May Swear In

[lastofthebog]

WHO: Everyone!
WHERE: Nonah's Fairgrounds
WHEN: May 12th
WHAT: May Swear In
WARNINGS: None expected; please warn in threads if necessary

Spring is finally beginning to fade into summer with weather starting to warm, and the trees and flowers beginning to blossom into their peak, and what better way to celebrate the welcome change in weather than with a FAIR?



The fairgrounds have been transformed overnight with a swath of rides and attractions filling the field from one edge to the other. There is, of course, a booth for imPort registration that's positioned near the entrance of the fair. Even so, imPorts with an interest in registering may have to ask a fair worker for directions. The signage on the registration booth is, for some reason, faded and easy to miss among the bright and bold banners and lights drawing attendees to the different game booths that line the paths further into the grounds. Must have just been poor planning on someone's part!

Further into the park there are a wide array of the standard carnival games. Games include from balloon pops where you can win your very own "signed" copy of imPort photographs, but does anyone actually remember signing any photos…? There's also a ring toss that no one can seem to win, but the prizes include items like a water bottle discarded by Tony Stark, or dried flowers from one of Persephone's actual vines! Or maybe you'd like to prove your sharpshooter skills by knocking milk bottles down with a pellet gun? Prizes range from cheap, poorly painted figures of popular imPorts, to a handful of detailed and poseable figurines of both imPorts and famous media characters for the very best shooters.

Past the games are the many, many different food booths. You can chow down on Fried Stuff On Sticks, offering fare ranging from deep fried cheesecake on a stick to deep fried corndogs on a stick to a variety of tempura on sticks. (It counts!!) Or perhaps you prefer a healthier roasted meat? There's no shortage of options for that: roast turkey, roast beef, roast bison, roast alligator? Strangely few, if any, of these booths offer any vegetable options, but intrepid imPorts can find a booths offering superfood smoothies, quinoa bowls, or fruit parfaits tucked away at the very end of the food court.

And don't forget the main attraction (at least, the attraction Galla is most pleased with): CAPTURE THE FLAG. A parcel of land roughly the size of two side-by-side American football fields has been fenced off, and a brightly colored banner that looks like it manifested directly from the 90s is hung across the entrance, inviting all to enjoy! Inside, there is a scattering of trees to provide some natural cover in addition to man-made structures like sections of wall, pieces of large construction pipe to crawl through or hide in, and, of course, the different flag bases:



Yes, those are inflatable dinosaur heads inside an inflatable Jurassic Adventure. The flags are located inside of the temple the top of the "mountain" which, conveniently, has a rock climbing facade just in case climbing to the top of an inflatable hill is too difficult for some players.

Capture the Flag games are held hourly, and imPorts can choose to compete against each other, against natives, or even to team up with local native attendees! When competing against or with natives, imPorts are asked to refrain from flight, mind-reading, or teleportation, but it isn't a rule being strictly enforced. In fact, apart from those requests, imPorts are encouraged to use their powers as much as they like! There are natives lined up around the perimeter to watch the games play out, so why not give them a show to remember?

Comments

[heliophilic]

Cheesecake isn't supposed to be crunchy anywhere, not unless it's got nuts in it.

And as... appetizing... as that sounds, aren't you better off for knowing?

[hellosirs]

[ M gets a flat glare and a raised eyebrow. It's the kind of expression that says 'I'm on to your bullshit, sir'. ]

I wouldn't go that far. Have you tried anything?

[heliophilic]

[M gives Angus his very best innocent smile. It barely looks believable.]

The cotton candy isn't crunchy.

[hellosirs]

[ Yeah, no, he isn't buying that for a second! ]

So much for trying things for science', huh?

[heliophilic]

Of course I tried it for science.

How else would I know it wasn't crunchy?

[hellosirs]

I suppose it'd just melt if you put it in a deep-fryer...

Is there anything other than the cotton candy that you'd recommend?

[ HE DOES NOT APPRECIATE YOUR SASS, MISTER ]

[heliophilic]

Have you had the funnel cake? Fried, but not in an abomination way.

[hellosirs]

... So it's fried cake, but it's not fried cake?

[ That's a 'no'! ]

[heliophilic]

Your loss.

[M goes up and buys one. He comes back popping a piece into his mouth.]

Guess I'll have to eat this all by myself...

[hellosirs]

[ His eyes go wide behind those big nerdy glasses. WHY THIS BETRAYAL, M! ]

I-I didn't say that I wouldn't try any! Is it really cake? It looks sort of like a pile of deep-fried noodles.

[heliophilic]

[This is just how he rolls, Angus. Keep up.]

Well.... I guess I'd be willing to share. Why not take a bite and find out?

[hellosirs]

[ He is HIGHLY SUSPICIOUS...

... but that funnel cake does smell really good. Angus tentatively rips a piece off and pops it in his mouth... and his eyes go wide as the flavour sets in. ]

... Oh wow.

[heliophilic]

[M just smiles at the reaction. Yeah, funnel cake is that good.]

I told you. Fried, but not an abomination.

[hellosirs]

You were very, very right, sir!!

[ Please hold, he's still experiencing the flavour equivalent of a hallelujah chorus! ]

[heliophilic]

[M allows Angus his moment before replying.]

There are many things you can doubt me on, but food is not one of them.

[hellosirs]

Well, what are some of the things I should doubt your experience on, for future reference?

[heliophilic]

Now... how am I supposed to know what I don't know?

[hellosirs]

Ok then, what are your areas of expertise? Generally speaking?

[heliophilic]

Maiming, punching, creative organ rearranging...

[hellosirs]

That's, um... awfully specific, sir. Are you an assassin?

[ OR POSSIBLY A REALLY FRIENDLY SERIAL KILLER... ]

[heliophilic]

I prefer the term "Aggressive Anthropology".

[hellosirs]

That can't be legal here, the police are way more stringent about, um... 'creative organ rearranging'.

[heliophilic]

Depends on the organs.

But relax, kid. I'm behaving myself here.

[As much as it pains him to do so.]

[hellosirs]

Well... good.

You're pretty forthright about your... um, your everything, huh? Most assassins try to keep their jobs on the down-low.

[heliophilic]

That's because I'm an aggressive anthropologist.

And I'm not exactly a guy with secrets. With a name like "Midnighter", subtly goes out the window.