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WHO: Jon & You!
WHERE: Ren Fair
WHAT: REN FAIR!
WHEN: Ren Fair Event
WARNINGS: I dunno.

Research

Walking past those unmoving figures comes with an eerie sensation, one that isn't too unfamiliar to Jon, which results in him spending quite some time studying the projections or plain watching them. Where of course watching means he will outright stare at them, daring them to move or flicker.

They don't flicker.

Which is an interesting observation to make, given the effect his powers tend to have on electric devices. He isn't sure what he is looking at...

Of course he also gives the different food items a try. For science. And as he is looking at one of the still figures spread around the market and taking a bite of what at least looks like a flatbread covered with sour cream and some herbs, Jon can't help himself but make a small noise that is bordering disappointment at the person next to him. "And here I almost have forgotten about their weird endorsement of peanut butter."

Experiment

Well, making those candles hasn't been that bad, even if they turned out rather bland and uninspiring. They are functional and will do what a candle is supposed to do: Burn.

He has skipped the stands with the fabric and sewing materials, instead having moved on to the blacksmithing area and finds himself looking at the pile of colorful metal pieces before picking one up and contemplating this raw piece of- The Archivist has no idea what he is even looking at and that gives him pause.

Getting past that discovery of Not Knowing takes a moment and Jon turns his attention over to the fire before slowly and very carefully starting to work. No, he has no experience at all or any idea what he is even trying to make and the soft muttering is more directed at himself. "I had plenty of opportunity to have Tony show me how to do this, but have I ever asked him? Nooo, of course not..."

Evaluation Valentine's Special!

The bonfire is a nice place to relax and Jon can't help but wonder if the Agrii have added it in response to the little beach party their He-Rows had set up last summer. Not that he would mind. He does, however, frown a little at the piles of pink, purple and red glitter now setting the scene rather than the pink snow that had been present the previous day.

Scooping up a handful of it, Jon inspects the pieces as he lets them fall slowly back down to the ground. Sure they don't melt. Which will make cleaning up this mess even worse. It isn't like he hasn't still been finding glitter from last year in the library.

"At least the mothcats will have their fun with this..." He observes with a mild chuckle, letting the rest of the stuff drop and pulling a fortune cookie from his pocket. These have become a little ritual over the past few days: Every evening at the bonfire, Jon will open one - And then make fun of its prediction.

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Just...ignore the Hunter at the candle booth as he pulls a hand out of the hot wax. His Ghost floats above him, silently watching. She knows better than to question her Guardian. There's a brief, thoughtful frown as Cayde might be having second thoughts about this endeavor before he simply shrugs and sticks his hand in again for a second dip.

"I'm fairly certain this is not the intended use of the wax, Cayde." Jon observes with a small frown. Personally he would rather not dip his whole hand into molten wax, thank you very much.

"Well I wouldn't advise people with skin to do it anyway," Cayde says as he brings his hand up again, studying the coating as he waits a little for it to set before giving it another dunk.

Jon smirks. "Well, I could do it without taking serious harm." And he crosses his arms. "But I don't see the point in it. And it would still be unpleasant."

He takes a moment to look around the market. "So what do you think prompted them to do this?"

The Hunter shrugs as he pulls his hand out again. How many dunks does it take to get a good candle? He glances at Sundance with the unspoken question but all he gets is a shrug in response.

"Who knows, maybe they're trying to be helpful again. Last few weeks ago it was, what, gift giving like a late Dawning, and now this? Have they done something like this before? I mean, I know it didn't happen last time but there've been people before us."

"They were certainly trying something. And somehow they managed to keep things within their theme..." Which to Jon remains noteworthy. Knowing the Agrii, they might very well have added disco balls to these booths.

Jon watches Cayde lift his hand back out of the wax with a small frown forming between his brows. "Please tell me you aren't planning to make candles of rude gestures."

Disco balls would have made things more fun, at least in Cayde's opinion. He likes shiny.

"-golly, do you not know me by now, Jonathan?!" he sputters, pulling his hand out of another vat. Two fingers are held out, not one particular one. He grins crookedly then, pointing it off to the side. "Bang!"

Jon shrugs. "Sometimes I am wondering that myself."

His eyes fall back on Cayde's wax-coated hand. "How's your arm doing anyway?" Since they had to reattach it and all that. Though the Exo doesn't seem to be having any problems with his limbs.

"Been working fine!" the Exo chirps, waving said arm around in demonstration. "Hasn't fallen off or glitched out on me. Haven't had any noticeable delays, but I guess that's something I'll only notice when something really happens." There's no sugar-coating it. Something's always bound to happen around here.

He starts poking around the edges of the wax with his free hand before taking ahold of it to try wiggling it free.

"That's good to hear." Jon nods and picks up one of the candle molds, turning it in his hand. A simple cylindrical shape for a simple, functional candle. The sort of candle Jon might actually use in case of a power outage.

"Haven't heard of any further incidents so far..." Or from Catra and that thing using her body as his personal vehicle, much rather.

Cayde nods as he continues to ease off the wax encasement. He dunks it, hand and all, into a bucket of water on the side. "Never do, but then most of the things that happen don't come with much warning," he grunts, shaking off excess water as he finally pries the wax hand off. "Ha-ha! Look'it that."

Jon watches Cayde remove the wax from his hand with a raised brow. "I was more referring to incidents caused by Prime." That one is a lot less predictable at the moment. Though they also have been quite lucky with the absence of further storms. Which may be a reason to worry in itself.

"What are you going to do with it once it's finished?" He nods at the wax hand.

"Hey, that came without warning either. No one expected Kit-Kat to pull a vanishing act and come back with a passenger." Still, Cayde scowls. "But that's true. It's been quiet. Tony hasn't seen her?"

He regards the hand again, bouncing the base off of the flattest surface he can find nearby to even out the bottom of his hand candle. "Do it again but better," he says with a grin. "What's your favorite color?"

"Never had one." Jon shrugs in response. Colors were never a priority of his. And never something he paid any attention to. If anything, his main priority concerning colors has always been to avoid dressing in any obnoxious colors.

And he shakes his head. "Tony hasn't mentioned seeing her. Even though Catra at least used to stay near the forge..."

That gets a gasp from Cayde. "You gotta have some kind of preference at least!" He's already wondering if Jon will wear any sort of color clothing if he were given it.

The Exo frowns a little then, glancing down the road as though he can see the forge from there. "He got a new door up for the place, so at least it should keep surprise visitors out at least. Anyone check out Catra's usual haunt? Where's Prime been staying anyway? Not that it's hard to stay hidden around here. Big empty city, and another one besides."

He will if he has to. But not without ample protest. At Cayde's added prompting, Jon raises a brow at the Exo before answering. "Grey." There.

As for the issue with Prime's whereabouts, Jon scowls. "He is physically not present on this planet. Or this dimension, even. I'm surprised he keeps his connection to Catra upright even now rather than simply letting go." It has been a while by now...

Cayde snorts at that, but he looks amused. Certainly one can make gray! It's just mixing a bunch of colors together, right? Hmm...

"I meant Prime-Catra. He's not making her sleep outside, is he?" the Exo clarifies. "But you've got a point. That guy seems pretty stubborn. Set on taking over this little place too, even when he doesn't know for sure where it is."

"If he is letting her sleep at all." Jon mutters with a clearly displeased tone at the idea. It's not his body after all, so he might well ignore any signs of exhaustion.

"I'm curious if this setup will lure Prime here, though..." And what might happen should that be the case.

"Ugh, there is that," Cayde admits with a scowl. He taps the candle's fingers against his chin, thoughtfully.

"I wonder if Prime has the capacity to traverse...whatever the heck all is involved in where we are. Intergalactic is one thing, time travel's another. But I'm not saying it can't be done either. It'd just get messy if we got two forces capable of pulling that many strings get involved in each other's business," he says, pointing a waxy finger gun at Jon. "But then it might also turn out in our favor if they blew each other up or something- but that's not something I think I'd put any bets on."

"I have the feeling the Atroma only indulge him because he adds to their entertainment." Jon grumbles. "It's another hurdle for us and they didn't have to set it up themselves. Free content. If Prime were an actual risk for them, they would have blocked him off right away."

The way the Atroma can cut off actually powerful beings from accessing their full potential speaks volumes.

"But they're not invincible. They may do crazy things, but from what I've heard from some of the original Fleet members, the Atroma were taken down somehow." Cayde taps his wax hand in the air. "I wouldn't count it as a sure thing just because they've allowed something here and there. They can screw up. That's what we gotta keep an eye out for."

"Precisely. They were taken down before. And what do you do if someone destroys your little sand castle? Right. You build one made of cement." That's certainly what Jon would do. Why take one flashlight into a dark tunnel when you can take six, extra batteries, bring a fire extinguisher and the largest knife you can legally purchase in Central London?

"Even if they screw up... I highly doubt dealing with them will be simple by any definition."

"So. This is the past, and the Atroma are working on quality control so they don't bring about their own demise again." It makes sense to Cayde, anyway, so far as time travel and dimensional fluctuations go. Still, he shakes his head.

"Simple, no. But not impossible." That's what he's been counting on, some slip-up. He may do reckless things and look like he's goofing off all the time, but he's been busy and keeping an eye out for anything that might be a possible weakness, a chink in the armor.

Jon can't help a little chuckle in reply. "At least one of us is optimistic." And maybe that's exactly what they need: A few of them being more optimistic. Though Jon is happy to leave that task to those that actually have experience when it comes to fighting aliens and remain available when they are dealing with the supernatural again.

"Right, then. Let me actually try making some candles." Jon declares, picking up one of the prepared wicks purposefully. Can't be that hard.

It's not as easy as Cayde makes it seem. If you don't keep your thoughts on a careful leash it was easy for things to dip and all the negative things to swirl right in and make themselves comfy. He doesn't have to force a laugh though, nor the smile that follows Jon's reply. His point remains, and so long as there's at least one possibility, that's all they really need.

As Jon reroutes to candle-making efforts, Cayde grins and decides to join him. He's got more hands to make.

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