robinthefrog | The Maryland Rennaisance Festival

Huzzah! My Lords and Ladies welcome to the Revelry! Also, avast me hearties for it be Pirate's Weekend!

We download and copy,
and bootleg and hack,
drink up me hearties yo ho!

We've used limewire and napster
and bit torrent too,
drink up me hearties yo ho!

Not that kind of pirate? Oh.

But no matter! See folks in costumes ranging from steam punk, to rip off's of pirate movie block busters! From anally authentic renaissance garb, to...three mustketeers? And was that one of those aliens from Galaxy Quest? The hell? Corsets and kilts galore!

Eat wonderful food like steak on a stake! Massive turkey legs that cost way too much! Mac and cheese, or even soup on a stick! No I'm not kidding!

See amazing acts like the Medeival Babes, The Limeybirds, The Rogues, Puke and Snot~~one of the Mun's favorites~~, and Hack N Slash!

And lest we forget, JOUSTING! Where it's more about WWE type crowd riling than about actual jousting. Carnival games! A museum of the bizarre and the mysterious!

Corsets and kilts! And pirates!

And of course, the shopping. From decorative knick knacks, to costume pieces and ornamental weaponry. From wood carved furniture to armorers to family coats of arms.

And did I mention, Corsets, Kilts and Pirates?! Huzzah!

[Mun is now very sad that he can't afford to go this year. Open to all, students, townies and faculty. If you've ever been to a Ren Faire, have at it and I'll toss in some NPC's to make it whimsical. And if you haven't, I will anyway!

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Jack waved at Eleanor. "Nice outfit!"

"Thank you. Are you enjoying the faire?"

"I am indeed!" he said, trying not to stare as a trio of gothic girls passed by. "You ever been to one of these before?"

"No. The closest thing we had back home was the Beltane celebration." She smirked a little at Jack's reaction to the girls.

"So who's this Tane? Why's there a bell?"

There was a reason Jack wasn't exactly paying attention. The middle gothy girl had blown him a kiss as they walked by.

If this was a cartoon setting, Jack would have hearts floating out of his eyes.

She looked at him for a moment, puzzled, then realized what he meant. "No, silly," she giggled. "Beltaine," she pronounced out the word. "It's the old word for the coming of Spring. What you would call May Day."

"I think she likes you," she smirked.

"Oh, that thing with the pole, right?" Yes, Jack was thinking about the pole.

"I think I like her back," he said, shaking his head a bit to clear it. And because her hips swiveled a bit as she continued walking away.

"Um, yes. The pole. Exactly it." And if he didn't know what said pole represented, she wasn't about to enlighten him.

"I think," she smirked, reaching for his arm to bring him along, "you could get into some trouble here."

See Jack being dragged along away from cute girls who had interesting clothes and even more interesting figures.

"I love this place," he said, grinning at her. "I definitely think there's room for trouble here." Not that he was planning on getting into trouble, just that it was lurking.

A pickle vendor called out to both of them...making very interesting claims about the pickles.

"I am beginning to wonder if you attract trouble," she grinned.

"They do seem to believe in the phrase 'hawking one's wares'."

"I do not attract trouble!" he protested, nearly walking into a 'discussion' with a Barbarian and a robot. He gawked, sidestepped, and tried to distance himself from that situation.

"I do not attract trouble. Ooh, knife throwing..." Jack had seen something shiny.

Eleanor smothered a giggle at his antics. "Yes. Of course not." And then there was knife throwing... She just shook her head and followed along. "No trouble at all," she mumbled to herself, but not unkindly.

Jack plunked down some hard-earned cash and picked up the first set of three knives. Two hit the target, and the third went into the backstop.

Jack plunked down more cash, and the attendant slapped down another three knifes. All three hit the target, but only one stuck, on the outer ring of the bullseye.

Jack was getting ticked, and the attendant bet that if he made this next one, his money would be refunded.

Jack agreed, and the attendant tossed the knife at Jack...who was expecting it to be placed on the counter, not wizzing (slowly) through the air, the razor-sharp (okay, dull) edge (with a blunted point) at his head (for some values of "at his head" that include anything within three feet of the noggin as "at his head").

Jack caught the knife in the air, threw it...and nailed the bullseye. Both Jack and the attendant boggled.

Jack recovered first. "It's all in the reflexes. Now a bet's a bet, so pay up," he said with a grin.

Eleanor watched with bemusement right up until the last part. Then she kind of stared. "How did you do that?"

He shrugged. "It's just something I can do," he said. "I'm Jack Burton."

~~Jack now owed a certain scarf-wearing student royalties~~

"You are certainly something, Jack," Eleanor said with a grin.

"So are you!" he insisted with a wink. "Want to wander elsewhere?" he asked, still trying to figure out how he did that.

"Certainly. Where to now?"

"Have you," he asked, "ever have food on a stick? It's a very good food group. Foodus stickus in Latin," he said, steering towards the Food On A Stick Booth. Or at least one of them, since they were about every 50 yards.

She raised an eyebrow slightly. Foodus stickus? She was pretty sure Jack was making that up and highly doubted the ancient cultures which actually spoke Latin had foods eaten off of a stick.

"No," she replied simply. "I can't say that I have."

They were all buried under a volcanoic eruptation or something. True story.

"You should! So. Pick your poison. Steak? Hot dog? Mac & Cheese? Caramel Apple? OOoo...caramel apple..."

Jack was in Food Heaven ~~which was Heaven on a Stick~~.

She considered the choices before her. How was a hot dog any different than its counterpart, the corn dog? The macaroni and cheese just did. not. look. safe. in any regards, tottering as it was upon the stick.

That left ... the steak or caramel apple. Hm.

"I suppose I'll try the caramel apple." It seemed safer. No telling what kind of 'steak' that steak was really made of.

"It's good. I'll have one, too. Mmmmm...caramel and nuts," he said with a grin.

The Maryland Rennaisance Festival

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