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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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Lestat de Lioncourt | The Vampire Chronicles

[personal profile] perfectdevil 2023-09-20 04:12 am (UTC)(link)
last night i took a walk after dark.
[ The addition of a new park is something Lestat can't quite decide if he's happy with, just yet. Of course, it doesn't really matter if he's happy or not, The City clearly has a mind of its own that couldn't care less for the wishes of the famed Vampire Lestat, but nevertheless he considers his personal thoughts on this change, and they are as follows: He would have preferred a Costco. A big gigantic building full of everything a mortal - or immortal, though he's sure they're not quite ready to make that part of their branding - could dream of, easily accessible under one roof and always a place for vibrant conversation. Though, with a sigh, he supposes even Costco would lose its charm the same way the supermarkets in this city have, by now. Everything is simply too big and too empty, and this great maw of open grassland only makes that more painfully obvious.

He still spends time there, obviously, in this new humongous park in the hours when the sun has gone down. He's no brute who craves modern comforts, he still longs for and basks in the joy of grass under his hands and the sparkling dappled light of running water. But there's certainly some charm lost for a park at night, with no wildlife venturing out once the humans have retired to bed, no wayward vagabonds setting fires in the planes of grass, no teenagers making out under the stars....

➤ Perhaps you'll find him taking a walk by himself on one of these nights, a thin pair of headphones over his ears, his gait slow and meandering, humming whatever tune is playing from the little cassette player in his hand.

➤ Or the night after, when he's found a piano by one of the crossroads and has sat at it with the familiarity of coming home to an old friend, his large white hands spreading across similarly white keys, and bringing forth a surprisingly uplifting song that, should you comment on it, he will assure you sounds much better when played on the violin.

➤ Or, on another night, he might have company already; a slender man in a woollen sweater and smart pants, and Lestat will be trying desperately to get him to even step one foot onto the sandy stretch of ground that makes up the children's play area, to just try the slide before he writes it off as something ridiculous, why not the rocking horse then, or the climbing frame??? If he sees you, he will almost definitely call out to you to ask for help making his stubborn companion have a little fun. ]
a swingin' place called palisades park.
[ Lestat has never been to a funfair before, or at least not one with this level of of flashing lights and sounds; immediately it reminds him of being up on stage and the thick cloying heat of the spotlight as the speakers all but deafened the crowd. If he closes his eyes he can smell sweat and leather, booze and the crush of bodies... and yet when he opens his eyes there is only eerie music and rickety looking rides, permeated by a faint steam about the air that smells like sugar and fat. The fairgrounds of his time were much more likely to be wooden shacks and the odd coconut shy, a travelling animal circus and perhaps a musical ensemble to wile away the evening. This is, very obviously, quite different from that but he can't say that he minds too much.

➤ If your character is lingering outside without anyone to join them through the gates, it's very safe to assume that you won't go unnoticed in Lestat's radar, and soon he'll be insisting on accompanying you inside. Should you need company for the evening he's happy to take you on whatever ride you'd like to try, and if your eyes catch sight of a prize you'd like to be won you can bet your ass he'll play the game to death so he can win it for you.

➤ Once inside, he gazes around at the series of attractions like a child might; his silver eyes reflecting every shimmer of the lights around him until they seem to be glowing in their refraction. He doesn't know where to start, and so naturally he'll find the first person he can, and ask for their recommendation.

➤ Sitting next to Lestat on a ride is a relatively lucky place to be, all things considered. Nothing, in his opinion, can be more frightening than he is, so if it's a steady hand you need or a reassuring word, he's your guy. Just try to ignore how cold he is, and try not to stare too much. ]


to have some fun and see what i could see.
[ The rides are fun but not so much fun that Lestat wants to give any of them a second turn, and after spending an entire evening sampling every single one, he feels pretty much satisfied as far as they are concerned. The area of the funfair that interests him the most are the quaint little games lined up in their organised rows of huts, each one sporting an array of hanging prizes to be won alongside vague instructions for success.

There's shooting games, games requiring accuracy, tests of strength, challenges of luck, and so much more. A few of them are timeless classics - the hoopla stand complete with its painted wooden sticks and rings, the skeeball stand, the stack of tin cans and the ball to knock them down with - but others he has never seen in his life, and it's these uncommon sights that attract his attention first.

➤ You might be minding your own business when Lestat catches you by the elbow and urges you to take part in a game with him - it's the one where two players must compete to spray the most water at a target in order to fill up a reservoir and win the prize. There's a certain sparkle in his eyes and an intensity about his plea that will make it incredibly difficult to say no to him. Come on, it's just one game, it's not like he'll catch you in a loop of playing this same game over and over again until he wins.

➤ His favourite stand by far is the one set off to the back, hosting a range of fabulous costumes and a hand-painted scenery background set up before a large polaroid camera. There are ballgowns, evening dresses, cowboy hats and spurs, great towering pompadour wigs, fairy wings, dark velvet cloaks and plastic fangs (which he finds very amusing), and a whole array of other outfits of varying styles and from a range of time periods. He's already picked out an outfit for himself - a jewel blue frock-coat with golden trims, a matching long waistcoat, dark knee-length breeches, woollen socks and shining black shoes - and a similar one in different shades for the demure looking man in his company. He's halfway through tying a lace jabot around his throat when he sees you looking on in interest. His eyes will flash in recognition and, regardless of whether you're interested in dressing up or were simply marvelling at the outlandish style of the French aristocracy, he will drag you over to pick something out and offer to be your photographer.

➤ He can't actually eat any of the food, but like an alien crash-landed onto Earth he is fascinated with the whole process. Of course, it's much less involved here than the food carts he's seen back in Miami - the carts kind of just stay full and are completely ignorant to the distinct lack of attendants to refill or monitor their progress - but he remains enticed nonetheless. The cotton candy, in particular, is a machine he marvels at; now and again sticking his finger into the cone covered with plastic and drawing it out covered in sticky strings of pink spun sugar.

➤ He's also very taken with the shaved ice machine, and this will be the only time he attempts to take any human food into his mouth. Theoretically it's just water and flavouring, so he reasons it can't possibly be too repulsive. But then, the look on his face after he laps his tongue out and into the blue tinted cone in his hand says more about his reaction than words ever could. He looks utterly disgusted, like he's just licked a boot that had just been fished out of the river and left to bake in the sun for a week. He dumps the cone unceremoniously into a nearby trash can with a mixed expression lingering somewhere between horror and disappointment. ]
that's where the girls are.
[ wildcard totally fine with me!! you're welcome catch lestat literally anywhere in the course of his actions over the next few days. he is free and easy B^) although one of the nights he spends at the fairground he will be on a very serious first date with his companion of 200+ years, so if you'd like CR with lestat AND louis (imagine, two vampires for the price of one... a vampire sandwich, some may say) then please just assume louis is Also There. :)

if none of these work for you and you'd like to do some fairgrounds shenanigans with a vampire man, find me at [plurk.com profile] mirobug, PM or hit up my ooc comment for plotting! feel free to also just link me your toplevel at any of those three places and i will Zoom! i am very excited about this plot haha, can you tell. :')
Edited 2023-09-20 04:28 (UTC)
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todoroki shouto | my hero academia

[personal profile] hairsplit 2023-09-20 04:44 am (UTC)(link)
TUNNEL OF LOVE.

( the carnival here, in this city, feels similar to the school festivals that would occur back home. of course, many of these rides and games and even snacks are reminiscent of a different place, and not necessarily japan: still, there's a lot to look at, and though he's not usually the type to enjoy places that are loud and chaotic, there's likely something to be gleaned from this experience. if nothing else, he can at least confirm whether or not the strange presences from the mall exist here, too.

it's the sign for the tunnel of love that has him most perplexed--a hall of mirrors makes sense, and a merry-go-round makes sense, and even a shooting gallery makes sense, but a 'tunnel of love' seems both foreboding and terrifying in its own right. he's watched a few couples head inside, but past the old red door, there's only darkness. is it some kind of haunted house, then?

with his arms folded against his chest, he waits outside the attraction, wondering. gently, then, quiet and so as not to disturb, he wonders to the next person that comes by: )


...Do you have to be in love? To go through...the tunnel of love. ( it seems like it would make sense, anyway. )


GOLDFISH SCOOPING.

( although many of the games are unfamiliar to him, there are a few that make more sense than others. balloon darts, for example, or the ring toss: he'd looked up at those strange prizes and decided to avoid those games, for now, as though not entirely certain that he should be taking home any of those creatures. some of them remind him of the creatures he experienced inside the 'create a creature' store in the mall--and he definitely doesn't feel any better now, seeing them stuffed and waiting for eager hands.

so, instead, he wanders towards the quieter side of the gaming alley. here, further away from the steady pop of rubber bullets or the crack of balloons exploding, are a few easier games, or ones that are geared towards a younger crowd. among them is a game that he's played before as a child, going to festivals in japan: the goldfish catching game, a large, cold tank of water set out along the ground and buckets of paper scoopers that are meant to be used to fish up the fish.

of course, as he crouches down by the tank, he realizes that the items in the tank are not goldfish--most of them are plastic toy fish, wriggling by some battery-powered motor, but some of the fish have legs, some of them have the heads of other animals, some of them are just blobs of colored plastic. with a faint frown, he picks up a paper scoop and dips it down into the water. like it or not, he does want to catch at least one. )



BUMPER CARS.

( one of the many things he'd never really considered about adulthood: getting his driver's license.

after all, is there really much of a use for it? not only is it expensive to get, but he can already get around fairly easily by public transportation; more than that, of course, is the ability his quirk gives him, skating quickly across cement via ice. then again, he's always thought that some of the other pro heroes looked really cool while driving, and his father rarely drives...

well, this can be practice, then. waiting patiently for the gate to open, he heads out into the bumper car track, neck craning to look up as a crack of electricity seems to bolt through the whole device. it's not quite dangerous yet, but he does wonder about the age of this ride; solemnly, he picks a bright blue car, hopping over the side of it and sliding down to sit.

hopefully he's not about to endure this round alone: with quick, curious eyes, he glances around as he watches others come into their cars. maybe it's someone he knows, or maybe not: but either way, he'll give a quick, polite bow of his head, addressing them calmly. )


Do you know what you're doing? ( because outside of video games, he doesn't. )


OOC & WILDCARD.

feel free to hit me with something random, i'm open to all prompts! alternately, feel free to send me a PM and i can write us something closed.
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prompto argentum / final fantasy xv

[personal profile] burstmodes 2023-09-20 04:51 am (UTC)(link)
the fair — shooting range
[ by the time he manages to find a game he likes, it's much later in the evening than he realizes. 

prompto had spent a good hour or so just wandering around, pausing to take pics of the lights, of certain people and their silhouettes against the backdrop of the carnival. nice things to remember; the city can't be all that bad. at least, that's the lie he tells himself as he makes his way down the gaming alley. it's sort of strange to still see no one attending the rides or games, but the fake guns with their fake bullets call to him. despite having no rules, prompto figures it's the same as any other: knock as many targets down as fast as possible. 

he feels the weight of the gun in his hands, noticing that it's slightly heavier where it shouldn't be. probably causes the shot to pull to the side.
 
aiming the weapon, one-handed even, he proceeds to knock over every target without so much as a pause, blink, or breath. then, exhaling, he grins and places the gun back in its holster, clearly happy with himself. ]
 

Hah! Still got it. [ said to himself before he turns to whoever is behind him, embarrassed but owning it regardless. ] You wanna give it a shot? 

[ yes, that was an intentional pun. ]

the fair — rides
[ after making his rounds of the games, it's difficult to ignore the allure of the other entertainment the fair has to offer. 

at the merry-go-round, he opts to take anyone's pic before they get on the ride, several different shots either sitting on their camera roll or sent to them from prompto's own. afterwards, he takes a turn or two on the carousel, mostly keeping to himself but more than friendly if anyone recognizes him or is close enough to strike up conversation. afterwards, he goes to one of two places: 
( a ) the gravitron, which he rides with an excited enthusiasm that doesn't quite follow because he's a bit wobbly stepping off. leaned over and hands on his knees, he shakes his head if someone approaches with a quiet "not sure i'm feelin' all that great". 

( b ) the ferris wheel, standing in line for a while before he's finally able to snag a seat. it's still questionable how this works without someone operating it, but he only turns his attention to whoever is sharing the car with him and says "hope you're not afraid of heights". especially since they're going to be up high enough to see all of the park.

after the rides, he begins the decent trek to the subway in order to go back to his apartment. ]

wildcard.
[ if there's something anyone would rather do with prompto, feel free to hit me up and we can figure it out! open to pretty much whatever, even just random city shenanigans or hanging out. his plotting comment for the event is here! or i'm available through pm or @ [plurk.com profile] overcasts c: ]
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aerith gainsborough — final fantasy vii remake

[personal profile] bloomly 2023-09-20 04:53 am (UTC)(link)
TUNNEL OF LOVE.

( the whole place reminds her of something out of a magazine, the pictures and advertisements of places she's seen like the gold saucer: where it's a party all the time, lights and music and bright noises and laughter erupting from different rides and attractions. of course, there's nothing like chocobo racing or battle tournaments in this little carnival, but even so, there's an excitement to the air that she enjoys. given the solemn, quiet vibe of the city itself, this feels like a splash of immediate color into an otherwise somber-grey painting.

for now, she finds herself staring up at a rickety old heart-shaped door, the paint all rusted and the handles dubiously polished. she's heard of romantic things like this: they even have heart-shaped paddleboats in some of the towns outside midgar, and costa del sol has plenty of romantic adventures for those seeking companionship, but it's her first time experiencing a 'tunnel of love'. immediately, of course, she's on the lookout for someone to accompany her--

--and, as the next unlucky contestant, aerith will immediately saddle up to the next person to admire the ride, too, looping her arm playfully in through the crook of an elbow. )


Let's go. We're in love, now. ( brightly, clearly teasing: but the raise of her brows says you're not going to turn me down, are you? )


SHOOTING GALLERY.

( of course, marveling over the rides is a great way to pass the time, but there appear to be plenty of games here, too. gravitating towards one she thinks might be interesting, she dips her head in to watch a round be played. it seems simple enough: use the rifle, shoot the moving targets. waiting patiently for her turn, she approaches the booth, reaching for one of the guns and giving it a gentle, testing pull. it's chained to the wall--that makes her feel a little bit better about things.

squinting, she lines up the rifle with the end of the booth, considering; but of course, she isn't the only one playing, and she isn't the only one looking somewhat curiously at the prizes that line the outside of the booth. with a grin, she lifts a hand away from the gun to wave at someone nearby. )


Hey, hey. Tell me which one you want, I'll win it for you. ( squaring her shoulders, she gives her very best imitation of a SOLDIER, knees pressed together, arms stiff, gun expertly poised. ) I was in training to become a military girl, so. I'll be great at it.

( this is absolutely a lie, but it's a teasing, well-meaning one. could she have endured SOLDIER training? absolutely not. )


MERRY-GO-ROUND.

( this is perhaps a ride that she's more familiar with: there's the faint sound of twinkling music coming from somewhere inside the machine at the center, music that will surely change once all the potential riders have chosen their steeds for the round. perplexed, she laces her hands together at her back as she wanders the perimeter of the ride; some of these creatures seem familiar enough, but some of them are ghoulish and garish and a little scary, the sort that might terrify a young child, or someone even older. after a moment, she decides to go through with her first choice: she picks a stately-looking zebra with seven legs, one of them broken off cleanly at the hoof as though it had tried to actually run away.

crossing through to her zebra, she hooks a boot into the stirrup and forces her way up to the top. somehow, sitting on the zebra, the ground feels further away than it had before; with a nervous laugh, she winds her arms around the pole that grounds the animal down into the floor of the carousel. )


Okay! Okay. Let's do this! ( she bounces a little in her seat, trying to get comfortable: of course, there are other riders around her, and she tries to make eye contact, offering a reassuring sort of smile. )

Do you want to race? ( teasingly, as the carousel starts to creak to life. ) What's the name of the thing you're riding?


COTTON CANDY FINGERS.

( of course, no trip to a carnival--or a fair, or the entertainment district, or the gold saucer--would be complete without food.

carefully, she walks between all the various food booths, noting the kind of snacks that are available. some are things that smell delicious, but sound strange; what would a corn dog consist of, perhaps some kind of hot dog made of corn? a blooming onion is really just an onion cut to look like a flower, right? however, it's the cotton candy that catches her eye, immediately going up to the counter and waiting, as though perhaps this will be the one place in the city where money matters.

it doesn't. with a faint smile, she reaches to gently free a cone of pink cotton candy from the shelf, holding it carefully in one hand. as she draws away, she tugs at a tuft of cotton candy to put it into her mouth; when she draws her fingers away, they look strange, colored faintly red and sticky. )


...Is this right? ( she's going to gently bother the next person she sees, jutting out her arm to put her sticky, seemingly blood-soaked fingers in near someone's face. ) Is this what it's supposed to look like, after eating this...?


OOC & WILDCARD.

feel free to hit me with something random, i'm open to all prompts! alternately, feel free to send me a PM and i can write us something closed.
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Will Byers | Stranger Things

[personal profile] willtheunwise 2023-09-20 05:01 am (UTC)(link)
OOC | Closed starters below!
If you want to hit him up come chat about it at my OOC plotting comment or send a PM and we’ll come up with something!
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DON QUIXOTE | LIMBUS COMPANY

[personal profile] icanfixer 2023-09-20 05:01 am (UTC)(link)
a. the various misfortunes of don quixote, in which lady luck favors her in most ways save for winning prizes at the fair games
And... there!

[ except the ring flies off the bottle tip, or the bullet just doesn't strike true, there's a lot of fair games and don is failing just enough in all of them that she seems either downright unlucky or plain bad at games. ]

Oo~h! Verily, I had thought I had it that time! [ ugh. what's the point of... anyway, she's going to give a look around and--

you. ]
Prithee! I wish to win a few prizes, but I am falling just short of my goal; perhaps thy hand will be better suited!

[ aka please win some games for her she's really not gonna be doing well. ]


b. the tale of young don quixote who finds herself in the house of mirrors, and the trouble it brings her
I have never seen myself at so many angles...

[ well, not necessarily true -- there had been the drones from k corp, but who's counting. anyway, she doesn't really Like all the faces of herself she sees (there's memories to it, there's the people she is and isn't and is and isn't and) but breaking glass wouldn't be good when she's lost as she is.

it is pretty fun to pass by people though and see them jump, even if she's jumpy herself. if she catches sight of you she's whirling with a fist ]


c. other moments of don quixote's free time at the carnival, which are not bound to any one person
[ mostly a wildcard. she's there literally every day from the moment it opens to the night it closes, and she's going to be very sad when it simply disappears the next. the junk food at the carnival is her favorite part, so she'll happily chow down on that no matter how bad it is for her.

if there is!!! anything else!!! just hmu through PM or [plurk.com profile] sundrymunity and we'll be golden ]
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For @rescinded_vow

[personal profile] willtheunwise 2023-09-20 05:04 am (UTC)(link)
[ The fairground is an interesting sight, Will has to admit that even if it does make the low-level anxiety that has been near constant since the bank doors slammed closed worse. He’s stood under the glow of a street light, idly picking a splatter of paint on the cuff of his flannel while he contemplates.

He intended to wander around the newly opened part of the city and strictly not enter anywhere, not participate in anything weird like creepy mummy’s offering fortunes and definitely not touch anything with his name on it. He can’t hole up and hide forever, he’s going to lose his mind more than he already feels like he has but that doesn’t mean he had to take unnecessary risks. And yet…

Something is alluring about going in, sure it could be the start of any number of horror movie tropes, killer clowns come to mind though that’s more circus than fairground, he’s seen enough horror both on screen and in real life to be suspicious, plus he’s been through and heard enough in the city to feel like his suspicions are justified.

He pulls his phone out of his pocket and opens his messages. Miu is likely already around, Robby might be, and if he does decide to throw caution to the wind he’d rather do it accompanied by someone he trusts, which they have both earned a little of by hearing him out when he came out and offering help if needed. There’s also the option to message Peter but Will feels like it’s unlikely he’s here, considering that the bank incident did what he can conclude was as much of a number on him as it had Will he’s likely staying away. Which Will would if he were smart, but he’s not convinced he wants to be because as ominous as it is when something like this springs up out of nowhere it’s a glimmer of something less boring than hiding away. He feels weird about messaging any of them to ask if they’re around because what if they are and think he’s being a baby but what if they’re not and they think he’s stupid for even entertaining the idea and what if he is either or both of those things?

He shifts anxiously, rocking on the balls of his feet, nervousness emanating into the dark and almost manages to lose his balance, awkwardly fumbling to stop himself either dropping his phone or falling over. He glances around to see if anyone saw his fumble and then looks back at the fair again, tangled in the anxiety of a million terrible outcomes and unable to decide whether to stay or go. ]
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For @blackwaterchild

[personal profile] willtheunwise 2023-09-20 05:06 am (UTC)(link)
Wills bag is already stuffed full of fairground winnings, gifts mostly, which are going to be treasured, but he can’t resist the allure of knowing that there are crane machines. One of his friends already taught him how to win on them when they were younger and there had been a very wonky looking stuffed tiger that he absolutely had to have, which took an embarrassing amount of tries to finally win which lives on his dresser at home now. Unless it got shot to pieces, which isn’t something he wants to think about when the fair has actually been proving itself to be fun, much better than the stupid bank and the spooky dead welcome party.

He’s so laser focussed on finding the claw machines and seeing what’s in them and then winning things he doesn’t need regardless of quality that he almost doesn’t spot Miu until he’s almost next to her.

There’s a small flash of guilt because he gave her his contact details and said they’d talk but he didn’t exactly follow through because the whole previous month feels like a fever dream but he doesn’t let that deter him from closing the space and stepping up beside her.

“Hey, sorry I dropped off the planet, wanna come watch me get annihilated by crane games?” He asks by way of hello.
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For @perfectdevil

[personal profile] willtheunwise 2023-09-20 05:09 am (UTC)(link)
[ Having ended up alone Will made his way to the fun fair games, he’s going to muck about for a bit and see if he comes across anyone he knows because there does seem to be a fair few residents checking the place out and at least a few of the people he’s come to consider friends must be here somewhere. If he was using his brain he’d remember that he could just message them and find out but he’s a little dazed by the events of the evening and not used to having something in his pocket to contact people that isn’t a walkie that he would have to broadcast and hope somebody picks up.

He’s managed to find the shooting range and while the guns don’t seem to contain harmful bullets he has some experience with shooting and it might be interesting to see if he still knows what he’s doing since the last time he held a gun he didn’t end up managing to pull the trigger.

He picks up one of the guns and tries to remember how to shoot without hearing his fathers voice. He takes his time, lines the shot up, makes sure his hands are steady and fires only to miss absolutely spectacularly. He tries again until he’s run his patience out and wonders what Lonnie would say if he could see his sons incredibly poor performance. Nothing nice that’s for sure.

Will manages however to quietly laugh at himself, placing the gun down and digging for his cigarettes. He’s already got one out and lit before he turns and realises there’s somebody else nearby who probably just witnessed how terrible he is at shooting and that’s just embarrassing but he tries to play it off giving the incredibly handsome, like rockstar handsome, stupidly good looking, goddamnit, stranger a grin and a shrug, waving his cigarette nonchalantly ]


I don’t think I’m cut out for shooting.
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b.

[personal profile] unrequite 2023-09-20 05:56 am (UTC)(link)
Oof.

[ It's a good punch — no, an excellent punch, a well practiced strike — and Midnight, though he stays standing, winces a bit, sucking his lost breath back in.

He looks down at Miss Don. She, presumably, looks up at him. He makes a split second decision.

He suddenly staggers back, hits the mirror at his back and slides to the floor, hand clutched over a completely imaginary wound over his heart, the back of his other hand pressed in a faint over his forehead. ]


Oh! Oh! Alas, for I have been cruelly slain!

[ .... he's roleplaying now. ]
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[personal profile] icanfixer 2023-09-20 09:20 am (UTC)(link)
[ she does, in fact, look at him in clear surprise, and then that continues when her gaze lowers to him dramatically on the ground, mind taking a moment to register his antics as it switches from habitual survival to play, and don relaxes as she comes to kneel beside him, hands hovering. ]

Oh, thy poor fellow! Forgive this knight for her hand, for she had not meant to slay thee so -- how may I revive thee, so that we may traverse these halls together?!
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hirofumi yoshida / chainsaw man

[personal profile] appendages 2023-09-20 01:03 pm (UTC)(link)
ATTRACTIONS.
JUST YOUR (ALLEGED) AVERAGE TEEN AT A FAIR.
HAUNTED HOUSE [ if there was anyone who was comfortable with the prospect of analyzing every nook and cranny of this new place, it was yoshida. even with the already eerie vibes this place, as with any place in the city provided, he does not appear to be daunted by it in the slightest. he's ventured into the haunted house, if just because it seemed like it would be one of the most mysterious places on principle.

but, since he's entered, he constantly gets the feeling he isn't alone.

he isn't the type to be particularly paranoid, but at times, he almost feels like a presence is just mere inches away from grabbing his hand or touching him on the shoulder. hence, he readily decides on the easiest solution.

the next time, he feels the presence of another person, he reaches out and grabs them by the wrist.
] Got you. [ which might honestly be horrifying for the other party all things considered, especially as yoshida tends to blend in the dark with his black shirt and pants. ]

TUNNEL OF LOVE. [ maybe it was willing, maybe it was coercion, or perhaps, you simply made your way on a boat and yoshida just happened to be there. unfortunate for you. as if to explain why he's here, he eventually says: ] This morning I woke up and I wanted to see the water. [ this is about to be the start of the longest ride in the tunnel of love ever.

or maybe, it's been a minute already, and he opens this up with:
] Hopefully we don't get stuck here. [ why would anyone say this? who knows. but, as far as his experiences go, isn't that how it goes? it happened at the aquarium back at home and then the mall here. as far as he knows, anything can happen anywhere. idk they can get stuck together i guess. maybe swim back. ]

TUNNEL OF LOVE - PT. 2 [ it's a few seconds on the ride when suddenly, he feels some sort of contact on his knee. it's heavy, heavier than a hand and he doubts it's his present company, but seeing as how there's no one else around, he speaks quietly: ] Do you mind? [ he seems to be thinking of how to reject them, his hand on his chin, before he looks down and sees there's no one's hand? hm. interesting. ]

GAMES & FOOD.
IT'S PRONOUNCED CREME CARAMEL.
PRIZE. [ at least all these games seemed to be aligned with what would typically expect from a fair or even a smaller scale amusement center for kids. while he's not exactly motivated to participate, he figures if it's here, there's no real loss in attempting to see what it's all about. besides, he was pretty used to going with the flow, and what's more important than curbing your curiosity here?

hence, as soon as someone steps beside him, he tilts his head to the side:
] Should I win something for you? [ albeit, this definitely won't be for free, but he doesn't exactly open with that, either. ]

WILDCARD!
[ i am v. flexible and open to anything, but if you want to plot something specific out, feel free to hit me up on my plotting comment. ]
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closed to denji.

[personal profile] appendages 2023-09-20 01:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[ despite the trials and tribulations denji has had with dating in this place, for the most part, they fall right back into routine. maybe it's the 2 am conversation about [redacted] that lifts his mood, or maybe it's the fact that humans themselves are simply creatures of habit. it isn't like they knew anyone else here, and maybe that crafted a sense of camaraderie. though, seeing denji scaring down one festival food to another, he almost doubts.... he has those sorts of considerations at all. as usual, yoshida falls silent in awe of how denji can remain so true to himself even in an entirely new environment.

is he impressed or is he just being constantly reminded of the time he interrogated denji. his brows furrow slightly in thought, before he returns back to usual casual demeanor. he holds out a churro and funnel cake to denji.

he's also holding an iced coffee in his other hand, which seems to be enough for him even now.
] You didn't need utensils, right? [ well, he wouldn't need it for the churro but when did denji... ever use utensils or eat food the way god intended. never. ]
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tunnel of love.

[personal profile] indwelt 2023-09-20 04:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It's not that he has any real interest in romance, in finding love or a brief few weeks of spontaneous passion (he's far too old to be susceptible to all-consuming lust, for one), but no trip to the fair would be complete without a trek through all the rides and he's not about to risk a completely index of experiences just because he thinks something might not suit.

Besides, he likes Yoshida (but who doesn't he like, really). There are worse people to be stuck with on a meandering ride like this. ]


After the mall, that's not an unreasonable thing to think. [ Unfortunately. But he says it with a small smile, apparently unconcerned. ] Do you know how to swim?
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Miu Hinasaki | Fatal Frame V

[personal profile] blackwaterchild 2023-09-20 04:21 pm (UTC)(link)
A. THEN THE HEAT BROKE, THE NIGHT WAS CLEAR.

[Well of COURSE she's going to poke around the carnival. It doesn't matter that every place they've investigated has been weird in some way-- at least it's interesting.

Besides, it looks fun! And...surprisingly fairly tame? She eyes the merry-go-round in some mix of amusement and bafflement, before choosing a horse to sit on and ride around in circles a couple times. It's kind of soothing, up until she starts feeling weird about it all. When the ride stops she hops down and stumbles off, only managing to make it a few feet before she straight up faceplants on the ground.

She lays like that for a solid minute, wishing for the world to stop spinning, and waves a hand if she hears someone approach
]

Don't. Just leave me here to die. My pride is too wounded to survive this.

B. IT SEEMED AN HONOR TO HAVE A MOUTH

[Once recovered from her embarrassing tumble, Miu has sought out something easier: getting other people to do the work for her.

So she hangs around the games, making big eyes and fluttering eyelashes at anyone who lingers near. Her tone is more cutesy when she speaks, hands pressed in a praying gesture as she asks:
] Hey, hey! Can you win me a prize? Pretty please?

[Why does she need and/or want one? Who knows! But how can you say no to that pouty, pleading face??]

C. Wildcard!

obligatory wildcard. I'll match whatever RP format anyone else uses!
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fearne calloway ♡ critical role

[personal profile] fauned 2023-09-20 04:52 pm (UTC)(link)
 ✦ i.
( someone has clearly been waiting for this, judging by how she can't seem to decide just where it is she wishes to settle.

in case anyone was wondering why some of the rides keep starting and stopping or perhaps going more haphazardly than it should - there might be a green-haired busybody pressing every button she could find within her reach. she's not taking anything, but by god are the people on those rides sure not going to like her after if they see who's responsible for their wild ride! she will do this to absolutely every single ride she sees. it's like a video game! with people involved! not that she knows what video games are!

or perhaps you spot her conjuring a thorny vine in her hand, using it as a whip to coil around one of the prizes dangling from up above and yanking it towards her to join the two others she has sitting by her hooves. she keeps losing them. how weird!

at some point she'll also be going through the snacks. there's probably a smear of chocolate on the corner of her lip and a pink cowboy hat sitting precariously on her head because of her horns. it's silly. this whole thing is silly but by god is she having a great time. she might even ask to try yours if it looks particularly yummy?? she's definitely eyeballing it like she might take a bite anyway regardless of what you say.

... and unfortunately for everyone involved, she's not particularly shy. if she sees there's room to join someone on a ride, she will squeeze herself in there with you whether you wanted company or not. say hi to your new seat buddy!
)

 ✦ ii.
( after a day or so, she's taken a booth for herself and it's absolutely DECKED out with flowers and ferns and the miscellaneous branch and moss and toadstools. its as nonsensical as the woman who's currently making a flower crown behind the whole arrangement. and before her are two signs, side by side, like she couldn't decide what'd be more fun. it's a very 'por que no los dos' situation, as is everything with her. )

           

( enough said, but maybe not. beneath both, there's a brief explanation that says she takes trinkets as payment for a lil kissy kiss, or as the ante for the bet for the second sign. what's a game* without a little gambling, right? )

 ✦ notes!
welcome to the dumbest thing ive ever created.

* the optional rule for the catching game is as follows if you want to opt for it:
use a standard d20 and roll against me! i'll use a cat's dexterity modifier of +2, and you can add whatever you think is applicable for your character from the range of -2 to 5 (with 0 being perfectly average and 5 being outstanding). we'll just do the one roll against each other at the start after she becomes a cat to keep things simple, and we can thread out the results! don't overthink it. it's a silly thing.

and as always, feel free to throw me a wildcard! my plotting post is over here, which has my contact if you want to get into some weird shit with me! i'll probably do the park exploration and her plans to build a little treehouse on a log later since the fair is a limited time event.

annnnd now with a google sheet that i'll use to keep track of all the items she nicks off of people, or won off of them.
Edited 2023-09-20 21:44 (UTC)
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[personal profile] nutkick 2023-09-20 05:00 pm (UTC)(link)
I did, but it's fine ... [ it's true. they did find their own routine once again, even in a foreign city, seemingly adapting at ease. this life could be their new normal— a thought that lingered in the back of his mind, yet never failed to ruin his mood every single time he considered it. the complimentary meals and the rent-free life are appreciated, yet denji doesn't understand why he still feels 'off' when this place is painted as his version of heaven. he has everything he needs. a roof over his head, a full stomach, and — safety. yeah, he is safe. (most of the time).

then, why isn't he enjoying himself? strange.

the festival is a welcomed delight. after all, he's never been to one before, so the spark of interest is far too great to dismiss. yoshida is here— he invited him. why? who knows. denji won't think about it too much, aside from the fact he doesn't mind being around him. or, maybe he is so pathetically lonely and a familiar face is somewhat comforting. could be ... ]


... What's that?

[ he nods towards the heavily advertised 'love tunnel', and while the name is straightforward, denji is unsure of the concept. he's so full, if not a bit queasy too, but that didn't stop him from taking a sugary bite of the given cake. ]
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toji fushiguro // jjk // open & closed prompts

[personal profile] assassinsgreed 2023-09-20 05:17 pm (UTC)(link)
over here in my catch-all log cause he's a degenerate.
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[personal profile] blackwaterchild 2023-09-20 05:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Honestly, miu was just wondering how long it'd take Will to notice her standing there with how intent he was on making a beeline for those claw machines.

So she laughs when he notices her and laughs again at the apology, waving a dismissive hand. "Don't worry about it." It wasn't like she'd reached out either, so it went both ways. She leaned her shoulder against the machine, eyeing the prizes inside with her eyebrows raised.

"If you win me something, I'll forgive you." Her tone was joking, as there was nothing to forgive, but she nodded to the claw game as if to say, 'go ahead.'

"Besides, after that dumb nonsense with the mall, I didn't really want to talk to others much. This carnival thing is weird, but not as bad, at least."
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[personal profile] firstwaters 2023-09-20 05:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Of course she can't say no. She probably wouldn't say no to anyone who asked, really, but especially not to Miu. Because she's asking so nicely, mostly. And maybe also a little because of the big sad eyes. ]

Oh, um- I'll do my best! Which one did you want? I'm best at-

[ Unfortunately, a mouth full of candyfloss is a poor match for eagerly expressing one's willingness to help, and the result is that she starts coughing until she can taste sugar in her nose. ]

-best at the darts. [ Ahem. Ryne sniffs and stands up straight, trying to seem like a person with some dignity rather than a cotton candy gremlin. ] But I'm good at all of them! I could probably win you whatever you liked, given a few tries.

[ If the rainbow glitter cowboy hat is any indication, she's telling the truth about that. ]
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Dorian Storm 🎶 Critical Role: ExU

[personal profile] bardstorming 2023-09-20 06:00 pm (UTC)(link)
1. Park visit
[Dorian liked exploring venues in this city, especially if he could compare the new place to the previous one to find similarities. He has a little notebook, writing down what he thinks is interesting or out of place.

In a very short time, he finds his way to the edge of the lake and stares at it. Nature is beautiful here, but still odd without any animals or residents enjoying the scenery. No creepy statues so far. And then going further in he runs into the abandoned little carnival. He does hop over the fence and walks around, gently turning one of the spinning, hand-ran, marry-go-round rides, making it squeak.]


Oh... [He stops and picks up one of the flyers from the ground.] Even the date matches.

2. Fun and Music
[The music has been grating on Dorian's nerves ever since he stepped into the carnival grounds. Yes, he came back after seeing the flyer the other day despite a very uneasy feeling. But if things were to go wrong, it would be here, right? Which means he'll be around to help out if needed.

One of the songs made such a squeak it almost had Dorian shiver out of his own skin, clearly making a very uncomfortable face and shuddering. He should be able to find a spot to drown out this music, right? Not with magic, of course, but his lute skills don't come from magic. It took a moment to find an opening in the carnival plaza, and a few more moments to gather his nerves and pump himself up to just start playing in the middle of the crowd without being prompted.

But once he started- his fingers danced over the strings of his lute with ease. A cheerful little tune to offset the creepy, broken sounds of the carnival. It goes on for a while, Dorian not really wanting to stop, but it has to end eventually and he finishes the final note with a flourish and a bow, a wide smile on his face as he addresses anyone who stopped to listen-]


Thank you for stopping by! It was an honor to play for you!

3. Games and food
🎵 [The prizes at the ring tossing caught Dorian's attention and he's been standing at the booth, looking at them transfixed. On one hand, he doesn't want to lay a finger on any of them, on the other- they are the first tangible, creepy things he's seen around. Yes, they could be haunted (probably are) but also could be something to investigate further. Or they could be completely harmless and he'll just have some fun. Rubbing his hands together, Dorian erases the worry that was starting to creep on his face, and turns to the person also eying the game-]

Want to give it a go? I am a fair player.
🎵 [The carnival food has always been the best and the worst- amazing when you are eating it, trouble for your stomach after. He's had some of it, mostly corn dogs and a few pies, but now he's looking for something to drink.

A stall with huge barrels with something in them catches his attention, and the people around it. It's probably alcoholic and he shouldn't get drunk, but he's tired of feeling frightened and creeped out. Liquid courage might help out.]


Is there enough for one more round?

4. Ice cream parlor
[Dorian finds himself sitting at the ice cream parlor more often than not. All the way in the back, sometimes with drink, sometimes without, his little 'detective' notebook and map of the city, leaned back in his seat and strummed on his lute. While no, it's not the best place to practice his skills, it's also not manned by anyone, and whoever comes to get ice cream does so and leaves.

He's avoided eating ice cream after he saw people whisper and giggle about it, but today he said fuck it (mentally, of course, he's not uncouth in public) and decided to go for some vanilla, vanilla is always correct. He didn't notice any effects going off yet, as he was feeling calm previously, but he sees a person staring at him.]


Am I in the way? My sincerest apologies, I will try to keep it quiet and peaceful, [Dorian says in a soft whisper, gently tuning his lute.]


[wildcard: Ping me at [plurk.com profile] BlueberryDream (always feel free to add me) or PM me if you want a personalized prompt 🎶 ]
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[personal profile] matermali 2023-09-20 07:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Is the pond deep enough to swim in? Or say...canonball into? Asking for a friend.
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shooting range

[personal profile] fanstheflames 2023-09-20 07:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She has only talked (texted) to Prompto once and that conversation is kind of not existing in her head at the moment as she watches this guy pull off shooting every target (one-handed????) with ease with eyes about the size of the moon.

She's very impressed and it takes her an additional few seconds to reply to him, because she's clapping for him first. ]


Sure! I like a challenge.

[ It sure is gonna be a challenge. ]
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a

[personal profile] fanstheflames 2023-09-20 07:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, you too?

[ Tsuruno winces sympathetically, eyes brimming with sheer understanding. She gets it, she truly does. ]

I've done three games so far and I'm not bragging, but I am kinda bragging because normally I'm really good at them, but I can't seem to get 'em this time! At all!