb the stairs.

Carpet flutters obligingly down to Ienzo's feet, hovering just an inch or two off the ground to ensure he doesn't get pinned down by the crowd walking over him. ~~Get in, loser, we're going film critiquing!~~

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