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Despite the fact that the crowds do not offer immediate problems, their presence presents a challenge to Fire and Rescue attempting to reach any emergency in the city.

"Even in the area that they sort of have it all in," Simpkins said, "if we were to have something in that area, we've got so many people in the streets and parking is such a problem that all of that would hinder the fire department if we do have something."

Both Frye and Simpkins have seen the beast that is Quadfest change over the years. To Simpkins, the level of intensity that comes with the event is something that has only recently developed.

"I'd say the last five," he said about Quadfest's growth. "I don't think it was a big deal up until the last few years."

Frye has also seen many Quadfests come and go, each one its own kind of unique occasion.

"It just depends on the different type of students," she said, "and the crowd that we have. Last year wasn't anywhere in comparison to this year. Weather plays a factor in it. Last year, it was raining and chillier."

Tonight is a night of noise in all respects to the senses. The eyes and ears cannot help but experience the showcasing of a city repelling itself and letting go. There are opposing forces at work in Radford during Quadfest. There are those like Nel, who have only recently embraced the Bacchus-like tradition, and Frye, who attempts to keep some type of order in the streets when everyone else seems to speak a different language.

As I go to walk back to my car, the intersection between Third Street and Downey Street is shut down. A K-9 unit is sitting in the middle of the street with its lights on; several police officers are all over the scene. Some are chatting with each another, another is talking to a witness, and a few stand by a car parked on the side of the road with a citizen. It's time to go; this is past the realm of drunken merry mishaps. This is the part where impending consequences will alter lives forever. Right before I close the door to my car to make my way back toward Blacksburg, the dogs begin to bark.

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