Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-16171938-20151130050116/@comment-26402078-20151201173149

Fiddling with bits and pieces of weaponry was fun and all, but even techies needed some fresh air sometimes. After a particularly tough project, Maggie found that it was a pleasant surprise to find an invitation to a concert lying with her other files and papers. However, after some research, it turned out that this wasn't just a concert - this was the concert to be at, the Concert Crash that was known throughout all the at-least-vaguely-social hunters and huntresses in Vale! Tickets were rare, and God only knew how she managed to get one - maybe someone gave it to her, hoping to get closer with her? - but she certainly wasn't going to turn it down.

Reassuring that Hero's Aegis, the Silver Shooter, and her ammo packs were each stored on her person, the girl took bright strides towards the ticket booth and handed her ticket in, catching a very pointed glance at her weaponry. When she thought about it, not many others actually had weapons - maybe four or five? - which definitely seemed strange for such an event. Then again, the rest might just have been there to enjoy the show, so she didn't dwell on it for too long.

Wandering on into the bustling crowd of people bouncing to the music, Maggie very quickly found that it was infectious; her own head started bobbing, her body started moving to the beat, and it turned out that she'd been missing quite a lot by passing up past invitations to things like this. With a grin on her face, she succumbed to teenage habits and ended up taking a selfie with her scroll. Even in another universe, girls will be girls.