Being Alone (D. Winchester)

Moondoor: The Battle Of Kingdoms

At the MOONDOOR CAMP.

Renaissance music played at a medieval camp. People in costumes pretended to fight with mock weapons, a woman played a harp, and many others talked and strolled outside tents. Colorful banners had various crests and signs pointed the way to the dungeon, privies and stockade. A large banner read "Moondoor: The Battle of Kingdoms."

We were standing there in our suits, looking like idiots.

A guy "I, Boltar the Furious, bind you... "

There was Man in stocks, with large fake ears and bad teeth.

The guy "...to this stock.. ...so that all of Moondoor may see you for what you are – a thief. "

Man in stocks "My Shadow Orc brethren will descend from the Black Hills and the tents of Mo– "

His fake teeth fell out of his mouth and onto the ground.

Then he and the other guy looked at each other.

The one guy "Uh, hold. "

He spread his arms as if to stop the action, then picked up the Orc's fake teeth and brushed them off.

Orc in normal voice " Thanks, Gerry. Sorry. "

Gerry " Yeah, no problem, Monty. "

Then he put Monty's fake teeth back into his mouth.

I grimaced.

Monty gave Gerry a thumbs-up.

Gerry, back in character " Resume."

Monty in Orc voice " And the tents of Moondoor will be bathed in blood as we unseat the queen of the Moons from the throne she stole from the rightful heir – the Shadow King. And you –"

Gerry threw a red bean bag at Mont, hitting him in the forehead "Silentium! Serve your time with honor, heathen. And if you need to use the chamber pot, stomp your feet thrice. "

Then he walked away.

I shook my head at what i just witnessed.

Dean walked to Gerry "Excuse me. Hi. Uh, you are a LARPer, yeah? "

Gerry " I prefer the term "interactive literaturist." "

Dean nodded "Right. Uh, I am Special Agent Rosewood. This is special Agent Taggart. And this is Special Agent Monogram"

We held or badges up.

Gerry took the hood of the costume off "Hold! Um, guys, we're not doing the whole genre-mash-up thing this weekend. We only do that every third month."

Dean's jaw dropped "The... "

Sam "Come again? "

Gerry " Your fake badges, the cheap suits. It's very cool. I get it. Your characters are FBI agents that somehow traveled to Moondoor, but I'm telling you it's just – it's straight-up Moondoor this weekend. "

Sam "These aren't fake badges"

Gerry nodded " Uh, yeah, they are, and they're... "

He grabbed Sam's badge "..Very good, but, um, well, the I.D. number shifted to 10 digits with, uh, two letters mixed in at the end of the year, and, uh, the seal's from last month. Really good work."

He gave the badge back " It's just – it's a tournament weekend, okay guys, so you got to follow the rules. If there's no rules – chaos. If you would like to join the army of Moons, the queen is always on the lookout for new squires. "