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Who: Open
When: Halloween
Where: The Fairgrounds
Summary: A festival is held in the Fairgrounds to celebrate Halloween. A certain clown stalks abroad with disapproval.
Warnings: the Joker
A lithe figure moved amongst the festivities; a clown, dressed in a classical blue and purple jester's motley, face painted with diamonds. He spoke seldom but was quick to put forth a leg and bow deeply to the festival goers. He put on little sideshows, often juggling as he walked down the roads of the fairground, smiling. To everyone around him he seemed happy.
Inside, he was seething.
The Joker chose not to live in an apartment. He chose not to live in the wealthy sector. All the luxury in the world meant nothing if he had to share it with others. The constant buzz and thrum of the city gave him headaches. Back in Gotham he had plenty of lairs scattered throughout the urban sprawl but was lucky enough to have the Seagate Amusement Park entirely to himself. Seagate was dilapidated and had been shut down for a long time. There was the rub.
The Sector 5 Fairgrounds of Siren's Port were still in steady use and normally he was content to let people have it by day but today...Today was too noisy. Something about the very idea that they would dare to hold an actual fair on his territory repulsed him. Not that he expected anyone to know he was there. Maybe now they'd know. He'd set up a few little surprises for the day. The water tank, meant for dunking poor sops into for laughs, was filled with acid. The duck hunt had an actual rifle with plenty of ammunition. The Tea Cup ride was rigged to blow later that afternoon. That would be a hoot. There was not much reason to blow up the ride but he had promised that new Robin that he'd blow up something before the month was out and he was nearly out of time. He couldn't forget his promise, that would be rude. His Darkness-proofing death traps were also "accidentally" left active for the day.
It should at least prove to be a funny evening, he figured. He continued to mill about the crowds so that he could admire the effects of his handiwork. There was no trick-or-treating with the Joker. Only ever tricks.
When: Halloween
Where: The Fairgrounds
Summary: A festival is held in the Fairgrounds to celebrate Halloween. A certain clown stalks abroad with disapproval.
Warnings: the Joker
A lithe figure moved amongst the festivities; a clown, dressed in a classical blue and purple jester's motley, face painted with diamonds. He spoke seldom but was quick to put forth a leg and bow deeply to the festival goers. He put on little sideshows, often juggling as he walked down the roads of the fairground, smiling. To everyone around him he seemed happy.
Inside, he was seething.
The Joker chose not to live in an apartment. He chose not to live in the wealthy sector. All the luxury in the world meant nothing if he had to share it with others. The constant buzz and thrum of the city gave him headaches. Back in Gotham he had plenty of lairs scattered throughout the urban sprawl but was lucky enough to have the Seagate Amusement Park entirely to himself. Seagate was dilapidated and had been shut down for a long time. There was the rub.
The Sector 5 Fairgrounds of Siren's Port were still in steady use and normally he was content to let people have it by day but today...Today was too noisy. Something about the very idea that they would dare to hold an actual fair on his territory repulsed him. Not that he expected anyone to know he was there. Maybe now they'd know. He'd set up a few little surprises for the day. The water tank, meant for dunking poor sops into for laughs, was filled with acid. The duck hunt had an actual rifle with plenty of ammunition. The Tea Cup ride was rigged to blow later that afternoon. That would be a hoot. There was not much reason to blow up the ride but he had promised that new Robin that he'd blow up something before the month was out and he was nearly out of time. He couldn't forget his promise, that would be rude. His Darkness-proofing death traps were also "accidentally" left active for the day.
It should at least prove to be a funny evening, he figured. He continued to mill about the crowds so that he could admire the effects of his handiwork. There was no trick-or-treating with the Joker. Only ever tricks.