[b]Archer[/b]

From his lofty perch, Archer had been more than able to observe as the festivities really got going--as well as notice the colour-changed tower. It was a simple thing to surmise that the entire tower would change colour as their tasks were completed... and when it was all white, there would probably be one last hurdle for the group to overcome. It wouldn't really come as a surprise, the mystical seemed to have a flair for the dramatic. Or maybe he was unduly influenced by the way the Grail War was doomed to end every time.

Continuing his observations a little longer, Archer scanned the festivities a little longer before descending to ground level, landing in front of a stall owner with a disarmingly expectant expression and a knife in hand.

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It was with a surprisingly pleased expression that the Knight in Red continued preparing ingredients for the still somewhat-unnerved stall owner. Cooking was, perhaps, his only skill that had minimal links to combat or his true abilities, yet it wasn't something that a Counter Guardian was ever called on to display. Even Rin hadn't needed such a thing--partly because she could cook for herself perfectly well, and partly because cooking anything would have given the identity game away too early. Thus, for the first time since he had died in the first place, Archer was working in a kitchen.

It was a pleasant experience, but he'd have to find a way to remove that actual stall-owner from the cooking process entirely. That way, he would have total control over the kitchen.

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[b]Suwako[/b]

A wish, huh? The girl had split away from Saber the first chance that she got in order to explore the city without any 'adult' supervision, even taking a few of the coins conveniently left lying around. Once outside, it was abundantly clear that the architecture here was a mess that made even Gensokyo look balanced. That, at least, was mostly traditional architecture: the enormous western mansion, witches' houses, and the underground nuclear reactor were pretty limited. This looked like someone had seen the architectural variety in the sealed-off world, then decided to up it a thousandfold and scatter buildings with no reason at all.

The festival atmosphere suited the craziness and the humming blonde, wandering along and looking for anyone that might like to give a young girl something for nothing. Festivals were, in her experience, about being given things just for being there: it was the benefit of being a god; people liked to give you something for nothing.