Help me get my feet back on the ground... [OPEN]

[paintitgray]

Characters: Kurayami (paintitgray), OPEN
Date/Time: February 9th, afternoon
Location: The Bazaar
Rating: PG? PG-13 if she gets too frustrated and opens her mouth, I guess.
Summary: The musical chairs event strikes again! Kurayami gets quite literally carried away, and takes a tour of the Bazaar.

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[marrymarajade]

Ben worried about his other. He was still around, Ben could feel it, but where? What would he do? What was he up to now?

Ben was adult again now, at least. He walked distracted through the Bazaar, trying once again to find his other, sending out query after query in the Force and never getting a reply. Not even the not here sort of sensation. His other was blocking it somehow.

Though he was distracted, Ben wasn't so out of it that he missed the galloping chair and the tall, flustered woman atop it, shouting, her sense flaring with dismay. Without another thought he went after it, pulling up alongside. The chair bounced and jolted, but it wasn't so fast that he couldn't run alongside, his cloak parted and flowing behind him like a black wing.

"Are you all right?" Ben didn't sound like someone who was running, even lightly; he was speaking less physically, more with thought. "Do you need help?"

[paintitgray]

The man's voice startled her, and Kurayami turned to see a stranger keeping pace with the chair on foot. Her eyes widened. A human could do that?

He was offering help, though. She winced in embarrassment - she'd had to drop the tea mug into a flowerpot as she sped by it, but she had tea all down her front by then and being bounced around was getting exponentially less fun every time her rear end hit the seat of the chair - and reluctantly nodded.

"C-can you g-grab this thing?" she asked, her voice jerky and distorted from the jolting. "I don't t-trust mysel-lf to jump of-ff it at full sp-peed..."

[marrymarajade]

The chair wasn't going as fast as it seemed - a good clip, yes, but the jouncing and the rushing gleeful music made it seem faster. The real hazard of running alongside was being stepped on, but Ben seemed to be doing fine with that.

He'd nodded at her suggestion, but when he veered close enough to touched it, the chair veered away and sped up, bounding like a gazelle and leaving him behind. It leaped atop and over a vegetable cart, turning it over; the proprietor shrieked about his cabbages but was quickly left behind.

When the chair turned a hard right corner, though, Ben was there, charging up and half-leaping on to it, his knee on one arm, holding to the back with his left hand. The chair listed under his weight and slowed a little, but showed no sign of stopping; there was the impression of a head tossing, though it possessed no such thing.

"I think stopping it could be difficult," he told her dryly, again more using thoughts than anything else. "Take my hand? If nothing else, I can get you down."

[paintitgray]

Kurayami let out a little cry of alarm as the chair took off like a racehorse, and half-turned in the seat to cling to the back of the damned thing for dear life. Somebody somewhere was yelling about vegetables, but she could hardly have cared less at the moment...

...and then, the man from earlier was there again, like a friendly ambush, grabbing her 'mount' and slowing it down. There was something strange about his voice, but she didn't have the concentration at the moment to put her finger on it.

"Y-yeah," she agreed, thoroughly shaken, and flung out an arm to catch at his. She honestly wasn't sure if her legs would hold her when she landed on them, but she just wanted off by now.