What Could Possibly Go Wrong At A Festival?

[dr_pretentious]

Okay, festival-going folks, I need to collect potential incidents for the Sebastian novella. What are the weirdest, most high-stakes, most improbable, most hilarious and/or most dangerous things you’ve seen happen at a festival? What interesting disasters have you seen averted, or had a hand in averting? Please don’t use names or identifying details, because I don’t want to be party to accidentally upsetting, embarrassing, or libeling anyone. I just need some ingredients to zizz together in the Cuisinart of my fictioneering brain so I can make some story pesto. If in doubt, please respond privately.

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[dr-pretentious.livejournal.com]

How did you guess this story wants to be about invocation? I have collection of fire incidents, but more are always welcome. I hadn't planned on weatherworking, but a festival's temperament is so dictated by its weather, it will probably find a way in.

Memorial ritual for a beloved community figure who turned out not to be dead.

If I hadn't already written the funeral-comedy story for this series, I would totally use that. I would love to know who got to play the role of Tom Sawyer in this anecdote.

Portajohn employee who comes in to suck the contents out of the toilets loses control of his truck while rubbernecking at naked tits and puts the whole poop truck into the ditch. Which led to the rule that everyone had to put their clothes back on when the portajohn company came to do the toilets.

Ah, the classics never go out of style. Was it the same event that had the roof-repair guy distracted by naked people walk right off the roof? I seem to recall those stories traveled together by origin.

[onyxtwilight.livejournal.com]

The memorial was for Laughing Starheart, a radical faery type, artist and tattoo artist and singer, who used to be a staple at midwest gatherings back in the '90s. He had AIDS, and fell off the map at some point, and then a couple years later we heard he had died -- so we did a whole shrine for him at Samhain and people who only ever saw each other at festival showed up from three states away to toast his memory. And then later we found out he wasn't dead. Very weird, processing that one in reverse. I've no idea whether he is still alive, I haven't seen him nor heard tell of him for fifteen years or so at this point.

My portajohn story was from PSG, back when it was happening in Wisconsin. Apparently portajohn employees everywhere really like boobies. :-)

[onyxtwilight.livejournal.com]

Oh, what's a festival without an out-of-control possession? (And with the Fey, it sometimes seems like there's rarely any other kind, doesn't it?) Sebastian would be all over that shit. >:-)