Fair-Ground Performance.

The duo appear on the outskirts of a large fairground? They both look in awe at the absolutely enormous amount of people present, Reima is wearing his Absolver wear without the jacket, his sandals and shorts don't look that conspicuous when compared to the various rediculous outfits worn by many of the people here... Ciri was wearing a beige long sleeved jumper with black pants that are held up by her jewelled belt, Reima more often than not found himself unconciously glances at her tight... Ahem, assets.

They don't get much time to stare at the carnival as they're interrupted by an almost glassy eyed old man who stumbles over to them.

"Ah, no, call me, err... Roberts?" he questions, somehow confused at his own name?

"These grounds are mine and as per our agreement... I think? Everyone needs to pay to access these grounds." he says while holding out his hand.

Reima shrugs an gives him a couple of pound coins, "The man looks at them and nods, "£20, thank you. I think I'll be off... Then?" he says as he pockets the £4 and walks away, Reima can see various official looking people keeping an eye on him.

Ciri "That was... Strange?" she says, finding the rather disoriented man unnerving.

Reima continues looking at the man, he looks up at someone flying over them with a broom, he rubs his eyes but turns around due to someone calling his name. A flash of light causes him to stumble back, Reima can hear him ask about "What he was doing"...

Reima "Seems like they're just constantly erasing his memory every time he sees something magical..."

Ciri "But would that-"

Reima "Potentially cause permanent and irreparable brain damage? Probably, but this is just how magical's in this world are, showing a complete disregard for non-magical people."

The duo continue to talk while they walk around looking for a clear spot to put down their tent, it's pretty difficult as they apparently came pretty late, even though they'd turned up at 6 am... Eventually the find a large hill that's unoccupied and Reima immediately puts down the tent, unwilling for this spot to be taken.

As the letter stated he starts manually putting the tent up without the assistance of magic, this would have been much easier if he had Ciri helping him but she'd buggered off and starting exploring the fair grounds... Reima found it incredibly confusing to set up this blasted thing, this pole connect with that one, that connects with another? But what about this pole? The instructions say it conencts to THIS pole... After an hour of trial and error he manages to finally finish it, luckily the tent was fire-resistant or he would have burned to it to cinders in his frustration induced anger, either way, it's finally complete!

He's about to go inside when a white blur beats him to it... Walkng inside he can see Ciri already lounging on the large sofa in the centre of the living room.

Reima "After all the work I put it, I'd have liked to be the first one inside..." he says forlornly.

Ciri "Tough luck, that aside look at this!" she says pulling out some marbles.

Reima "Er, yeah... Marbles? Cool." he says uninterested, that is, until she throws one at his head.

It smashes on impact and something appears out of it, a small... Bird? It about the size of his thumb and looks like a cartoon character, as soon as it's free it starts flying around the room, he tries to get Ciri to stop throwing them as he didn't want his new abode to be infested by the bloody things but it turned out too late. She'd thrown a handful on the floor, revealing thirty miniature animals that start running around. A mini tiger pounces on a lizard and eats it, despite the cartoony appearance, the sight of a tiger tearing apart a lizard while it's still alive isn't a nice sight. Reima scrambles to clear them up before any more blood, guts or shit gets on his new furniture, Ciri laughing the entire time.

A while later Reima walks out of his tent and starts preparing a campfire in-front of it, he'd promised Ciri a campfire with smores and by god, he'd make it happen. Fortunately setting up a campfire as a god of fire may have been the easiest thing he'd ever done, after setting up to lawn chairs next to each other and pulling out a couple of beers from his Folded Space he leans back into his seat. His eyes trail over the camp sight in pursuit of anyone of interest he may know, he doesn't find any but this doesn't bother him, this way he'd have more time to relax and enjoy the merriment and atmosphere until the World Cup starts. Ciri almost jumps into the chair next to him and asks, "Doing anything interesting?"

Reima grins, "You're just in time, I was about to make some smores..."

She smiles and remembers, she giggles as she sees him pierce a couple large marshmallows on his sword and rest it over the fire. He pulls out some crackers and chocolate bars and retrieves the marshmallows which now have a slightly singed appearance, he makes a couple sandwiches with marshmallow and chocolate with the crackers and hands one to Ciri.

She bites into the crunchy and gooey texture and a smile unconsciously finds it's way on her face.

Reima eats enough to replace his half stolen breakfast and decides to try and mimic one of the performers tricks. While still seated, he conjures a couple dark red balls of fire and starts juggling them, a skill he'd been practising ever since being shown up in-front of Priscilla... As he does this he inadvertantly draws spectators closer, who notice the smell of the smores and offer to pay for some... Needless to say, money is money, and if he can charge stupid amounts for some smores, well, all the better."