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The City ([personal profile] citycenter) wrote in [community profile] citylogs2023-09-19 09:00 pm

EVENT: The Nights Were Humid, Still. (September 2023)





THE NIGHTS WERE HUMID, STILL.

WE WERE DREAMING, WAITING FOR NIGHT.
» THE PARK — INTRODUCTORY NOTES
When District 3 opens up, subtle and silent at first, the most noticeable area is the large park. A mixture of open picnic fields and heavily wooded trails, the park offers an escape from the cityscapes for those who seek an oasis amongst nature. Benches and light posts dot the twisting paths, offering a moment's rest to anyone traversing the park for a leisurely stroll or running for… exercise. Unlike its smaller cousin to the south, this park is devoid of statues or monuments, instead more of a tribute to nature and the pursuit of its company. There are, however, several small playgrounds spread around the outer edges for anyone who seeks some playtime with their inner child.

Speaking of your inner child, should you venture to the southern half of the park, you'll find a small carnival that appears to be abandoned. The rides and stalls all appear to be in decent condition despite lying still and silent; if you choose to hop the fence, you'll find that the cables running haphazardly over the grass are connected but powerless. No amount of effort to turn on the rides nor break into the games will prove fruitful, but the park at large has posters stapled to trees here and there advertising the opening of the fun fair very, very soon.


For those who are brave enough to leave the paved walkways to venture deeper into nature, you may find hidden gems—a quiet pond covered in lilypads with a small dock to sit on and dip your feet into the green waters; a romantic pair of swings atop a small knoll overlooking a creek; a shortcut through the trees where even your footsteps are muted by the leaves and dappled sunlight barely reaches your face through the trees above. Here and there you'll find the woods open up to a secluded meadow where the grass is tall and the wildflowers grow thick.

You may also find yourself imagining things just out of reach, like shadowy figures darting from bush to bush, predatory in nature. The phantom call of a crow may echo through the forest's canopy though, like the rest of the city, there is no wildlife to be seen nor heard otherwise. Was that the shout of a woman in the distance, or the cry of a fox? The longer time stretches on, the harder you'll find it is to make your way back out of the treeline, and the trees stretch far above to block out any hope of navigating back to the familiar buildings of the surrounding city. You might want to call for help—if you get find service for your device, that is.



The new park is a permanent location that is open to residents 24/7 as there are no fences nor gates. It's larger than the one new City Hall and has more potential for exploring as well as different features from its cousin. For those that are familiar, it will evoke thoughts of New York's Central Park with its mixture of open areas contrasting with thick woods. Paved walkways, freshwater ponds, picnic areas, and a couple of playgrounds can all be found throughout the park. Along with these, residents may stumble upon other natural and man-made areas such as rocky outcrops, unmarked trails, bicycle paths, fountains, and other things typically found in large urban parks—minus the wildlife. It can be a romantic setting as easily as it can be a horrific one depending on the time of day as well as the company that you keep.

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THEN THE HEAT BROKE, THE NIGHT WAS CLEAR.
» THE FAIR — RIDES & ATTRACTIONS
At 6:00 PM City time on September 19th, the numerous light bulbs of the fun fair burst into blinding color simultaneously, lighting up the darkening sky as loud carnival music slowly churns to life from unseen speakers. The rides all spring into motion, operating on a strict schedule that will allow carnival-goers the time to get on the ride as well as stumble back off after they've had their fun. No one is running the rides that you can see, though they all have the typical podium with an array of buttons that could be used to start and stop the machinery that creaks and groans with age. If you'd like to see what it's like working as a rider operator, you're more than welcome—just make sure you're not making everyone sick.

Due to the fair's small size, the rides are all fairly tame in size and speed. There's a merry-go-round with brightly painted horses to ride along with a handful of mermaids, sculpted hair permanently billowing in the wind. One section at the edge is dedicated to a massive stationary head, evocative of a ventriloquist's dummy, with its mouth gaping open for riders to sit inside, perched on the tongue-shaped bench. For the braver riders, a few other unnerving steeds await, such as a lion with blood dripping from its teeth and claws, a zebra with eight legs, an uncomfortably hairy tarantula, and a gray-skinned creature with its eyeless head split open into a massive mess of razor-sharp teeth. Though the merry-go-round spins at a leisurely pace, staying on if for too long is likely to induce a strange sense of dizziness even after disembarking and attempting to walk it off. The repetitive groan of the pipe organ rings in your ears, hardly helping your disorientation at all though you seek a quiet place to recuperate.

Further along in the fair is a low building comprised of little more than a laminate floor, metal grating roof, and bright red railing that encloses all sides. Strewn about inside are bumper cars, big enough for two if you want to squish in together with a friend, but lacking seatbelts. As you run to find a car you like, you can hear the electricity begin to hum through the roof and spark with the bent antennae of each car as their motors awaken. Loud rock music drowns out the sound of squealing wheels as the drivers begin the arduous task of steering the bumper cars into each other. It's all fun and games at first, but it's easy for a little competition to turn into a grudge match.

The last ride looks like a large metal bowl with steep sides painted dark blue and covered with stars, plantes, galaxies, and a comically simplistic spaceship. The archway standing just in front of the ride's entrance calls it "THE GRAVI-ATOR" with a disclaimer in small print about holding on tightly to personal belongings once on the ride. Stepping into the door cut out in one side, you'll find there are no straps nor seats—everyone should find themselves a comfortable place to lean, preferably in one of the spots that has padding on the walls, because soon the ride will begin to spin and everyone will be pinned down by centrifugal force.


Though they may not be as thrilling as the mechanical rides, there are a few tamer attractions for those seeking a break from the bright lights and loud sounds of the carnival. A hall of mirrors stands to one side of the area, a gaping clown mouth serving as the entrance to the dark building. The laughter and screams from outside are quickly muffled as atmospheric music plays lowly while you try to navigate through a maze of mirrors, many of which distort your appearance. You may see flashes of people that you don't remember seeing come inside, oddly shaped and shadowy where the corners of two mirrors meet. Did you feel someone brush up against you? No, impossible in such tight corridors, but you should probably hurry along to the exit.

There is also, of course, a tunnel of love, though it is a cheap imitation of one. Rather than sitting in a romantic gondola, those interested in going through will do so on foot—a rather daunting task considering that you'll be in the dark once you walk through the heart-shaped door and through the musty red curtains. Still, there's enough time to steal a kiss, or grasp blindly for a hand to hold if you're scared of the dark. Has your lover always had such cold, rough hands? It might be soothing in the muggy warmth you find inside, or maybe it's reason enough to find the way out on your own.



Located in the southern half of the large park is a small fun fair that will open to the public the evening of September 19 with operating hours from 6:00 PM to 11:00 PM City time. Before opening, none of the rides or games will be operational; however, there will be fliers advertising its opening all around the city on billboards and telephone poles, and adventurous characters are able to hop the fence and explore if they so desire. However, they will not be able to turn on any of the rides or games, and will not be able to break into the rides or booths under any circumstances.

Upon opening, there will be a number of rides running themselves on a schedule that allows people time to get on, have some fun, and then get back off again. Though there's something unsettling about the music they play, or maybe how shaky they feel, there's no apparent danger anywhere. Residents are encouraged to enjoy themselves with a group of friends, or maybe a date, and experience all that the fun fair has to offer! The fair will not be open forever, though; its gates will close permanently at 11:00 PM on September 30 and all traces will disappear that night to leave a large, open field behind in the park.

This is a good, ol' fashioned carnival designed to bring together groups of people for thrills and fun. Though there are no overt game mechanics at play, we encourage everyone to get creative and add their own flair to this month's event. If you have any questions about player plots you'd like to run, please revisit the Events & Interactions section of the F.A.Q. and drop us a comment on the mod contact for any additional questions.

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IT SEEMED AN HONOR TO HAVE A MOUTH.
» THE FUN — GAMES & FOOD
The majority of the fair is occupied by stalls full of fair games, their walls and awnings decorated in various themes to match. The shooting gallery is a scene from the American West, cowboys astride horses with a background of cacti and orange rocky mesas. The targets themselves are a variety of desert animals: vultures flying from the roof, lizards skittering along the ground, and coyotes chasing rabbits throughout the middle. A handful of rifles are waiting along the half wall in front, chained and bolted to the wooden surface to keep them from getting carried off, and an array of hats hang above them as prizes displayed for winners. There are the typical cowboy hats, then some pink and green ones, some multi-colored jester hats, and a few that look like uncomfortably realistic rubber masks of faces twisted into horrifying expressions.

The next stall over is as different as can be imagined with psychedelic rainbows, glow-in-the-dark smiley faces, and paint splotches covering all surfaces. Inside is a grid of brightly colored balloons that rain silver glitter once they're popped. Cups of plastic darts lie in wait for those who wish to try their luck to pop five balloons in a row, though the observant will notice there are only four darts per cup. The sides are lined with prizes ranging from sticky fingers, slide whistles, and bouncy balls to an assortment of blow-up weapons such swords, hammers, maces, and frying pans.

Another quintessential carnival game is ring toss, set up in an extra large stall with three open sides for groups to play together if they wish. The bottles are all uniform in size, shape, and their clear color, but if you get a good look at a few, some appear to have items floating inside of them, suspended in glowing liquid. Above, massive stuffed animals hang from every possible section of the ceiling. None of them look quite right, though, such as the smiling bear with an extra row of teeth or the goose with two heads at the end of one floppy neck. The dog is pretty cute, but it's missing an arm and a leg in a way that appears intentional, and that cat has its eyes sewn shut.


Of course, no fair would be complete without food. There are plenty of stalls ready to serve, much like the restaurants in the city, where residents are welcome to swing by for some greasy grub. Corn dogs, fries, funnel cake, pizza, shaved ice, and fried junk food are all easy to find around the carnival. Spread amongst the stalls are popcorn machines playing cheerful music, carts with towering racks of bagged cotton candy, and poles planted in the ground with rainbow lollipops and candied apples sprouting from them. In one corner of the fair where the biggest concentration of food stalls can be found, there is an area of tables with umbrellas for anyone to sit and eat. Food at the fair adheres to it's own unique reset cycle and can be found replenished every evening at 6:00PM just in time for opening.



Despite the potential for danger from the shooting gallery and balloon dart games, both are designed to be as harmless as possible—the bullets are rubber, and the darts are made of plastic. While they will still leave a bruise, there shouldn't be risk of blood loss. The shooting gallery guns are chained in place, unable to be stolen. Removing the darts from their stall will result in thiefs walking in a tight circle that always brings them back in hopes the darts will be restored to their rightful place.

Though the food and games are free, the prizes are not—anyone who attempts to steal prizes without winning the games first will find themselves misplacing their items before leaving the carnival. If residents become aware of this phenomenon and try extra hard to focus on not losing their stolen prize, it will nevertheless slip from their hands and be lost—though a keen eye might see it back in its rightful place at the game stall. If you have the right temperament, this could become a game in and of itself!

Additionally, if there are any fair games or foods that have not been explicitly mentioned above, players are welcome to assume they can be found. Nothing as extravagant as a theme park or amusement park will be present as all of the stalls are designed to be mobile—this is a traveling carnival, after all. Similarly, players are welcome to design their own brand of unsettling game prizes as long as none of them can be used as an actual weapon or to otherwise harm fellow fair-goers.

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WILDCARD.
The city is by no means small, and there are plenty of things for you to see. There's no rush in exploring, so feel free to take your time looking around and peering into various nooks and crannies and alleyways—and don't worry, you're not very likely to find anything peering back.



If none of the above prompts appeal, feel free to check out the Locations and Maps pages and write your own freestyle prompt using one or many of the available locations.

This month's event headers come from "Midsummer" by Louise Gluck.

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horrifictie: source unknown (sensitive build)

walk after dark, piano

[personal profile] horrifictie 2023-09-21 05:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[ PERCEPTION (Hearing) - From a short distance, a melody flows through the air and reaches your ears. Though inebriated, you can easily trace it back to the source.
CONCEPTUALIZATION - My, such a pleasant classic piece. And a pleasant face playing it indeed... conceptually speaking.
SUGGESTION - Compliment his playing if you want to strike up a conversation. People like to be flattered.
]

You're a really good player.

[ Harry says almost dumbly, like it's the most obvious thing to ever come out of anyone's mouth. The song brought him here and that only speaks to how well the man plays it. ]
perfectdevil: (38)

[personal profile] perfectdevil 2023-09-21 06:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, I know that very well.

[ Lestat responds, his body gone absolutely still except for the slight tapping of a fingernail on his lip as he watches Louis closely, trying to gauge his reaction before he speaks. It had been a real toss up between the two colours of shirt, and Lestat had wondered if he should have taken a suit jacket for him instead, so that their figures matched rather than complimenting one another, but... he somehow can't resist the thought of seeing Louis in a little colour, in something floaty and eye catching, dreamy, romantic.... ]

I like being able to pick clothes out for you, to imagine you in them.

[ His tone is a little lower then, somehow, matching the possessive flair in his heart at the thought of lavishing this thing he made in so much finery, seeing people's heads turn and knowing exactly what it is they're thinking, and holding him close on his arm... ]

So don't keep me waiting, hm? Let me see.
immortalpoet: (carmine)

[personal profile] immortalpoet 2023-09-21 07:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[He really doesn't dream, these days.]

[If he does, they're fretful, abstract things. Blood and violence. The warm touch of a child's hand. The bite of snow. A vision full of dots, placing themselves one after the other, into a solid line.]

[He hardly dreams, but he sleeps anyways. A tool needs sleep, too. This body can't run forever.]

[However, even in his sleep, he's aware as anything. Danger doesn't go away just because one closes his eyes. Vergilius feels something shift over him - and as the man moves away, he sits up, suddenly, with red eyes suddenly filled with an eerie light. he thinks it's an attacker, ready to fight him off, but...it's not. It's clearly not, as he watches the man start to walk off.]


...Hey.

[And then he realizes what's on him.]

Did you...give this to me?
luciole: (But if you’re here who’s guarding Hades?)

shooting gallery!

[personal profile] luciole 2023-09-21 07:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, at least save some tickets for everyone else, Heine.

[Lucinda had been watching him clear house at the shooting gallery and it struck her that he was obviously skilled. More than that even.]

Do you know what you're going to spend them on?
kampfgeist: (surprise | oh whoa)

the shooting gallery, pre-vanessa

[personal profile] kampfgeist 2023-09-21 07:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[ heine whistles low, appreciative. it's clear this guy knows his way around a gun, the first person heine has seen at the fair who even approaches heine's own skill level—maybe even exceeds it, if he's being perfectly honest. ]

No thanks, I have my own. [ pointing to the cowboy hat perched on his white hair. this is heine's only take-home from his own go at the fair games, so far; the other tickets he's given away, except for a handful he'll use to bring something home for nill later. ]

You're a good shot.
kampfgeist: (smirk | you can say that again)

[personal profile] kampfgeist 2023-09-21 07:56 pm (UTC)(link)
I have no idea, actually. [ he hasn't even really been thinking about the tickets. probably he'll give some of them away, save a few to get badou and nill each a stupid-looking prize.

he puts the toy pistol away and straightens up, then leans back against the bench where the guns are set up. ]


Why, do you want some? [ he offers a long strand of them out. ] Get yourself something... uh, nice. If there's anything nice in there.
astraphilia: (could barely tear my eyes away)

[personal profile] astraphilia 2023-09-21 08:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Reno's not very strict on the concept of rules anyway, so the idea of playing some kind of loosely blended version of the game is even more interesting to him. he leans on the booth, careful not to crush any trailing plant tendrils, and nods slowly.

if the idea of her turning into a cat is at all surprising to him, he does a good job of not showing it. people are capable of all kinds of things here. ]


Sounds like fun. [ he does, however, have a clarifying question: ] Can we get some boundaries on how far you can run as a cat, though? 'Cause fifteen minutes is a long time to be chasin' you all up and down this whole fair.

[ Reno's DEX bonus is probably +2 too, he's a surprisingly nimble dude, but small creatures can hide in places medium creatures can't! ]

If you win, you get a trinket. If I win, I get...?
swordhardy: (pic#15014846)

[personal profile] swordhardy 2023-09-21 08:12 pm (UTC)(link)
You have organs?

[ Something is not adding up. Mind whirring, he quickly makes up reasons—did it just take on his brother's form? The size does not seem quite right, though? It is about here that he realizes that both of his hands have been arrested, caught behind like a cuffed criminal. He would know considering that he has already been one. ]

Hey, wait a second. What are you trying to pull? I'm not joining your skeleton army. [ remembering that there is still plenty he can do without turning around to look, the daemon steps forward, intending to drag the weight behind along with him through the maze of the haunted house, ] And you're touching me!

[ These double standards. ]
unimportant: (53)

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[personal profile] unimportant 2023-09-21 08:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Yuki is happy to wander the hall aimlessly, not too concerned with getting out or finding the entrance again. It's kind of fun and she *does* like looking at herself (hey again, gorgeous <3) in all shapes and sizes. But then she hears the sound of a crack and decides to head that way, finding the culprit and victim in one shortly after. ]

Hey, are you alright?
fauned: (pic#15696577)

[personal profile] fauned 2023-09-21 08:25 pm (UTC)(link)
( ah, restrictions. smart guy. she's absolutely sparkling with mirth because he's right - she's not above hiding. )

Would you rather I be something else? I'm flexible on that too. Wolf, maybe?

( harder to duck around people, can't hide as well also, but harder to hold onto? maybe? who knows! )

What about I promise not to go out of bounds of the fair? As for your prize -

( a quick look down at herself, then she eventually tugs a ribbon loose off of her wrist. she's got many.. )

Ribbon? Or would you want a kiss as a reward?
swordhardy: (pic#13577208)

[personal profile] swordhardy 2023-09-21 08:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Were he only a mage that could sweep his hand and steal the images knocking around a man's skull. If they were tangible he could break open the skull and pick them out, observe them, to understand the furrow of the stranger's brow and the cloak of melancholy that slopes along his shoulders. It is an idle thought as the man startles. Interesting as it may be, in the end, Rokurou has no investment in what memories the other may be drowning in.

His gaze slides. The man's appearance is not particularly atypical to him; they even have some commonalities. Long dark hair, tanned skin, a solid build. Only the eyes that pierce when he turns his head are a brilliant blue, reminding the daemon of damp ocean spray and the salty smell of morning aboard a wooden ship. The color distracts him for a few beats. Not too long—he nods, shaking the bag again while attention flicks quickly to the set of feline ears and tail. Another daemon? It is not uncommon for daemons to have animal traits, like Dyle the lizard daemon. Dyle's tail can be cut off at will since it will grow back (they had done it, for fun). He doubts that this tail is the same ... but it may be as silky and downy to the touch as a real cat.

Having found another "daemon", Rokurou's gaze softens. His features follow suit, warm with friendliness as he opens the bag to show off all the goods he has brought along. A few boxes of juice, a bottle of water, a few rice balls, and a couple of sandwiches with various meats. ]


I wouldn't have offered if I weren't. [ he turns to scan across the meadow, ] Let's find a good spot to sit and break into them. I don't know about you but I'm pretty hungry.

[ This is not the first person here who has been wary of him. Or in general. However, he knows it is because nothing here is trustworth—the city itself least of all—and not because he is a daemon. Why would a daemon be wary of another daemon, right? So, while sporting usual good cheer, Rokurou heads through the meadow. Looking down, he is careful to not carelessly trample all over the flowers while searching for a spot to settle down.

Walking through kicks up some pollen. He sneezes, a full-body experience where his shoulders hike and his head swings forward. Wild hair becomes even wilder, staggered ends flipping this way and that way with a mind of their own. The bag flies forward and plops sadly somewhere in the flowers.

He sniffs and rubs beneath his nose. Aheheh. ]


Sorry. I'm pretty sensitive ... maybe because there are no bugs?
thefreak: (049)

2

[personal profile] thefreak 2023-09-21 08:39 pm (UTC)(link)
( Dorian isn't the only one finding the music menacing. Don't get him wrong, Eddie loves a good creepy vibe, and Halloween is (in his opinion) one of the best holidays of all time, but he likes manufactured horror, not...whatever this is.

So when Eddie hears Dorian's slightly more upbeat song, he's easily lured in like one of the children to the pied piper. While it might not be Eddie's usual cup of tea, it's certainly preferable to the eerie, discordant sounds that he's been putting up with so far, and by the end, he maybe even happens to be tapping his foot and tapping his hand against his leg along to the beat.
)

It was an honor to be played for! ( Eddie responds cheerfully, giving him a round of applause. ) So, that's a lute, huh? I've seen pictures of them, but never one up close.
thefreak: (149)

ii (catch me if you can)

[personal profile] thefreak 2023-09-21 08:45 pm (UTC)(link)
( look, how often is eddie going to get the chance to make a damn fool out of himself by trying to catch a cat? not that eddie has too many trinkets to his name, but he does offer up one of his rings as ante, specifically the skull he usually wears on his ring finger. if he loses it, who knows? maybe he'll be able to swipe it again at another date.

sliding the ring across the booth, he places his palm over it before she can swipe it.
) Nuh uh uh, not until I lose. Which, by the way, I am excellent at cat wrangling, so you may have met your match.

( and by excellent at cat wrangling, he does mean that he has had experience trying to catch his neighbor's cat every time she attempted to nestle herself underneath eddie's van. he's pretty sure that became a game for the grey tabby. )

--

( ooc: eddie rolled a 2, with a modifier of +1 for a 3. PLEASE HAVE FUN WITH THIS )
immortalpoet: (Default)

[personal profile] immortalpoet 2023-09-21 08:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Hm? Mm.

[A noncommittal grunt is given in reply, even as he's staring down with sunken eyes at the wounds. And then...a shrug, a sigh, and he lets the hand rest at his side.]

[The blood drips on the floor.]


Had worse. I'm fine.
swordhardy: (pic#13862320)

[personal profile] swordhardy 2023-09-21 08:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Rokurou strides over to stand beside her and then rubs his chin in contemplation. True enough, there is no one watching—and there has been no one as far as he can tell. Since the day he arrived in this city there has been no one he could confidently call a local or native. They're all transplants brought by the train. Is it really stealing if it's a free for all? This has been a repeat question. Technically yes, logically no.

Not that it matters. In actuality, he does not particularly care about stealing. Has done plenty of it himself. The main point is that she had not been playing the games, which are perhaps the most interesting part of this whole carnival. Your man here loves competition. Even better when playing with a cute girl. ]


How about we play together? I've tried a few but there are a lot I haven't. I'm learning too, so we can figure out out together. Winning is way more satisfying than stealing. [ a beat, ] If we can't win, we can go back and steal. How about it?

[ He's a gentleman! He compromises! ]
rescinded_vow: (pic#16636524)

[personal profile] rescinded_vow 2023-09-21 08:52 pm (UTC)(link)
I had planned to explore it alone but, perhaps now...I wont have to?

[ Armand's smile is hopeful, body language easy, but something perhaps nervous or tentative in the way he flexes his hands, raising them to fiddle distractedly with the array of rings adorning them. ]

...Unless you would rather wait for your friends response of course.

[ He's drawn a little closer, but still respectful of Will's space, dark eyes intent on his face when they're not flicking to the faire with uncontained excitement. Armand has always been attracted to the curious, those with clumsy emotions much like his own and he gets the sense that this young man hides so much potential that he wants to pull at those strings. ]
unrequite: (17)

[personal profile] unrequite 2023-09-21 09:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Midnight nods, considering both their height, and the frame of the wheel around them, and not at all considering, you know, getting the terminal from his pocket and calling for help instead. Climbing down seems like more fun. ]

Stay in here and keep this door steady, I need to climb on top of it, then onto the cab. I'll pull you up once I'm there, then we use those —

[ — he points to the bars stabilizing the spokes of the wheel — ]

— as a ladder. We get to the bottom, fix the ferris wheel, and make our apologies for the property damage to anyone who might mind the damage. Ready?

[ And once Heine gets that door steady, that's exactly what Midnight does. Because he may be, like, stupid, and also constantly sleep and food deprived, but he's ridiculously physically talented and a pretty clever planner as long as he doesn't have to do any long term thinking. A hand will come down for Heine to pull himself up. Don't worry, doggo, Midnight has enough confidence for the both of them. ]
indwelt: (012)

[personal profile] indwelt 2023-09-21 09:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Thanks Prompto, what a pal.

Even if he knows on a fundamental level what the fair gun is made of (and more importantly: how most carnival game implements are produced to burden the user with an unfair disadvantage), knowing and actually putting into practice that knowledge is a different thing entirely.

With his constructs and his gravity bullets, he has near perfect aim. With this dinky little gun though? Nah, bro. ]


Thank you, but I think I'll get the hang of it with enough practice. Besides, [ he adds with a smile ] watching you put everone else to shame has me all fired up.

[ He may do terribly but at least he'll do his best. ]

I don't think I'll be winning anything for the either of us though.
astraphilia: (and some would scream;)

[personal profile] astraphilia 2023-09-21 09:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[ a wolf would be much easier to find—might scare the other fairgoers, though. Reno's not overly concerned with them, but it would be a shame if she got attacked or something, especially before their game is over. ]

Wolf, or a big dog if ya don't want to scare the fine folks. [ a vague gesture out toward the other people milling around the fair. ] And not outside the bounds of the fair. You've got a deal.

[ the offering of a ribbon makes Reno grin. it's a funny thing to suggest as a prize, which is probably why he likes it so much—the quirk of it is amusing to him, and anyway none of the things they brought with them are valuable in this place. ] Ribbon it is. A kiss if you have enough fun to feel like I earned it.

[ he winks, shameless. ]
deathoftheauthor: (/37)

[personal profile] deathoftheauthor 2023-09-21 10:01 pm (UTC)(link)
( Louis gathers the clothes, draping them over his arm as he goes; he hesitates, an odd anxiety building inside of him, and finally he turns back to Lestat with a soft, almost hopeful look on his face. )

I'll be just a moment. If you like, you can— I'm sure I'll need help with this knot...

( He isn't even entirely sure what he's offering, but he remembers how Lestat would help him dress all those years ago in New Orleans, when kind touches between them were so rare and fleeting. Brushing his missed hair with gentle insults, smoothing the wrinkles from his clothes and the dust from his shoulders, tying his scarves for him. He'd missed it terribly when it was gone. )
bardstorming: (17)

Ferris Wheel :)

[personal profile] bardstorming 2023-09-21 10:02 pm (UTC)(link)
It's not the heights I'm afraid of...

[Dorian sighs looking up at the ride; okay, so, even if something goes wrong, he can just jump out and levitate himself down. But he can't just leave Prompto up there! If he tries to levitate both of them, they'll crash down. Man, this place is making him always think of worst-case scenarios.]

Are you sure we won't get stuck up there?
indwelt: (049)

fair food.

[personal profile] indwelt 2023-09-21 10:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He isn't Midnight, to casually filch french fries off another person's plate without warning, but if someone's going to offer him food of their own will then why not indulge a little?

Welt gives Heine a nod, both in greeting and appreciation, and plucks a few kernels from the top to pop into his mouth. He at least has the good grace to chew and swallow before answering. ]


Pretty high, unless they've invented a popcorn substitute while I wasn't looking. [ Like veggie burgers or vegan cheese or something. ] Enjoying yourself?
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[personal profile] gradenine 2023-09-21 10:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[ you CAN'T tell him what to do!!! ]

Could ask the same thing. Don't these rides usually come with boats?
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closes eyes, also tunnel of love

[personal profile] indwelt 2023-09-21 10:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Look at Roland go, getting it on with all these people in the Tunnel of Love—

Just kidding, no one is getting it on anywhere. If anything, the two men WALKING NEXT TO EACH OTHER (and tragically not even holding hands) look supremely uncomfortable, the music playing enough to make the atmosphere worse instead of better.

You know what would have made this ride better? Boats. But anyway.

Welt clears his throat. ]


So....have you ever been through this ride before?

[ With his dead wife, perhaps?? ]
Edited (mourning my lack of boats tbh) 2023-09-22 02:45 (UTC)
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[personal profile] roofwalker 2023-09-21 10:19 pm (UTC)(link)
( if their mythology is to be believed, ribika do descend from cats. is there something deep within the confines of his brain, vestigial and lost, which responds to the way the bag is shaken almost as if beckoning? it’s not altogether different from how one would try to approach a stray cat, right? an audio cue of the offer of food, to appeal to a hungry stomach to cut down on one’s fight or flight distance. in the end, who can say—whether it’s inherited Pavlovian response, his own, or just a matter of timing, asato’s stomach grumbles. in his eyes, the food that rokurou produces is a feast; it’s been several weeks since his arrival here, and he still struggles to adjust to what he perceives as unfettered bounty. it still feels like a trap to him. but he’s been far too familiar with hunger in his life to deny himself due to unfounded wariness.

kindness, like food, is something hard to come by where asato is from. that he second-guesses rokurou’s offer isn’t a mark on the daemon—it’s merely indicative of asato, of the slow groan of his own preconceived notions as they resist change. no one has ever truly been kind to him but konoe (well, except for perhaps bardo, but the innkeeper had also teased and confounded him in equal measure, so those waters are a bit muddied). but here… he’s not sure if humans are simply inherently kind where cats are not, or if it’s something else. perhaps he will figure out the answer, one day. )


Okay.

( he agrees with the sentiment of not wanting to ruin any of the flowers; he tags along, footsteps as silent as a cat’s as he follows in the wake that rokurou cuts through the tall grass. the sneeze does startle him, though; it seems like it should have startled more, however. birds should have loosed from nearby trees, wings flapping and voices screeching. bugs darting away. the sudden sound fades into the uneasy silence. asato is reminded of how much he dislikes it, how much he mistrusts it, even before rokurou continues. )

Maybe… ( to tell the truth, asato has no idea what he means, but he’s not exactly educated well enough to understand insects’ role in the process of pollenization. he’ll just take the stranger’s word for it. he slips around him to find the bag of food among the flowers and grass, picking it up and returning it to his companion.

were rokurou a ribika in sisa, he would likely be mistaken for someone from asato’s own clan. dark hair, dark markings—these features were technically tied to a doomsday prophecy, so he hides his ears and tail and arm with a heavy cloak while in ransen. it’s nice not to have to do the same here. )


Did you know this place was here? Or did you bring food to the forest and found it on accident?