Sep 03, 2011 11:54
River loved a good party, and a carnival with rides and lights and midway games did provide a colorful bit of adventure. At least, thus far, there had been no homicidal clowns. Considering it was the village, she figured that the potential for homicidal clowns was high. And not just because all clowns were at their core at least a tiny bit evil.
But then, wasn't everyone.
River wandered the midway area, casual in a summery dress and sandals people watching and playing this game or that, often winning where you had a better chance if you had excellent aim or a reckless streak.
What she was going to do with the pair of gold fish she'd won at the shooting gallery she didn't know.
martha jones,
the fair