Take leave of all reason in step with the bleeding (Carnival -- Last Days)

[traveling_folk]

[[Final daytime post -- there's going to be a Midnight Show post later, so if you want a black ticket, now would be the time... or if you'd like a ticket handed over in a previous post, that can also be arranged.]]The Carnival's time in Chicago's coming to a close, and things are ramping up for a grand finale, indeed. The shows are getting more

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[braidingminds]

Mag wants to mess with someone. She wants to do something substantial. Sure, dinking around in Adrian's head was fun, as was messing with his pretty little toy. But she wants to do lasting damage before they leave this town.

The Południca works the crowd, seeding illness through as many people as she can reach as she goes. It's all minor things--sleeplessness, mild depression. She does give on person the gift of epilepsy, an idea taken from that adorable little pink-haired girl. Nothing severe. Plenty of things that can get worse over time without her help.

It's fun, yeah. But it isn't really, truly satisfying.

[calicoway]

After much contemplation from the narration, Luke finds himself at the carnival. The problem is that it seems like everyone he's ever slept with his here. He doesn't even remember all of the people, who give him that look that translates they had sex at some point or another, but the sad part is he remembers most of them even the ones that don't spare him a second glance. It's like he gives a part of himself to every person he's ever slept with. It's all catching up with him, but all he wants is to have more sex, to continue the circle. He doesn't know any other way.

Luke's thinking about leaving to find someone (anyone), standing on the side of one of the pathways as he tries to look inconspicuous so as not to run into anyone else.

[just_add_souls]

Enter Maka, being dragged by Soul. This is so not her thing. She would much rather be back at the Gauche, reading or training or doing anything that is not being at a carnival.

But no. Soul is on another campaign to force her into his idea of fun.

[coolestscythe]

"You know," Soul says over his shoulder to her, glowering a little--though it's more a mock-glower than anything. "We've been training nearly nonstop, and never mind how weird you've been. We haven't gone out in forever. It's high damn time you did something fun, so I don't want to hear any complaining."

He flashes a sharp-toothed grin. "Girls who stay inside all the time start growing mushrooms, didn't you know?"

And it's a carnival. It doesn't get much more fun and interesting than a carnival, right?

[abitofaspin]

Mari's coming out of her tent, looking a bit flushed and if her hair has a certain mussed look to it, well... That has nothing to do with anything, really.

She's just switching the sign out on her tent to indicate that she's back open when she notices the kids.

"How's about I read your fortunes, children?" She giggles, waving them over. She's in a good mood right now. Fear.

[just_add_souls]

"I haven't been weird! I've been thinking." She eyes the carnival like a girl condemned. "And I'm not going to grow mushrooms. I haven't yet, anyway."

When the fortune lady comes out of her tent, Maka shakes her head. "No, thanks. We're fine."