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[pornbang]

On Saturday June 14, Valley Fair opens at 10 AM to a warm, sunny day.  The highs are supposed to reach nearly 80 degrees, but for now it's breezy and a little cooler; although there are thunderstorms promised in the evening, it's basically a perfect day to be at an amusement park.

Which is where the population of St. Jude's has been invited to be

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[little_gust]

May's first priority is to get herself an ice cream cone, complete with flake, to nom on whilst she queues for the rollercoaster. Because rollercoasters are awesome and so is she, and therefore she is not at all concerned that eating something which mostly consists of milk and sugar beforehand will have messily unpleasant results later on. For everyone's sake, she had better be right about that.

[buggedboy]

Jack's first priority, on the other hand, is to ride every single ride in the park. Yes, all of them. At once.

Unfortunately, the people running Valley Fair-- and also, the laws of physics-- forbid this. So after much internal debate and angst, Jack has settled on going for the rollercoaster first, and as it happens he's just in front of May in line, eyeing that ice cream cone speculatively. "How's the food here?" he asks, flashing her a friendly grin. "Haven't had time to try it yet."

[little_gust]

For the sake of the typist totally read about the park and realised there were multiple rollercoaster type rides before typing, whatever are you implying, let's say they're queuing for the BIGGEST rollercoaster, because that's the one that the term 'the rollercoaster' is liable to be most apt for. Yes.

ANYWAY. May licks her lips and regards the cone with mock-seriousness before flashing a smile at Jack. "Ice cream is good. Can't speak for the rest of it - yet." Oh yes, that's a statement of intent, snack food vendors.

[buggedboy]

Of course it's the biggest rollercoaster. Like Jack would settle for anything else. "Rest of it smells good," he points out. "But smells can be deceiving." Shrug, and a pause during which he tries to remember that proper small talk should never be about food poisoning. "I figured I might as well ask first. Just to be safe."

He's still glad he hasn't eaten yet, though. No point wasting (potentially) perfectly good food by losing it again right afterwards.

[five_point_no]

Brian is a little bit late to arrive, but he made the effort not to forget and get lost in his programming. After all, he did say he was going to be there - and that he was okay with going watersliding, so he is also wearing swimming trunks under his clothes. It's more efficient that way. And he brought a camera, just in case.

It is kind of tempting to take photos of the various foods on sticks - are those corn dogs - but for now he will satisfy himself with staring at them as if he wants to dissect them and learn if the deep-frying process imparts any horrifying transformation alongside the ridiculous calorie increase. Hopefully he'll remember not to turn that kind of look on anyone he knows.

[unshielded]

There are people like Brian, and then there are people like Steve. People who -- ooh, corn dogs! And funnel cake! Oh, delicious fried dough. ♥

Steve tries valiantly to juggle the paper plate and the corn dog stick and the fresh-squeezed lemonade and his sketchbook wedged under his arm, but he can't quite get everything to balance, at least without dropping his sketchbook in the dirt -- and how about no. The funnel cake sliiiides precariously toward the edge of the plate, and the corn dog wobbles as he starts to lose his grip on the stick.

Disaster is imminent.

[five_point_no]

A lot of people would notice Steve's predicament and watch the ensuing trainwreck with a mixture of deer-in-headlights syndrome and America's Funniest Home Videos-ingrained morbid fascination, cueing up their mental laugh tracks. A few would flutter over to be apologetically obtrusive in their helpfulness - alright, that's mostly the girls, who would be all mothering and polite. Brian is neither of these types of people, having an underdeveloped trainwreck sense and a non-existent mothering instinct, but he can see the probability of impending food loss and, well, he's close enough to just walk over and help in time, so why not?

He has... no idea how to announce himself, so he just settles on a neutral "Hey," as he grabs the plate of funnel cake (it needs stabilising in a new grip, and grabbing the stick of the corn dog would be too tricky in comparison, what with fingers and relative surface area) and then carefully scoops Steve's sketch book off the ground. "You probably don't want to drop these."

[unshielded]

Saved! By... the mysteryboy who has his sketchbook now. Yaaay, mysteryboy!

"Oh man, thanks." He rights the funnelcake plate and... hmm. Hold the corn dog like that, and the lemonade like that... "I think I've got it. Tuck my sketchbook in right here?" He indicates the crook of his lemonade-arm.

"I'm Steve. Do you want some funnel cake?"

[nomadshero]

"Hey what about those

[sugarcomanigh]

HEY IT'S THAT GUY FROM THE PARK :D :D Never mind that the last time Alex saw this particular gentlemen he was definitely glaring and definitely at Alex, or the last time they talked on LJ the words exchanged were not particularly nice ones. None of that means a thing to Alex, because clearly it's all fun and games to the other youth as much as it is for him.

Which is why he bounds over with a face full of cotton candy as soon as Elliot's ancient decrepit crotchety old man departs, chews, swallows, and starts out, "You're not seriously going on any of those right." Hello, what's hello, Alex doesn't need your formalities.

[nomadshero]

OH GOD WHY. The moment he sees Alex a sour frown situates onto Elliot's face, like Alex might carry with him a nasty smell. You foul, dawg. Step off. Or something.

He sighs, folding his arms over his chest, and shakes his head. This can't be happening. This same guy, who is annoying as hell, keeps finding him. MAGICALLY. At the question, he turns with a scoff. But, what's this? He turns back to deadpan at his peer with that gaze that asks Does it look like would fit in that bumblebee? Or something to that effect.

[sugarcomanigh]

Pssh, he smells awesome and he knows it (he does, actually - Calvin Klein Euphoria that he conned off the counter salesman himself). No frown will dissuade him now.

Shock and awe, a vague attempt at communication! Nonverbal though it may be, it gives the teen hope. Just what Elliot was trying for, surely. "Good, then I can potentially maintain some mild amount of respect for you. Want some cotton candy?" He offers the pink fluffy goodness over. "It's not poisoned, I promise - unless one of the carnies poisoned it, but it doesn't smell or taste funny and I haven't passed out so far, so they'd have to know what they're doing and you'd think if they knew their poisons so well they could get a better job than working the Valley Fair." ... :D?

[andsocanyou]

Allison is boredly milling around, looking for her friends before getting to the tasks of eating and riding rides because both those things are much more entertaining with friends. Pretty much every time she passes a poster with the scavenger hunt group assignments she grins because Alex and Ben are in her group and she loves both of them to death.

She keeps messing with her headphones for lack of anything better to do with her hands, listening to something that sounds far too perky and probably not english. Somebody needs to come along so she can start taking pictures and doing things already!

[ugliest_shirts]

Ben is also boredly milling around, for the moment; he's got nothing against amusement parks, exactly, but they're not quite his thing either. He's here more out of curiosity about the new kids, and is currently peering at the scavenger hunt groupings, immensely gratified to see a Sarah grouped with him. He doesn't know a Sarah! This should be fun.

He's most certainly within Allison's line of sight; he just hasn't noticed yet. Clearly he is ripe for ambush. Ahem.

[andsocanyou]

Which is pretty much what happens. She doesn't outright attack him very often in real life (she saves that for verbally, over the internet) but she does now because he's the first person she knows that she sees. She runs at him and launches herself at his back for the most forceful hug ever...not. Thinking that perhaps that is a Very Bad Idea since Ben could fall face first to the very hard pavement. Whoops. "OH EM GEE BEN~!"

[ugliest_shirts]

Luckily for everyone involved, Ben has excellent balance; he squawks indignantly and teeters precariously for a moment, but grabs onto the signpost the list is taped to and manages to stay more or less upright, though he's trying to twist around and actually see her. ". . . uh, hi, Allison."

He sounds so resigned, poor boy.

[littlelesseve]

And over here, flirting idly with the ticket boy, we have a Maria. She pretty much shed her more unnecessary articles of clothing immediately after being unleashed and eyed warily by the administration attending, like jailbait as punctuation, and is wandering around in a denim skirt approximately the size of a tea cozy as well as her pirate bikini top.

She is radiating being terribly pleased with herself right now, and probably will continue to do so for a while.

[hundredand10]

Clearly this is a sign that Ren should show up and do a little dork dance of glee and OMG SCHOOL IS OVER. Isn't it a beautiful dance?

[littlelesseve]

It totally is. Maria abandons ticket boy in favor of mimicking Ren's dance playfully, although she has...a slightly different way about it, mind you. "Hi! So this is pretty awesome, right? Even for a school-sponsored gig!"

[hundredand10]

"It is awesome because we make it awesome, 'cause we're awesome and special snowflakes, right? School didn't lie about that, did they?" No, of course not, small, strange and over-sugared teen. School did not lie.