A Day (And A Night) In The Life Of The Carnival

[grand_lotus]

Who: EVERYONE
What: Freakshow's here, folks. Roll on up!
Where: All around the carnival grounds and into the town, so, EVERYWHERE
When: Breach flood: Now until Monday

Thought this might be a good idea. Standard group event rules! Start yourself a thread, state where and when it takes place, mark it open or closed - multiple threads for one character

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any time at all during the flood. he's being grumpy.

[deepdowndark]

[Ardent is sat on a stool, currently dressed up as a gnome. Because everyone wants to see a gnome. He doesn't look very pleased.

There is a sign somewhere around him saying 'Come and See Grumpy The Angry Dwarf'.

He folds his arms and watches punters pass by.]

[leadsthestars]

[It's Mary first ever visit to a carnival! Everything's so new and exciting!

Oh dear God, what happened to that man. He looks like he's been squashed by something.]

[deepdowndark]

[Ardent, meanwhile, is being sullen and staring up at her.] Evenin' ma'am.

[leadsthestars]

Evening.

[He talks! He's polite! How cute!]

And...uh...how are you today?

Anytime you want it to be

[tadwizard]

Tony danced in the opening, flames at the tip of the sticks burning bright as he ran it along his skin, twirled them in the air, swallowed the flames, and relit them by transferring the flames across his tongue. Slowly and slowly he'd build, getting more and more elaborate, until he'd build up to the finale where, after taking a swig of some liquid by his side, he'd stick one of the sticks of flame into his mouth...before he seemed to breathe the fire back out into the sky.

any time during the flood - Libby and all viewers!

[thatlibbychick]

[Libby's sitting on a thickly-padded armchair on her platform; sitting on anything less for too long really starts to hurt her backside, so the chair was a necessary expense. She's dressed in a short, sleeveless white slip, tailored to fit her closely and show off her emaciation. Which is something she cant help, by the way; she eats several times an hour and it doesn't seem to change a thing. In fact, she's got a flask on her right now that she periodically sips from--it's filled with heavily sweetened milk.

The sign reads 'Marvel at Libby, the Living Skeleton!', and she's waving cheerily at any and all attendees who've come to gawk at her.]

[grand_lotus]

During a bit of downtime in the freak tent, Iroh closes shop momentarily and comes around with drinks for the stars of the show - for Libby he brings a candy apple and a mug of sweet tea. He beams at her as he comes through and offers them up.

"How's the evening going, Miss Libby?" His accent is a little thicker, but his English is still perfectly coherent. "No trouble, I hope?"

[thatlibbychick]

Libby gives Iroh a big grin as she accepts the treats he brought for her. "Iroh, you are just the sweetest!"

She sips at the tea, planning to demolish the candy apple at the next lull in the crowd. "I'm doing just dandy. Nobody's been all that rude. And yourself? Making a lot of sales today?"

[grand_lotus]

"Of course! Business is very brisk, miss, and why not? It is a beautiful night, and between ourselves, I think this town has been hungry for something new for a very long time."

Carnival refreshment stand - Various times - Open

[grand_lotus]

Iroh's stand had been set up in the early hours and it was meticulously neat and tidy - hot water for tea and coffee on one side, soft drinks on the other, a small selection of chocolate bars, candy apples and bags of popcorn across the counter. There was also a bottle of semi-drinkable rum underneath for other carnival workers who were so inclined.

He smiled as he worked, humming along to the music drifting across the grounds and exchanging pleasantries with customers and colleagues alike.

{OOC: Multithreading encouraged! Iroh's going to be here pretty much throughout the flood, so this is completely open - just make a note of roughly when your character shows up. Also, if you're interested there is a super handy resource here of what brand names were available and what was popular around this point in history.]

any ol' time

[gammapulsed]

Inside the freak tent, the Hulk is pacing around his miniature arena set off by chicken wire. He growls quietly as the thick steel collar and manacles clink with each thumping step he takes, going as far as the slack in his chains allow before retreating to the back of the tent.

The sign beside the display says in flowing block script: THE INCREDIBLE HULK - A STAGGERING SAGE SASQUATCH - RUMORED TO HAVE BEEN FOUND IN THE BLACKEST HEART OF AFRICA AND CAPTURED BY GENUINE SHAMANS - DO NOT PROVOKE IT.

Please disregard that last bit. Throw peanuts at him.

[empirical_data]

"Christ, they're not throwing the peanuts again, are they?"

Carlos came up to the Hulk's cage when no one was around, regretting that he couldn't keep watch every moment. Or that he can't slack up those metal chains. He feels pretty terrible for him.

"Are you alright there, big guy? Want me to bring you something to drink?"

[gammapulsed]

Hulk perks up at the voice, then pads over to Carlos with a deep huff. There's a few peanuts in his hair, but he shrugs his huge shoulders. He's used to it, sadly.

At the offer, Hulk shakes his head and rumbles quietly. Hulk likes Carlos - he and Bela are pretty good to the him. He just wants the day to be over already and to go back to their travel trailer. Instead, he cocks his head and growls curiously. It's the closest he can get to asking how things are going.

[empirical_data]

The peanuts in the hair earn him a fond smile, despite the fact that it's so humiliating. He doesn't think the man is mentally impaired, as most people would. He just thinks that he never learned to talk. He can't be sure, though, when a man can't tell his story.

"Everything is going fine out here. I think we might have stopped at a bad town, but it'll pass and the next one will be better." He let himself into the cage for a minute, heading over to tousle the peanuts out of his hair and made sure his wrists weren't chafed. He'd need to get some talc if they were. He needed to pad this man's cuffs, no matter how much the solid irons added to the effect.