Oh Mr. Clown, Oh Mr. Clown

[maskormods]

WHO: YOU.
WHERE: Heropa Greenland Park.
WHEN: Sunday August 17th, from 11AM to 10PM.
WHAT: ImPorts participate in the local carnival, hosting their own attractions, helping with the booths and rides, and/or come looking to have a good time. Details here.
WARNINGS: None anticipated; please let us know if this should be edited.

Even in the daytime, Heropa Greenland Park appears almost dour in appearance and atmosphere. Employees of the park open the creaky gates at a few minutes before 11:00AM to allow imPorts and soldiers who have been ordered as security inside. Preparations have already started, with thick and colorful streamers lining hanging from one rusty looking lamppost another along the park's pathway. The booths look a little worse for wear and the while an effort had been made the night before, the park grounds are still coated in soda spills, popcorn, leftover hot dog bits, and other sticky and grimy messes. Sometimes the lights in the event booths flicker or burst entirely.

Needless to say, this place looks like it can use a makeover. While it fares well among its locals and those from Cape Canaveral, it has not been a place of interest among others in the state for quite some time. Right now? It looks more creepy than wholesome family entertainment.

But that's what imPorts are here for, aren't they? To liven up the place!

At the heart of the park is where employees have made enough room as possible for imPorts to set up their own attractions, booths, and whatnot. There will be small platforms for some imPorts and bigger ones may need to be shared among each other, scheduling their time slots for their own performances. There will be tables should anyone need it for performances that don't require a grand stage.

By noon there the line-up park employees had been expecting turns out even better than they had hoped. There are twice as many locals who've shown up, eager to see imPorts in action up close. By 12:30PM the park is bustling with people of all ages and all appear to be having quite the time, despite the occasional issue with the rides such as the merry-go-round (oops, it slows down more than it should), the carousel (it stops at least once every two hours), and the haunted house's lights go down at some point, though this seems to have worked in its favor.

Kids are screaming in delight everywhere, there are teens trying to do risky things on faster moving rides, and everyone is passing through the center at some point to come and check out what imPorts are going to do next.

Put on your best face and give them a show they'll remember, heroes!

Comments

[glowsferatu]

[ the group passes him unmolested, making it through the exit without incident, though many of them with a quickened pace. hobgoblin doesn't care to trouble them further, she's already got her eyes on her target.

he may not see it at first, not while he's looking at the floor, but a thud hits the ground between him and the door like a large, falling shadow. deceptively quiet, for a 150lb girl dropping from the ceiling to the floor. but even if he didn't see her drop, he's likely to see her rise slowly to her feet, a horned silhouette bathed in the light of the exit. one last scare before he makes it out. ]

[brushoff]

[ Dorian had dealt with vampires, golems, necromancers and possession before in his life. However, this goes to show that even a classic jump scare can be enough to wig people out. As he hears the 'thud,' Dorian turns around, confused expression on his face...which quickly turns towards something freaked out as the horned thing rises from the floor. ]

Jesus Christ! [ he exclaimed, as he started backing up, eyes watching that horned thing as he slowly made his way towards the exit. ]

[glowsferatu]

[ unfortunately for dorian, she's between him and the exit, unless he wants to go all the way back to the entrance. the figure moves toward him, arms--no, claws--held at her sides, a deep, inhuman cackle coming from it.

whoever designed this haunted house must have gone to some extreme lengths to give the patrons a good scare. ]

[brushoff]

[ This is not his day. Like, this is exceedingly not his day. Dorian looked at that figure, listening to that cackle, watching those claws, mentally cursing because it's blocking the exit, waiting to end up a shish-ka-bob on those claws...

And then it hit him that hey, wait a moment, he has immortality. Duh.

Almost instantly, Dorian relaxes a bit. Hopefully nobody else was here because this? It's really embarrassing. Dorian doesn't move. Instead, he just looks at the horned figure...and good God is it ugly up close. Granted, that was sort of supposed to be the point of haunted houses, but still. He still looks like he's ready to sprint at a moment's notice (mostly because it's just so unnerving), but there's a look of utter revulsion on his face. ]

Well, with a face like that I can see why you'd hide in the rafters.

[ Dorian's still not entirely sure if this is a very dedicated person in a costume or actually a clawed demon goblin thing (he's hoping for clawed demon goblin thing, he's already in enough trouble, he doesn't need to get kicked out for harassing an employee) but he still looks ready to bolt. ]

[glowsferatu]

[ the sudden change in reaction is unexpected. unsatisfying. he's supposed to be afraid. if he isn't, she's doing little more than wasting her time. she slows her approach, but remains close, considering her next move.

a threat is fangless if not followed through, he must suspect she won't actually do anything to harm him if he's no longer scared. that means the threat has to be a promise, one she can't break. clearly, logically, her hand is forced.

and what her hand is forced to do exactly is grab him by the collar and shove him hard against the wall, knocking over an animatronic. a proper employee would take better care of the equipment. her head tilts to the side as she looks in his eyes, a sort of growl rising in her throat. ]

feel free to stab/terrorize/manhandle/whatever the fuck out of him, btw

[brushoff]

[ Nope, not an employee. As Dorian's grabbed, he winces a bit as his head loudly connects with the wall. Immortality didn't mean that things didn't hurt. So if this thing wasn't an employee, then that left what? A person in a costume just causing trouble? Or something supernatural?

Knowing his luck, it'd be a demon or something like that, haunting the haunted house. Dorian met its eyes, tilting his head as well, in sort of a mockery of the figure's movement. ]

What are you? [ he asked, more in confused fascination than anything else. Of course, he doubted he'd get a response: this thing didn't seem all that talkative. But it was certainly worth a shot. ]

[glowsferatu]

[ she prefers being quiet, it gives a certain air of menace to her look that she thinks is important to sell it. but sometimes an extra touch helps. she has the voice modulator for a reason, after all. ]

A nightmare, [ she growls out, in a voice that fits the face. and then, without another moment's hesitation, she tosses him against the opposite wall like a he weighs no more than a doll, cackling loudly the whole time.

when he gets up, when he turns to look for his assailant, she'll already be gone. it's a great thing about the darkness, that she can use her portals as needed without being seen. and she has a new group coming in to teach a lesson in terror to. ]

[brushoff]

[ Dorian hits the wall with a thud, falling to the ground. There's a small gash on his cheek from the impact--though that heals almost instantly as he stands up, leaving Dorian with the same flawless skin he's had his life. Frown on his face, he looks around the room for...nothing. His 'nightmare' seems to have vanished.

Huh. Well that's odd.

All in all, this was a deeply surreal experience. And so, giving the haunted house one last look of utter confusion, he makes his way out, back into the daylight. ]