I'll never forget the night that we took a wrong right and lost ourselves at the Carnival...

[traveling_folk]

[[Again, I'm a bit behind on threads, but it's That Time, so if your character wants a black ticket and hasn't yet received one, feel free to post them in, and I'll go back and do the lead-up as best I can. That said, characters that show up are in real danger here -- they will very likely be injured. They may die. If you want your characters

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[girlorgun]

Before leaving for the midnight show, April made sure to strap a few small knives to her person. She and Sark split up a block or so away from the entrance, so he could sneak in, and she walked up to the entrance, presented her ticket, and entered, tense and ready for an attack.

Except... as she walks through the carnival, breathing the strangely sweet air, she finds herself feeling... almost happy. Calm, at the very least, and relaxed. She vaguely wants to find somewhere to sit down and just... well, sit, and feel this way, but something in the back of her head won't let her. So she's been wandering a little aimlessly, not looking for Julian. The dancers on the stage glitter and twirl, and eventually she stands there entranced by their movements.

At least if she's standing still, it'll be easy for Sark to find her.

[sarkraticmethod]

If there was a way to secure a shotgun without it being very obvious that you're packing one, Sark would have one on his person, but as there isn't, he's made do with a couple of semiautomatics and his own collection of knives. April told him there was something wrong with his head (and more than that, probably) after they left here earlier today, and that on top of the fortunes has left him more than willing to take out some high-class vengeance on them should they prove to be a threat. He doesn't even miss being able to go invisible when it comes time to sneak in- it's more than easy, with his training, to get onto the grounds and mix with the crowds like he was always meant to be there

[girlorgun]

April turns, twists her head to look up at him, somewhat vacantly, and blinks slowly. Her eyes are dilated, and she's trying very hard to focus on him. The problem is she's picking up the lazy, easy feelings from the other carnival-goers around her, and it's looping a bit. Harder to control things when she's this... floaty.

"Trying," she says. "It's..." she searches for a word, and then shakes her head. "The air is sweet." Her instinct is to breathe deeply, but she doesn't. She focuses as best she can, trying to draw herself back in from where she was starting to float out. "This will be difficult," she says. "Eyes open. Danger's here."

[traveling_folk]

The stage belongs to Max now, and the dancers have made their way down into the crowd... And one of them moves with light steps towards Sark and April. "Not having fun?" she asks. "We've got rules against that kind of thing here..." She arches an eyebrow and looks Sark over.

"Come on! Midnight show! Live a little!" And as she dances past, she brushes against him ever so suggestively...

She might be checking his reactions. If he hasn't been sucked in... Well. Someone's going to have to warn Maxie and the Carnival Mama. They have their ways of dealing with these things.

[shealone_stands]

Buffy and Aaron didn't get tickets to the midnight show, but they're not exactly here for the show. They may have had to knock out a few of the carnival workers to get in, which certainly wasn't easy while dragging not-Mat along with them, but they're in now, Aaron hanging on to not-Mat, Buffy with her sword in hand, both of them making an effort to avoid notice by anyone actually working at the carnival.

Stopping behind a tent, away from the crowd and smoke, Buffy turns to the Mat-clone, shifting her sword in hand. "Okay, here's the thing. I really don't want to tear this place apart and kill you looking for my guardian angel. It's a lot more energy than I'm really willing to spend right now, and it's just really messy and no fun for anyone. So why don't you make this easy and tell us where we can find him?"

[guardsintheory]

"This place is a lot of fun, y'know," he says, wheezing slightly. "Merry-go-round's a killer, haunted house is a scream." God, the puns. "I'm pretty partial to the funhouse, myself."

His smile widens to Azula-like maniac proportions. "Funhouses can get you all turned around, twisted up."

[nogettingback]

Aaron rolls his eyes and tightens his grip on pod!Mat's collar. He's got a gun and his own sword on him, but really, he's pretty partial to his bare hands right now and his bare hands really just want to wrap themselves around the bastard's throat.

"Speak to me in riddles, speak to me in rhymes. Pretty soon I'll get fed up and kick you in the nads," Aaron mutters, starting out in sing-song and not quite ending that way. Apparently, he took rhyming lessons from the Creepy Doll.

To Buffy, he inclines his head in the direction of the funhouse and starts dragging the Mat clone with him. "Funhouse, it is. Let's get ramblin'."

[shealone_stands]

Buffy is starting to get really unnerved by that smile of Mat's. Not-Mat's. Whatever. On the bright side, it's going to make it a lot easier for her to stab him if she has to, but... she still wishes he'd knock it off.

"Creepy funhouse, with a crazy clone-person, in the middle of the night," she mutters under her breath, taking the lead and keeping an eye out for any carnies that might cross their path on the way there. She trusts Aaron will watch both their backs, and she thinks she remembers the way there, though working around the carnival tents in a way that will keep them from being noticed is a bit more difficult. "Is it just me, or does this seem like a recipe for badness right from the start?"