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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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none of this means what we thought it did;
WE WERE DREAMING, WAITING FOR NIGHT

[ after two months in the city, some things are starting to grow familiar—things like the wide spread of the sky, like all the trees and plants and flowers that grow absolutely everywhere compared to what heine's used to. it's still a little bit unnerving to be so surrounded by greenery, but it's unnerving in a good way if such a thing is possible. at the very least, being out under the sky no longer makes heine's skin feel too tight for his body.

but he's still not really used to it. it still makes him a tiny bit anxious, although he's very good at hiding it, so he really only goes to the park during daylight hours.

sometimes heine heads out to one of the smaller playgrounds in the park, where at least there's some structure outside of just a wild tangle of leaves and branches. there he can be found sitting on one of the swings, definitely a little too close to the ground for his legs, occasionally pushing himself back and forth when he remembers that's what you're supposed to do on a swing. ]

dear broken skin / i am in over my head;
THEN THE HEAT BROKE, THE NIGHT WAS CLEAR

[ heine has no concept of a funfair—this kind of thing just really doesn't exist where he's from. so far it seems... noisy, for the most part, a little smelly from all the food and a lot chaotic. but it doesn't seem dangerous, at least not yet, and although it might be a stretch to describe heine as enjoying himself, he isn't actively having a bad time!

for at least a couple of nights that the fair is open, heine will be wandering around and exploring some of the rides. ]

gravi-ator, accidentally:

[ for most of the "rides," heine has been able to figure out more or less what they do, but this one is proving to be a little bit of a mystery. it's just a round metal shell with nothing much inside, except for the padded panels around its circumference. ]

Is this... what do you do in here? Fight?

[ it would make a terrible cage for fights but heine supposes he's seen weirder things.

please either save him from his own idiocy and/or join him as he finds out the hard way exactly what a gravitron entails. ]

hall of mirrors:

[ this one was a mystery from the exterior; the cannibal clown visage had done very little to clue heine in as to what awaited him inside. (his logic for even entering had been: so far, the truly dangerous things here have been disguised as the mundane; there's almost no way that something that looks so outwardly horrifying would actually be horrifying. right?)

and so far, he's... sort of right. it isn't horrifying the way the mall or bank had been, but it's horrifying in its own way, which is a) forcing heine to look at himself a lot, and b) putting him in close quarters with other people.

although he's doing a very good job of controlling his reflexes, anyone who comes up on him by surprise may find themselves either narrowly dodging a reflexive elbow or hearing a creative series of curses as heine tries to calm the racing of his heart. ]

tunnel of love:

[ this one seems straightforward. a heart-shaped door? a set of red curtains?

heine puts his hands on his hips and stares at the ride, then turns away and says, ]

Absolutely the fuck not.

the day folds over and begins again;
IT SEEMED AN HONOR TO HAVE A MOUTH

[ after some various misadventures with the rides, heine will make a strategic retreat to the less-mechanical areas of the fair that are less likely to make his soul leave his body. ]

fair food:

[ holding a cardboard bucket of buttery popcorn, the kernels almost comically large, heine takes a seat facing outward on one of the picnic benches so he can watch people go by. so far, his impression of fair food is that it bears more than a passing resemblance to food from his own world—that is to say, about 95% synthetic but tastes weirdly good all the same.

feel free to join him, he'll offer to share his popcorn (there's no way he can eat it all by himself). whether or not the offer is accepted, heine asks, ]

What do you think are the odds this actually came from corn?

[ ya boi has never met popcorn before in his life. ]

shooting gallery:

[ heine is so good with guns that it's kind of annoying, actually.

the thing is that he was raised to be proficient with, like, every type of gun that einstürzen could get her hands on, up to and including rifles. plus, he's always preferred the classics. so for at least part of the night, heine can be found at the shooting gallery absolutely cleaning house, racking up ticket after ticket for prizes.

depending on when you find him there, he may or may not be wearing a blue-trimmed cowboy hat.

but he's not a total dick, so if he notices anyone waiting he'll step back to say, ] Sorry—go for it.

dear caged thing / there was something about you;
WILDCARD

[ i am 100% down for anything! here is heine's plotting comment if you want to hash something out, or you can hit me up at maehwa or maehwas on discord. or just fling something at me, i don't care, i'm like the wall spaghetti sticks to i will work with it! ]

tbd

We could probably drop down from... There.

[ They've already forced the doors of their cab open, because why not? It was a pretty simple steel latch, and forcing it loose was a simple task for two men with (slightly nerfed but still adequate) superhuman strength and half a braincell between them. Now Midnight's standing at the edge of the car, holding onto the edge of the door and pointing at a bar near the bottom of the wheel. ]

We just need to climb down first. [ Midnight looks at the frame of the wheel, pondering possible routes, then looks over at Heine. ] I can do that. You?

[ to be totally honest, heine doesn't love heights—being up this high and unsecured is like a bad memory waiting to happen. but he also doesn't love the idea of being stranded at the top of the ferris wheel because some chucklefuck at the bottom thought it would be a good idea to touch the stop button, so heine is willing to overcome the distaste for heights in the name of getting his feet on solid ground.

he leans out next to midnight to look down at the place he's indicating. it sure is down at the bottom there, and that's going to be a lot of climbing. good thing heine knows his limitations so well—that's how he knows he's good for it. ]

I can do that. [ the corner of his mouth tugs with a faint, wry smile. ] As long as they don't turn it back on. Got a route in mind?

[ 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. ]

heine rammsteiner | dogs: bullets & carnage

( closed ) — nill

wildcard; at the top of the fucking ferris wheel;

hell fucking yeah

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shooting gallery!

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fair food.

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playground!

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Fair Food

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gravi-ator

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