Welcome to the Colosseum (Tournament Signups)

[Weiss Schnee]

Weiss nervously navigated the streets, resisting the urge to sneeze as oh so much dust filtered the air. For a place that had felt so empty until now, she'd never have imagined the spectacle around her. now, the air was filled with nothing but the sound of hooves and feet as people wandered through the area, and what little the Heiress could hear over the din was the combined chatter of hundreds of conversations all around her. there had to be thousands of people here.

No matter how hard she looked, though, she couldn't find a single red cloak in the sea of faces and bodies.

Then again, Weiss mused, Ruby wasn't really a fan of crowded places. If she was here, Weiss would bet money that she'd be interested in a tournament like this if she heard of it, but she definitely wouldn't stay longer than it took to submit an application. As Weiss looked through the sea of happy, laughing faces, she suddenly found herself understanding where her leader was coming from.

She kept her head up long enough to find the submission table, and then hoofed it over there as quickly as she could without just bumping into people - though, even that was difficult, as the steadily increasing traffic found ways to seemingly be almost everywhere at once. Weiss took deep breaths, as she got closer to the stand. What was wrong with her? There was a time where she used to arrange entire proms... Now she couldn't help but want to be out of this crowded mess as soon as possible. Something about all these people just... bothered her, deeply.

:"Here to enter?" A voice in front of her asked. Weiss realized it was a female register at the very desk she was trying to reach. At some point running through the crowds, she'd forgotten that there was a point besides "escape the suffocating mass of bodies".
"I am."
"Alright then. Sign your name here. Though if ya can't read or write, we'll sign for ya. We get those types here, too. no shame in it." The woman said with an almost chipper tone.

"Thank you. But I'm fine, really." Weiss said, realizing with some surprise that even in the general public she wasn't recognized. While her first encounter with that mask salesman should have tipped her off, and the fact she was in a different world, really, should have tipped her off, she hadn't really absorbed the fact that the Schnee name meant nothing here. To walk around and be recognized, not as an heiress, or huntress, was a new experience to her. No one in Vale hadn't heard of who she was.

"So of course I get freedom from the name right when I would finally have a use for it.' Weiss thought with a grimace, as she signed her name on a sheet of parchment. Weiss didn't really care for her position as Heiress - the idea of working as just another businesswoman giving humanity it's lifeblood for as much cash as possible didn't appeal to her the way it did her father. Sto;;. the title had given her access to resources and options that normal people didn't have. Now, Weiss had no nigh-omniscient information network or employees bending over backwards to give her special access to all sorts of restricted areas. She really was alone in finding her team. And in general.

"Alright, we have you registered. Weiss... Schnee, is it?"
"Yeah... That's me."
The parchment and quill were snatched away from her miraculously quickly. "the announcements for the matchups will be in a few days, but feel free to enjoy the carnival until then. You'll be called for just before your match, and we'll get you all set up!"
Weiss nodded, before walking away from the desk, a little quicker than she meant to. She immediately looked for a less crowded area to clear her head.
"I don't know how I'll manage it... but I can't afford to lose!"