double rainbow all the way across the sky [Party Post]

[smithnjones]

[OOC: I'm sorry for the delay! I had an unexpected baseball game to attend for work. Don't ask. This is a PARTY POST. Feel free to make up booths that are there and thread-jack to your heart's content, tag characters multiple times, post characters in a couple times at different moments throughout the fair, feel free to assume that your character

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[ginger_headgirl]

Lily Evans decided to work in a food station for a while to keep her mind off things. Later on, she'll join in all the fun. She's actually surprised her self by how she has handled the situation considering the new information she found out about her future.

For now though, she really trying her best not to jack some cotton candy and sneak off to one of the rides before her shift is over. However, handing out the food is a lot more enjoyable than it sounds. It's good to see everyone else having this much fun. Hopefully, it might rub off on her later on in the day. Her mind is just too preoccupied.

There are hints of dark circles under her eyes proving the lack of sleep she has at night. You'll even catch her yawning. It's a good thing that the mood is light here. Otherwise, she would have fallen asleep by now.

[stillaboyscout]

Vaughn notices a yawn as he's getting a funnel cake for himself. Normally he wouldn't even be here, but if there's one thing Chicago has taught him, it's that you only live once, and damn if Vaughn is going to live another day without funnel cake, especially if they're just handing it out.

He offers Lily a sympathetic smile. "Am I really that boring?" he asks jokingly. "I mean. I know it's a fast interaction, but jeez. That must be some kind of record."

See Vaughn's pathetic attempts at humor, Lily. Watch them as they fly by.

[ginger_headgirl]

Lily chuckles lightly as she hands him the cake, "Sorry, I just haven't had that much sleep lately."

Right now, almost anything can help to cheer her up.

"In the back of my mind, I'm debating if I should crawl up into a ball and sleep or splash a slushie all over my face to keep me up."

Her go at being funny isn't really that much better.

[stillaboyscout]

Vaughn's mouth tightens into a kind of sympathetic half-smile half-wince. He hasn't really slept well since he came to Chicago two years ago, but not sleeping well has become his sleeping norm, so.

"Maybe you should take a slushie and curl up in a ball, drink it and then fall asleep?" he offers. "Because throwing it your face would be an awful waste of a tasty snack."

Welcome to the 'Poorly Worded Jokes' portion of the show--we'll be right back with the 'Inevitable Inward Flailing as the Boy Scout Attempts to Figure Out if that Sounded Like an Insult'. "I mean--" he tries to take it back, but then shakes his head. He's just going to stop the words right now, if it's all the same to her.

[omnomnomface]

Those attending the kissing booth around noon should fear for their lives. Or maybe their faces. Trin signed up all too quickly to work, and has been giving some of the visitors the kiss of their lives.

As in, she just finished a three-minute make-out session with some poor teenager who is either very very happy right now or scared out of his wits. She waves at him as he leaves. "Have a great day!" she hollers after him, then turns back to the line. "All righty, who's up next? It's fun, trust me! Come on, don't be shy!"

That's right, Chicago, don't be shy.

[thehandsomeone]

Generally speaking, fairs are not Dean's idea of a good time, but the prospect of free food is a little too good to pass up. He's walking around as he works his way through a bag of popcorn when he hears a familiar voice, and turns at the sound.

And yep, there's Trin, giving some kid the kiss of his life. Dean gives the guy a brief salute as he stumbles past. He steps up to Trin then, grinning. He's not actually here to make out, but this is bound to be entertaining.

"Hey, Trin," he says. "Havin' fun?"

[omnomnomface]

Trin scans the crowd as she hears her name. Now who could that be?

"DEAN!!!!" she cries once she spots her buddy. Yep, they're buddies. That's just how Trin rolls. She waves wildly. "Dean, come here and get a kiss from me! I promise I'll make it a good one, seriously! It's for a good cause--the cause of KISSING!"

She really just wants to say hi. Kissing happens to go very well along with saying hi, at least in Trin's book.

(And yes, Trin's having fun. She's sort of having the time of her life.)

[thehandsomeone]

Luckily, Dean is loosely acquainted with Trin's special language and general... enthusiasm. Otherwise he might be a little frightened.

And, okay, people are definitely staring at him now, but whatever.

"That does sound like a noble cause," he agrees with a shrug as he walks over. "Must've taken some convincing to get you to volunteer."

Which is... only half sarcastic. Dean likes kissing, but anyone can participate in these things. Scary.

[teenytinyteme]

Chance wasn't really expecting to go to this thing. It's not like events like these are top-priority for her or whatever. She's never even really been to a carnival, except maybe once back in Peoria on the Fourth of July or something. Certainly not since then.

But. Her life has been difficult this summer. She deserves to take a day off, so that's what she's doing. Skipping out on summer school--just for the day!--to see what the hell this whole thing is about.

Except Chance doesn't do too well in crowds. She's tiny, and it's incredibly easy for her to get sort of pushed around in a crowd. Which is how she finds herself standing in line for the Ferris Wheel. She's sort of afraid of heights. She's glancing desperately over her shoulder, looking for a buddy to cling to or something.

This is going to end well.

[halfhuman_hero]

Doyle's wandering around, fighting through the crowds at times. There's just so many people here. He doesn't like the crowds and anyone passing him can hear the soft Irish utterances of swear words under his breath. "Fecking stupid people... Jesus... can't fecking... move..."

He gets shunted aside into the line of the ferris wheel and nudges into the arm of the girl. Doyle turns to her, he looks genuinely sorry. For once.

"Sorry, love.." he mutters with a shake of his head. But then he sees how nervous she's looking. "Are you alright? You don't look so good,"

[teenytinyteme]

Chance would bolt when she gets nudged--she's feeling a little jittery right now, with the looming Ferris Wheel staring her in the face--but the crowd pushes her right back into place. Right back into Doyle, in fact.

"Jesusfuckchristshitshitshit," she hisses under her breath, rubbing the arm opposite from Doyle, where the man who was apparently some kind of burly weight-lifter with muscles literally made out of steel smashed into her. "Sorry," she apologizes to Doyle. "I didn't--I'm sorry."

The line inches forward, pushing Chance along with it. She's sweating by now. "I can't get out of this line," she tells him. It sounds stupid, but it's true. She's tried.

[halfhuman_hero]

Doyle's quick to catch her as she's sent careering back into him. The crowds have made him more wary and he's quicker to react. "Woah, woah, careful now.." he utters as he eases her steadily back with a gentle hand. He looks down at her a little concerned as she furiously rubs her arm but she's not hurt.

He offers her a small smile, "Don't apologise, love - it's fine," he tells her with a nod. "I'm alright, can't be helped in these crowds,"

Doyle moves along with her as the crowd moves forward, he looks up at the ferris wheel and then her. "What's up? Don't wanna get on?" Yep, thanks for stating the obvious, Doyle. He gives her a sympathetic look, "I could go on it with you if you want?" he offers, "It's just an oversized bicycle wheel!"

But he's pretty sure she doesn't want to go on at all, so her offers her another option. "Or.. I'll get you out of here... alright? You pick,"

[stillaboyscout]

Vaughn's signed up for security. He figures he might as well--he blends in well with the crowd, he has something akin to previous experience, and he figures he should probably keep up his skills.

So he's pretty much just wandering the crowd, keeping an eye on people, trying to figure out how the hell he's supposed to decide the troublemakers from the regular people. They all look pretty happy to him, but maybe he's just not looking in the right places.

Still, he's there, on watch, just in case anything happens...

[wearsnomask]

Rachel has not slept more than two hours in the past two days. She hasn't seen the inside of her apartment since she went to Washington with Martha and her guardian.

The good thing is she's used to irregular sleeping patterns, particularly if she is working on something important.

Fighting for Wanderer rights is her main focus right now. Well, that and overseeing security.

She walks up to Vaughn with a friendly smile and two cups of coffee. Offering him one, she asks, “So far, so good?”

[stillaboyscout]

Vaughn doesn't exactly recognize Rachel--it's not like they've really spoken before--but he accepts the coffee with a smile, because he's heard mention of her, at least in relation to this event.

"So far, so good," he confirms for her with a nod. "It's been really quiet so far."

Almost too quiet for Vaughn's liking, but he's not going to complain. Quiet is good.

[wearsnomask]

Aw, Vaughn. Rachel approached you because she's overlooking everyone involved with security, not because she expects recognition. Life in Chicago doesn't always make it easy to remember people you sort of stumbled on once in what's decades, Chicago-wise.

"I don't know if that's a good thing or the kind of quiet that's followed by a storm, but at least we're prepared."

She takes a sip of her coffee, eyes scanning the crowds. "I hope you'll be able to take a bit of time to enjoy the day, too."

[neveravictim04]

Only for Martha Jones.

Only for Martha Jones.

It is apparent that not many wish to sign up to have pies thrown in their face. Medusa, proud Gorgon, proud warrior, cannot quite believe that she is in this horrendous and unspeakable situation.

But she is. She is sitting here, waiting for people to throw food in her face.

There is a cardboard cutout thing she must stick her head through. She has never - never - been in a more undignified position.

The booth says you can throw pies at people!

The glaring expression of the Gorgon might make you think twice.

[thehighestwing]

It definitely makes Phoebe think twice.

Then again, she's met Medusa! They became fast friends! They searched for honey together and laughed together and--yeah, Phoebe, Medusa was not quite herself that day.

Still. Phoebe recognizes her and is happy Medusa was not one of the many that vanished during the Rift mucking.

"OMG HI! Where have you been?"

The pie that she is holding will not make its way toward Medusa's face.

Phoebe may not be the brightest bulb in the shed, but she is not that dumb.

[neveravictim04]

Still! Medusa watched a show where the cops kicked the asses of bad guys with Phoebe! She is one of the people that Medusa actually ... likes. Though she still can't quite put her finger on just how this has happened.

She tries to smile at Phoebe, and tries to straighten her head to show some dignity. Neither attempts really work. There's a face grimacing out of a cardboard hole.

"Phoebe Donovan," she says, and if it doesn't exactly translate to her face she does honestly sound glad. "I am very happy to see you are alive."

Her eyes flash to the pie in Phoebe's hands. "I was - I am not sure. I lost time. But I am back." To have food thrown at me. Oh, glorious existence!

"You may throw your pie at me. I do not understand this concept or how it assists in fun, but I have volunteered for this."

Medusa closes her eyes. And quietly, inwardly weeps as she waits.

[thehighestwing]

Phoebe would actually disagree. Regardless of what Medusa is doing, there is always an air of dignity and power surrounding her. It's something that genuinely fascinates Phoebe. She'll look harmless no matter what she does and how strong her angel abilities make her.

Medusa looks like someone worthy of respect no matter what. It's admirable! "I'm very happy you're alive, too. In Chicago that's something that's worthy of celebration, true fact."

Phoebe shuffles her feet from side to side. There's too much boundless energy in such a tiny girl. It needs to manifest in some way. "As long as you're back! You have been missed. The Rift sometimes does that, suspends people in like time capsules, I guess? I never know what to expect of it anymore