Wess walked into the Town Square, carrying with him, a medium sized jar of very sweet milk, from his favorite and only cow, Betsy. Wearing his favorite jeans, white T-shirt, and black coat with white lining that reminded him of the "fabled" beast, Mokumoku, he walks straight up to the Mayor, and showing him the quality milk, he walks up higher, and slowly pours it into the boiling water, he was the first to be there. The boiling water turned into a hot white color, and Wess smiled thinking he had done a good job.

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Adamaris came in next; dressed up for this formal event, like most. She had in large pearly earrings, and was wearing a bubblegum pink dress, with her hair straight down and laced with more bubblegum pink ribbons. On her head, she wore headband of the same color, and looked quite petite and like a child. Adamaris walked up to the ladder, and climbed it, carrying a diced fish sliced up in nice, straight cubes. She tossed it in; along with the seaweed wrap she had wrapped it up in; things were starting to float around in the milky color. She turns and walks down, and noticed the boy from the wedding reception. Part of her wanted Gabriel to show up.

The Mayor smiled and nodded in approval. "Thank you for your contribution!" he said to the boy and girl who had brought items for the stew.

Kazumi had caught a fish recently, although she didn't eat fish all that much, unless it was mixed in with something else. "Um, excuse me." Kazu said poiletly tapping the mayor on the shoulder. "I have a fish I brought. It's not much, but I really wanted to contribute to this year's stew." Kazu offered a light smile, then turned and trotted away shyly. She had always gone to these things with her father, but in truth, she hadn't been to many festivals since his death. So she was a bit nervous.

Gabriel wasn't one to dress up for occassions or go to them as a matter of fact, but he still wasn't familar with people in the town so he went to the store, wasted money on carrots, and brought them here to be put in the stew so they could make absolutly no difference at all to to mixture. The only thing that was plesant about this festival was the free meal part, which really wasn't free when he thought about it. He had to pay for the carrots afterall. Alas, he was a horrible cook and once even tried making scrambled eggs in a beaker. Lesson learned, lab equipment makes horrible cooking utensils.

After giving the vegetables to a short, rapidly aging man, Gabriel wondered over to the drinks and picked himself up an unusal blue concotion that tasted rather sour, but sweet.