We've got tickets! Lots of tickets! Don't be shy! (May 8-9)

[traveling_folk]

[[OOC: So here's how it goes: Every couple of days, there's going to be a new party thread for Carnival happenings. Pretend I posted this much, much earlier, but there you go

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[abitofaspin]

The fortune teller's booth, in question, is brightly colored and standing outside it, looking more like a nympth than a gypsy, even with her flowing skirts, bangles, and braids, is Marigold, the fortune-teller, herself. She's bright-eyed and laughing, drunk on that opening night high and if people who pass by her get a little more excited about the festivities, well... Nothing wrong with that.

"Come on, sweetie, you look like you could use a glimpse into your future," she coos, beckoning people towards her tent with a clink of silver bracelets.

Of course, she can't really see the future, but her predictions always come true, one way or another. It helps when you can give that extra nudge.

[please_see_me]

There's a carnival in town, of course Dusty's going to show up.

She was going to ask Ruvin to come with her, but since Ruvin was out doing her own thing, Dusty had come alone. And the fortune teller booth seems like good fun. She's already gone through the funhouse (QUICKLY) and peeked in at the 10-in-One (creepy), and she's eaten her cotton candy and is looking for more fun to be had.

[abitofaspin]

Oh, hello there, little girl! Mari perks up a bit and beckons her closer. "Sooo. Interested in seeing what your future holds, are you?"

And she's a teenager too. Teenagers are easy. Usually if you throw some line about their lovelife and which of their friends is going to stab them in the back, they can be played pretty easily.

[please_see_me]

Well, this one won't be quite so easy. Dusty's not really all that concerned about her love life, and she's got so few friends and is trusting enough that she doesn't even think about friends stabbing her in the back.

But it should still be fun, yes?

"Uh... yeah, I guess so!" she grins a little and steps towards the tent. "Sounds like fun!"

[gotbottle]

Rachel steps into the carnival, between two tents, with Adrian at her side. Her eyes immediately go up to the Ferris wheel. It's the tallest thing on the grounds; from down here, it looks huge and imposing.

"Um." She tears her gaze away and glances up at Adrian instead. "I'm so gonna need to, like, work up to that? And I can't promise I won't puke. Just so you know."

[crimeatthetime]

Adrian smooths one hand over his face, hiding a grin. "Oh mija. You really are afraid of heights?"

He gives her a little hug around the shoulders. "I should give up on expecting you to lie, shouldn't I."

[gotbottle]

Rachel laughs softly, shaking her head. "I'm really honest. Sometimes, like, too much for my own good. Don't ever ask me if something makes your butt look big. I might not lie to make you feel better."

She looks up at Adrian, and smiles. Then she holds out one hand, wiggling her fingers, in a gesture that clearly means "give me your hand".

"Come on. Where to first?"

[crimeatthetime]

He slips his hand into hers, grinning a bit. "Wherever you wish, mija. I'm at your command."

He eyes the haunted house with a faint tinge of trepidation, quickly smothered with a bow and a kiss on Rachel's fingers. "Lead the way."

[chaosmelisande]

In one corner of the carnival, near the fun house and its mirrors, there's an old wooden puppet stage, gilded in faded gold paint, with a sign hanging above the stage that says "All praise the lord of misrule!" Rough-hewn wooden benches lined up in front, and the puppets on the stage are old-fashioned wooden marionettes.

The show is sort of like a Punch and Judy show, but more violent, with deaths and dismemberment, raunchy sex and more than a little creepy sense that the puppets might be more than the puppets. It's tame, by the standards of what the show will be like by the end of the carnival's run in Chicago, but it's still not something most people would want their kids seeing.

Which is too bad - the puppet mistress loves children

[prince_stupid]

Ragnar is roaming the fairgrounds, enjoying tidbits cast off by the visitors and generally being intrigued and perplexed by the shows. This one in particular gives him pause--something about it seems wrong. Something about the puppets seems exceedingly just... well. Wrong.

He sits in front of Melisande, head tilted to one side. "You," he says. "You are exceedingly strange."

[chaosmelisande]

"Oooo, it talks!" Melisande grins widely, and the grin is more predatory than friendly. She looks down at the puppet in her hands. "Say hello, Darla, it's a talking kitty-cat. Isn't that lovely?"

The puppet in her hands lifts its head a bit and waves solemnly. The funny thing is that Melisande's hands hardly moved. Odd, that.

"Who are you, good furry sir?" she asks, all innocence.

[prince_stupid]

Ragnar bristles when the doll responds. "I am Ragnar Gustaffson Coeur de Lion, madame, and you will tell me what you are, and what you have done to that--"

He stares at the puppet. "Is that a child?"

His voice is deeper than it should be, deeper than even twenty pounds of fluff could properly contain.

[findaconstant]

Dan's never been one for carnivals, but he hasn't been doing much at the Kashtta and the sudden appearance of this place the other night piqued his curiosity something fierce. So, here he is, out on his own for the first time since he fell through the Rift.

It occurs to him that he should maybe wait until Bean has that amulet for him, lest this place turn out to be as creepy as the vibe it's giving off is (it's probably just Dan's general dislike of clowns coming through), but... it's just a carnival, right?

(He looks skeptical.)

With hands stuffed in the pockets of his jeans, he wanders aimlessly through the crowd. Something's bound to jump out at him eventually... no pun intended.

[cyfor]

Cy will fulfill that prophecy, as she falls off the top of a trash can and practically onto Dan's head. She contemplates him from the ground.

"Hi. I'm Cy. I'm nice. You make the world go funny."

[findaconstant]

"... hi."

Dan's just going to pretend like he didn't just almost scream.

"I - what?"

He should probably ask if she's okay, but he'll wait until his heart starts beating normally again before doing anything else.

This could take a while.

[cyfor]

"You make the world go funny, Fairidaisy! You have a hundred eyes in your head."

She rolls to her feet. "It's bright here."

Cy frowns, staring at the carnival like she's forgotten something. It only lasts about a half-second. "I'm Cy!"

Yes, you've said that.