Rainbow Resonance!

Prismatic Calamity Chapter 3

At the eave of 5 in the morning, the only people that would be awake is if they couldn't sleep the night before, or if they are doing something productive, dubious or otherwise. As such, the dubious nature is now seen due to Mr.Bigsbey, and his lackey arriving right by the back lot of Hafvuryym Hall. With the entire structure appearing like a massive pious building, it makes sense that there would be a decently sized parking lot nearby. The security detail are just arriving themselves as well towards that location, about to be perpendicular to the peculiar perpetrators.

As such, Mr.Bigsbey parks a moderate distance away from stated security detail. Him & the lackey both stride out of the car. The lackey retrieves a briefcase from out of the trunk and follows behind a strutting Mr.Bigsbey as they both arrive right in front of the security detail for the festival. They soon strike up a conversation.

Security Leader: Hey, are you part of the festival? If you need to set up the employee entrance is on the other side.

Mr.Bigsbey: That won't be necessary. But this may be interesting. 

Mr.Bigsbey snaps his fingers twice and has his lackey present the briefcase. He hurriedly opens it up to reveal a massive cache of.....well....cash!

Mr.Bigsbey: What my friend over there is holding is, how you say, compensation. You can take this, leave the premises, and swear you've never seen me. 

The Security Leader laughs as if he's heard a 5 year old saying he's gonna beat him in arm wrestling. After he finishes guffawing, he leers his massive frame over the assuming scrawny nature of Mr.Bigsbey.

The Security Leader: And what makes you think I'll do that?

Mr.Bigsbey gives off a smirk, as if that  5 year hold was hiding a taser in his back pocket. He outstreches his arm and guestures towards the cash.

Mr.Bigsbey: Well, there's the carrot.....

In what seems like an instant, the various bills fly up and begin to fold into pointed knives. They all zoom over to the necks of the security detail, ready to perform various impromptu tracheotomies. They all hold their position, but still look concerned, The Security Leader included.

Mr.Bigsbey: ....and there's the stick. You can have one or the other, but not both. 

Knowing what kind of situation he's in, The Security Leader manages to cough up an answer.

The Security Leader: I think the carrot will be ok enough.

Mr.Bigsbey: Groovy.

After the lackey gives the security detail the briefcase, they all leave the scene in a rush, as to not waste any time getting out of a dodgy situation. Mr.Bigsbey regains his smirk and heads back to his car, but not before leaving the lackey with a request. Or is it a demand? You make the call.

Mr.Bigsbey: I'll be in the car. Text the crew the address, then get me some breakfast from Riario's.

The Lackey: Ok bo-hey wait a minute! You want me to make a two hour walk for a sandwich??!

Mr.Bigsbey: No. It'll be for a sandwich and a cream soda. Don't spill a drop.

The Lackey: But why not just take the car?

Mr.Bigsbey: I need some alone time. Now get to it before you try walking there on one foot.

The lackey goes into a slump and trundles along the busted up sidewalk as he begins his journey to get his boss' breakfast. Mr.Bigsbey views his slow, sad march from inside the car in the rearview mirror. He then averts his gaze down to his lap as he begins to read from the newspaper, giving off a chuckle as he glances at the latest Dilbert strip.