CARNIVAL MEGATHREAD

[crown_of_poppy]

[ WHO ] : Heather Morris and OPEN
[ WHERE ]: The Carnival --
[ WHEN ]: All weekend Friday, June-12th- Sunday, June 14
[ RATING ]: (use G, PG, etc.) TBD
[ WARNINGS ]: TBD
[ NOTES ]: Want to Join in on the carnival action? Post your character's experiences here!

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BORLEY HAUNTED MANSION

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BORLEY HAUNTED MANSION

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Borley Haunted Mansion -- Apart from the other buildings, only the path is visible from the carnival grounds, with gas-lamps hastily hammered into the ground to provide illumination away from the lights and sounds of the rest of the carnival. A relative hush extends over the front porch of the Mansion, with a knocker engraved with elegant script, bearing the name "Borley." When anyone approaches the door, it automatically swings open, beckoning people inside...The mechanisms are broken inside of the mansion, an unseen announcer is more than happy to tell you as you enter the empty, barren foyer. For some, the walls begin to squish foyer, opening with a sickening click and whir as they come within inches of pulping you alive. For others, they are allowed into the mansion unmolested. In each room, a tableaux of human suffering is on display, toeing the line between reality and rubber prop

[killer_shortyx]

The carnival itself stretched for many miles and many miles. He had yet to find the way out of it. Since Kurama had disappeared from their sight, for the time being, and perhaps for a long time, he was left on his own to look into the situation. Dark red eyes stared flatly at the surroundings

FUN HOUSE

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FUN HOUSE

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Seems to be closed at the moment, a tattered sign on the barred doors saying simply "COME BACK LATER"

SCRAMBLER

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SCRAMBLER

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Like smears of paint, the ride seems to go shockingly, lurchingly fast, the cars in perfect tandem with one another, almost touching as they spin around dizzingly. Once in the ride, the illusion fades. The ride, no less fast than before, is no longer smooth, but lurches sickeningly about, the carts screeching and sparking as they just touch... The gears grind and practically howl as they move, as if the entire ride is slowly shifting out of alignment...

Re: SCRAMBLER

[petalsofdeath]

Marluxia walked slowly about the outside of the rides, cursing his luck. How was he supposed to find his roommate when everyone was wearing masks? Even if the ghosts only flickered in and out of existance, it still seemed as if they blocked his view wherever he turned. With his own mask perched over one of his eyes, he couldn't help but feel a bit anxious.

Didn't some idiot get possessed this way?

Out of the corner of his eye, a blur of movement made him stop. He knew what was there, something called a "grass-cutter" by another name, but it still made him uneasy, and perhaps a bit dizzy, watching the cars lurch and practically scream as they zoomed past, casting a light carnival breeze into his face.

[ghostsofspring]

Sakura was learning important lessons. One, the riders were more like 'experiences;' the kind where you've survived them once, and you're set for life. Two, no matter the heat in the apartments, once outside of them, drying took exponentially longer than it should - and even after an exciting run in with the swings, she was still dis-pleasingly damp.

Or her hair was. She'd managed to figure out a way to dry out her clothing.

She spotted a tangible, living masked man near the ride that seemed to promise you'd vomit before it was over. He didn't feel quite like any of the ghosts; not that the ghosts felt terribly like much of anything at all themselves. If anything, they felt draining. "Planning on riding?" Her own mask was in hand.

CHAIR SWING

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CHAIR SWING

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The ride rises up like a mushroom in the dark, a technicolor blur of light and sound. The ride gives off a faint breeze as it swings overhead, lowering and releasing the emergency gates automatically. Once on the ride, very few of the swings actually have harnesses, causing to hold on for dear life as the thing lurches forwards suddenly, scooping you up into the sky.

[Mika] & [OPEN!]

[ghostsofspring]

Alright.

So the Tunnel of Love? Turns out it wasn't a metaphor. In fact, it was a horrifying experience that was going to swear her off the idea of a Tunnel of Love for the foreseeable future. In fact, the next time she heard someone say "Tunnel of Love," she was going to swallow her bile and politely tell them to find a new choice of words or be forcibly shut up by her fists.

That little bit of melodramatic thinking absolved her of many of the feelings brought on by being splashed in water which could have been anything but -- and more likely blood.

So she made herself smile as she met up with Mika again, still wet, if a little less than sopping now. "Hey," she said, wringing out part of her skort once again. "Sorry it took me so long."

[notlikethemovie]

"Not a problem, but uh...who dragged you through what puddle?" She rubbed the back of her head, looking a bit confused.

BUMPER CARS

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BUMPER CARS

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The sound and the sparks coming from the cars is cacophonous, overpowering the music floating from the ancient speakers mounted to the rusty steel poles. Indeed, anyone foolhardy enough to try to get onto one will feel the slight charge as the floor lightly shocks them. Any who aren't careful could find themselves struck by an empty car, run by the memory of a vicious, angry driver.

BUMPER CARS [open]

[flawedrevenge]

There had been that draw to the place, but more than that, a curiosity. To know further what it was they were facing here in this town of horrors. The curios drives of the shouldbedead, the potential reasons for why such a place was to be erected at the cost of all others [not that he held any fear of the dark, but for an event of such a scale, it was worth nothing whatever reasons - if only on sheer whim - there was for these recent developments].

The grounds had been perused, every ounce of fight in him on alert. Like s festival and yet. . .not of any sort he had witnessed before. There were games, yes, a twisted menagerie of them, along with various forms of entertainment that generally affronted his good senses as a ninja

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[petalsofdeath]

Oddly, this was the first person Marluxia saw that he was convinced was a human. One of the other tenants, he mused. Attacking a toy car.

A possessed, malevolent toy car, but a toy nevertheless.

There were more, he could see, circling around the metal rink like sharks, likely a deadly situation for the youth. Not normally being one to step in, he went forward anyway, his scythe appearing at his hand in a shower of petals. He could play nice, make a potential ally... or at least, use this ride as an outlet of his endless frustrations. Cautiously and silently, he moved in, stepping lightly on the ground. Rather than jumping into the ring, he leapt up onto the low railing keeping the cars in place, knowing that he had to be careful, or risk falling in.

"Are we directing traffic here?" He asked, his sly smirk shadowed by the unnatural lights and the tilt of his mask.