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It wasn't a First Fridays in the Crossroads district, but there was some kind of a winter artwalk thing happening, so there were still a lot of people around. A couple of food vendors here and there along the streets as well as pop-up art spaces. A good mix of people, from middle-aged cultured people hoping to seem hip with the times, to young people with mustaches and/or unnaturally colored hair... well, honestly, hoping for pretty much the same.
And of course, Kate in her koala hat, and her guest who she'd just picked up from a portal.
(There hadn't been any sexy farmer sightings yet, but Kate had faith.)
"You know, back when I first came here? This was all just art. Or, like, artsy hipsters. Now there's a ton of just like... hipster-hipsters."
Wasn't this exactly the kind of quality commentary you'd come by for, Eric?
[ooc: NFB, for that there Viking dude that's visiting!]
And of course, Kate in her koala hat, and her guest who she'd just picked up from a portal.
(There hadn't been any sexy farmer sightings yet, but Kate had faith.)
"You know, back when I first came here? This was all just art. Or, like, artsy hipsters. Now there's a ton of just like... hipster-hipsters."
Wasn't this exactly the kind of quality commentary you'd come by for, Eric?
[ooc: NFB, for that there Viking dude that's visiting!]
