Piper's really, really not sure about this place, but there's so much happy going on that she's getting mixed signals all over the place.
And, of course, given how easily distracted she is, she's totally misplaced her group and now she's trying very hard not to flail. She's sort of lurking in front of the clown tent, not quite paying attention to what's being said, nibbling a fingernail and wondering how to best go about finding everyone again.
Giggles somersalts down from his perch, his juggling balls vanishing into a pocket. There's something interesting about this one, but all the chaos makes it hard for him to pick out the details. Oh, yes, now he can smell it. Demon. It's a pity she's so timid and tall. Not at all what his group needs. Still a potential customer is a potential customer.
He bows and offers her a paper flower. "No frowns today. It's time to play! Come see the show, and let your troubles go!"
It's a tineh clown, Piper! Tineh means he's cute, right? And as harmless as a midget vampire clown can be. Although, really, the clown show is one of the safest attractions in the carnival unless someone is a rude audience member.
Piper starts a bit and looks down, giving the... Tiny clown a weak smile, although when she notes the flower, she forgets that clowns sort of give her the creeps.
"Thank you," she says, taking the little paper flower from him. "I was actually just looking for my friends... They sort of... Wandered off."
She's sure they won't leave without her, but... She'd rather not go where they won't find her. On the other hand, she's meebling. She really ought to try to have fun, shouldn't she?
"I guess it couldn't hurt to see a show," she admits, tilting her head at the tent a bit.
Adrian is not here to play. Adrian is hear to fuck someone's shit up if he doesn't get answers. Or possibly if he does get answers.
Or he may just be looking for an excuse to fuck someone's shit up, at the moment.
The demon steps onto the fairgrounds, rolling his shoulders to try and ease the tension he's felt since yesterday. "All right, mi cochina, where are you?"
Rachel, who is about a pace and a half behind Adrian, makes a mental note to herself--next time she's at work, she needs to ask Joey to translate "cochina" for her.
Right now, however, she reaches for one of Adrian's hands, falling into step beside him. "Let's see if she's out in front of that haunted house again. She must work there, right? She's gotta be there again today."
He takes hers, hesitating. She really shouldn't be here. Especially not if he wants to get real answers. Rachel doesn't really seem the type for the break-fingers-ask-questions-later type.
Rachel musters half a smile for him, squeezing his hand.
"I don't have to be, no. I'm choosing to be. I want answers too, Adrian. And... whatever happened to us, it was a pretty major thing. I'm not okay with sending you back all by yourself. Just in case."
Mag is set up outside of one of the tents, giving passerby a look at one of her acts. Currently, her feet are pressed on either side of her head while her chin rests on the gymnast's mat. She waves with one foot, hiding her amusement at the horrified looks she gets from several parents.
"Hello, mišu moj. Hello! Come in, my lovelies, and see what the most talented contortionist in Yugoslavia can do!"
Bean likes carnivals for the most part. They're nicer than circuses--she has strong opinions about those poor animals--though they tend to be a good deal creepier than town fairs and the like. Plus she was a diehard fan of Carnivále when it aired, so she has always suspected that carnivals aren't all they seem.
She's been feeling a little off ever since the carnival arrived in town--slipping in and out of auras, mostly. She's in a bit of an aura now as she passes by Mag's tent, which means that when Mag speaks Bean sees flowers and tiny birds flying out of her mouth. Potato is with her as ever, and is keeping closer to her than usual--he does not like the smell of this place.
Bean grins at Mag, rather awed, her expression spacier than usual. "Wow, that's really cool! Doesn't it hurt when you do that?"
She beams at the little girl and her disgusting pet, unfolding herself with disturbing grace. "Not at all, little one. I am, after all, a professional."
She bows, then turns it into a smooth somersault that brings her onto one knee in front of the girl. Mag gestures at the mouth of the tent. "Come, see the show. No charge for you today."
Aaron's got a sense for things and by things, he means... Alonetiems for Buffy and Tay might be a cool idea. Not that he has any idea that Tay's got a thing- he's just a dick and everyone's sort of wandering off on their own like the stars are aligning to get them alone together anyway and if he just so happened to whisper in Tay's ear as he left that she should try out the Tunnel of Love, weeeell...
It was worth the punch in the stomach. Really.
He's mostly wandering around, considering shows and rides, but never really taking advantage of them. Maybe he just hasn't found the right one yet. Or maybe there's something in his animal hindbrain telling him that there's something rotten in the state of Chicago.
There is a tiny fuzzeh bobbling along, sniffing around garbage cans and skipping between peoples' feet (and sometimes falling over her own). She's busy chirping at a set of carnival lights and frustrating the operator by putting some out and lighting others up at random when she rams into Aaron's leg and goes down flailing.
"Whoa there, kitty." Somehow Aaron is not at all surprised to see a talking cat. It's probably someone's act or something and the least he can do is play along and not look around for any suspicious characters throwing their voice... Or whatever.
He reaches down and picks up the kitty with one hand and uses the other to examine his shirt. "What's this maternity ward stuff? I don't look pregnant, do I? The guy at the store said this was sure to not make me look fat."
...Yeah. Aaron. Fat. The boy looks like someone turned a beanpole into a person.
She has been scoop'd. Cy blinks at Aaron and tilts her head. "Hi Dimples. You smell like ice cream."
Cy flails a bit, trying to get a look at the hapless carnie whose lights she was playing with. He's grumbling about faulty electronics. The cat chirrups and all the lights go out.
Mat wasn't exactly excited to go to the carnival, but... Tay's birthday, and Buffy wanted to take her, so he had to go. They're probably going to drop by the Kashtta on the way back to Cicero, so he can see Nate and maybe Gene and Suzie.
In the meantime, however, he's... wandering around the carnival. Even on crutches, he's pretty sure Tay could do a better job keeping Buffy safe from killer clowns or whatever.
Mostly Mat's just wandering around watching people. He pays a few bucks to poke into the 10-in-One. Interesting, and more than a little creepy. There was a blind woman who drew something, and gave the paper to him, folded up. She said something about it being a portrait of his soul.
He hasn't looked at it, it's still in his pocket. Mattie's not sure he wants to be acquainted with his soul
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The sign above the invitingly open tent flap proclaims the tent to contain the world's smallest clown show.
"Only a dollar! A tiny fee for a tiny show." The short jokes. You know you love them.
A tiny woman sits on a chair right by the door ready to take people's money.
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And, of course, given how easily distracted she is, she's totally misplaced her group and now she's trying very hard not to flail. She's sort of lurking in front of the clown tent, not quite paying attention to what's being said, nibbling a fingernail and wondering how to best go about finding everyone again.
Have a frightened baby demon, Giggles!
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He bows and offers her a paper flower. "No frowns today. It's time to play! Come see the show, and let your troubles go!"
It's a tineh clown, Piper! Tineh means he's cute, right? And as harmless as a midget vampire clown can be. Although, really, the clown show is one of the safest attractions in the carnival unless someone is a rude audience member.
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"Thank you," she says, taking the little paper flower from him. "I was actually just looking for my friends... They sort of... Wandered off."
She's sure they won't leave without her, but... She'd rather not go where they won't find her. On the other hand, she's meebling. She really ought to try to have fun, shouldn't she?
"I guess it couldn't hurt to see a show," she admits, tilting her head at the tent a bit.
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Or he may just be looking for an excuse to fuck someone's shit up, at the moment.
The demon steps onto the fairgrounds, rolling his shoulders to try and ease the tension he's felt since yesterday. "All right, mi cochina, where are you?"
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Right now, however, she reaches for one of Adrian's hands, falling into step beside him. "Let's see if she's out in front of that haunted house again. She must work there, right? She's gotta be there again today."
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"You don't have to be here, mija."
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"I don't have to be, no. I'm choosing to be. I want answers too, Adrian. And... whatever happened to us, it was a pretty major thing. I'm not okay with sending you back all by yourself. Just in case."
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"Hello, mišu moj. Hello! Come in, my lovelies, and see what the most talented contortionist in Yugoslavia can do!"
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She's been feeling a little off ever since the carnival arrived in town--slipping in and out of auras, mostly. She's in a bit of an aura now as she passes by Mag's tent, which means that when Mag speaks Bean sees flowers and tiny birds flying out of her mouth. Potato is with her as ever, and is keeping closer to her than usual--he does not like the smell of this place.
Bean grins at Mag, rather awed, her expression spacier than usual. "Wow, that's really cool! Doesn't it hurt when you do that?"
[ooc: Yes, I am evil.]
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She bows, then turns it into a smooth somersault that brings her onto one knee in front of the girl. Mag gestures at the mouth of the tent. "Come, see the show. No charge for you today."
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"Oh, yeah. I guess that makes sense, huh?"
Bean blinks and stares. "No charge? Really? Oh, but, um...I mean...well, if you're sure, that is..."
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It was worth the punch in the stomach. Really.
He's mostly wandering around, considering shows and rides, but never really taking advantage of them. Maybe he just hasn't found the right one yet. Or maybe there's something in his animal hindbrain telling him that there's something rotten in the state of Chicago.
...Nah. He just hasn't found the right thing yet.
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"Man the lifedesk! Ahoy, maternity ward!"
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He reaches down and picks up the kitty with one hand and uses the other to examine his shirt. "What's this maternity ward stuff? I don't look pregnant, do I? The guy at the store said this was sure to not make me look fat."
...Yeah. Aaron. Fat. The boy looks like someone turned a beanpole into a person.
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Cy flails a bit, trying to get a look at the hapless carnie whose lights she was playing with. He's grumbling about faulty electronics. The cat chirrups and all the lights go out.
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In the meantime, however, he's... wandering around the carnival. Even on crutches, he's pretty sure Tay could do a better job keeping Buffy safe from killer clowns or whatever.
Mostly Mat's just wandering around watching people. He pays a few bucks to poke into the 10-in-One. Interesting, and more than a little creepy. There was a blind woman who drew something, and gave the paper to him, folded up. She said something about it being a portrait of his soul.
He hasn't looked at it, it's still in his pocket. Mattie's not sure he wants to be acquainted with his soul ( ... )
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