maskormenacelogs | Oh Mr. Clown, Oh Mr. Clown

[ For the first few hours of the day, before he heads off to the swamp, Dick mills around the carnival. He's not about to demonstrate his powers in public, but he does stop by a few rides to coax the choked controls back to life. All in a day's work.

He can be found here, there, and everywhere: babytalking the pygmy goats at the petting zoo, riding the carousel, carrying around cotton candy the size of his torso, and trying to drag just about anyone he knows into the haunted house with him. ]

C'mon, it'll be fun!

1/ set up

[ This was something he could do in his sleep, and while he wasn't particularly a fan of electricity (How to Become a Canadian in 10 Easy Steps: Step 1 Get a Big Hat, Step 2 Lick electrical sockets, Step 3--) he could fix a generator and screw in new lightbulbs like any decent bachelor should be able to.

Fraser made the rounds cheerfully, Diefenbaker at his heel. He occasionally burst into a hearty round of 'Nellie the Elephant' or 'I Went to the Animal Fair', nailed up fallen boards and sewed shut holes in canvas, painted a new sign or two, and as a general rule seemed to enjoy helping. ]

Can I help you with that?

2/ purse thief

[ You'd have to be particularly cocky to come to an event like this, full of imPorts and soldiers, and actually risk thieving from the locals, but where large crowds gathered, those who knew how to work among them without being seen also came. People were drunk on sugar and distracted, and unsurprisingly that made easy pickings.

But Benton Fraser was always on the lookout for crime in action. He caught the pickpocket's wrist just as it dived out of a stranger's pocket with its prize, twisted his hand upward, and held him there with the purse presented. He couldn't be more than twelve, Fraser thought, but mean looking already--and that wasn't so surprising when he spoke, his eastern European accent sounding distinctly Russian:

Let me go! Let me go already! ]

Excuse me [ He addressed the owner of the purse. ] I believe this is yours?

3/ polar bear

[ Where a moment before there had been a man in a red Henley - his own clothing at last, a featherlight flannel shirt - jeans, and a Mountie hat, now there was nine feet of polar bear. He hadn't meant to do it. In fact, he'd been watching someone else performing their tricks and simply thinking on the fact that he should be able to do it and then...

And then there was a polar bear in the middle of the concourse, people knocked out of the way by his enormous bulk, and Fraser made life infinitely more difficult for everyone by getting confused, and standing up on his hind legs, pawing at the air, and only managing to topple over backwards as his own balance failed him, sending people diving out of the way.

After five minutes of getting his bearings and working out that yes, he had in fact turned into a polar bear, he started trying to work out how to not be a polar bear any more. And when that didn't work he decided to walk it off, aware that he was making a scene everywhere he went, and that he was suddenly very, very hungry for raw seal...and candy floss. So here is a polar bear walking past. Or a polar bear eating your candy floss. And sharing it with his pet wolf. Sorry about that. ]

4/ knife-throwing

[ But before he changes into a polar bear and succumbs to the power of his own sweet tooth, Fraser stops by an empty booth where 'Knife Throwing' was painted on the panel above the desk. A piece of paper that said just 'hospital' had been hastily taped over the title, and Fraser reached up to take it down, humming thoughtfully. The throwing knives had been left on the counter - which he considered to be dangerous (anyone could just take them; a child, even) - and yet when he picked them up they had a comfortable weight in his hand, a perfect balance. They were good knives. He juggled one of them one-handed (Proper Preparation Prevents Poor Performance), then threw it sharply into the target, a huge spinning board with straps attached to it that was clearly meant for a second person.

WHUMP.

The sound drew the attention of a five year old child, who squealed with delight, and suddenly there was a crowd gathering, pushing up against the booth like an impenetrable wall of faces. Fraser scratched his ear with one hand, looking nervous.

Come on, come on! Yelled the crowd, and: Where's your assistant, anyway? ]

My assistant? I uh--I don't have an assistant. I'm not--oh dear.

[ The crowd were murmuring, looking between each other for a volunteer, all but baying for blood, and Fraser had no say in the matter any more. There was going to have to be a show before he would be able to flee. So... How about a Mountie throwing knives at you? Up for that? ]

Edited 2014-08-17 20:59 (UTC)

HUMAN
[ Toboe is super excited to be at the carnival, but it's obvious he is also super lost. he has never been to an event and place like this, and all the rides confuse him a bit, and yet he tries to see every single one of them and figure out what they do.

the boy doesn't go to a line nor he tries the rides - he is a wolf, after all, he has no idea what he is supposed to do - but watching so many people around brings a smile to his lips.

It sure is nice to see people so happy, after what happened at the summer camp. ]

WOLF
[ there is a wolf walking around, but most people will think it's a dog because of the way it acts. Very friendly, it allows everyone to pet him, and the "REGISTERED" tattoo on his wrist makes people even more at ease, it seems.

but when he isn't surrounded by children squealing as they try to pet the large "dog", he is sniffing around near the food stands, begging people to throw him something to eat. And if he isn't noticed, he will ask to be noticed.

Which is what he is doing now, approaching the first person he sees holding food and gently pawing at their leg as he whines. After, Toboe sits and tilts his head to the side, waiting for the person to turn and perhaps share some of their food with a hungry wolf ]

[ Fillmore was lost.

Alright, maybe he wasn't. But he sure felt like he was, weaving in between people and tents and performances like... well, like someone who was desperately trying to find his way. But that didn't mean he even had a set goal in mind - he had no idea where he was going or where he was even meant to be and the fact of the matter was he still hadn't wrapped his head around this Supehero business. Was he even supposed to be anywhere at all or could he just watch. Observe. Try and make sense of what he hadn't made any sense of yet.

These powers that everyone around him seemed to have, to share, to possess along with him; Fillmore was just a little lost. Confused. He knew he had one, he even knew what it was but that didn't matter so much when it still baffled him. Maybe he was supposed to just accept it and he could to a certain extent but it was so strange. (Stranger even that they knew his name - Madder Red, Madder Red, Madder Red - but that just made him feel even worse.) Even if he could accept it, he wouldn't be performing - there was nothing to perform - but it was just something he couldn't do. Wasn't supposed to be able to do. And now he could. Now he could be a superhero because he could talk to cats... unlikely.

Lost in thought, Fillmore stopped paying attention to his every footstep and finally came into a collision course with, well, you. Oops. ]

Oh- i'm sorry! I wasn't trying to run into you, my apologies.

Edited 2014-08-17 21:07 (UTC)

[ There is one girl not screaming and running to participate in the rides or ..having fun at all, really. That would be Clementine, and she was content to stay well away from the crowds, sitting on a bench with a small plate of food and drink next to her. From the looks of things, she was more interested in watching other people have fun, than have fun herself. She'll say hello if someone passes by or looks like they need help though. ]

SHOWING OFF HER POWERS

[ No1 is showing off her powers: super-strength and healing magic. At first people were kind of scared since she is ALWAYS wearing her mask (she loves her mask, even if no longer works in this world), but then people decided to have a go at it - children, mostly. They'd bring her something to bend and/or break, and they'd laugh and clap happily as they watched the giant and her super-strength. She even arm wrestled with someone who wanted to see how far he could go, even though Noi didn't budge a millimeter.

And finally it came the healing powers. For that, she pulled her mask up and when a kid with a broken arm came closer and asker her to heal it, all she did was to breathe out a black smoke that fell on the arm and the next second everything was fine. She broke the plaster and after he made sure nothing hurt and he could move his arm properly, the kid started running, amazed, calling his friends so they'd all see.

After that, A LOT of people started surrounding Noi. When you have magic that can cure cancer, you are not going to ignore it. ]

Woah, woah, calm down! This is a demonstration, not a hospital!

FOOD, FOOD EVERYWHERE

[ the rare times No1 isn't wearing her mask in public, are those times when she is wolfing down something. Of course she has to take off her mask, how else she can put food in her mouth? Which is exactly what she is doing right now.

White long hair tied up in a bun, red eyes eyeing food, and wallet (it has a small satanic symbol, aww how cute!) in hand ready to spend the money in it. She sure had lunch, and probably asked for seconds (and thirds, and fourths...), but about 30 minutes later there she was buying MORE food. Donuts, hot dogs, hamburgers, ice cream, cotton candy, popcorn... she doesn't seem to be picky with her food at all since she LOVES it all.

Only after she has her arms full she will finally sit down to eat it all. ]

clean up

[Mabel's decided her powers aren't really glitzy enough to show off during peak carnival hours, but they are kind of perfect for helping the employees clean up before the park even opens. She summons all five of her Waddles Juniors with a small POP! and lets them loose on the garbage. Those adorable piglets are going to town on the leftover hot dog bits.]

carnival time

[Mabel spends most of her time at the petting zoo, occasionally making sure that citizens and imports are having fun and being nice to the animals. Mostly, though, she's in the thick of things herself. There are so many goats and they are all so cute oh my gosh. She leaves the single Waddles Junior that remains accompanying her outside the goat pen. The pig doesn't look jealous, but who knows what it's thinking.

The rest of the time Mabel and Waddles are wandering the carnival, checking out the rides and eating truly disgusting amounts of funnel cake and cotton candy.]

Edited 2014-08-17 21:29 (UTC)

JUN
[ Satan came because he was bored, but he also came because he heard about imPorts showing off their powers. And that is interesting when you are Satan who might eventually have to fight these people; to know what others can do is always great informations to keep for later on.

He came to the Carnival as Jun. Jun Fudou is a Japanese woman in her middle twenties, petite and jovial. She is kind and wears a smile more often than a frown, but she is a bit dense. Friendly but a bit stubborn, too. As she walks around the Carnival, she smiles at any native who spots her tattoo and beams at her.

Eventually, they ask if she'd show them her powers. She does try to refuse with a smile ]

I'm sorry, my powers aren't really something most people would enjoy. [ Jun gives a step or two back, trying to escape the native who still asks her to show them, and eventually bumps into someone. You.

jun quickly turns around ] Oh, sorry! I didn't see you!

RAN

[ Ran Asuka is yet another of Satan's forms. Only one person knows she is actually Satan, which is good, but even with them the archangel will stick to his disguise. Ran is a hard working woman with no friends and that may take things a bit too seriously. She often sounds far too cold, but speak to her long enough and she might warm up.

While she doesn't look interested in showing off her powers, even if some people ask her about it, she is walking around the park, watching everyone and everything, while she take a drag from her cigarette.

She might stop for a moment, watching an imPort showing off their power. You could say she is paying A LOT of attention to them too, almost like studying them. Yes, she is indeed. And she isn't even ashamed of that. ]

( a )
Annie found there were two advantages to being asked to help with the dunk tanks: one, they were set up with a good angle in on the performance stages, where imPorts were showing off their powers, and two, it required absolutely no people skills on her part. All she had to do was fall, and she was (she thought, almost tempted into a sardonic grin) a little too used to falling.

Annie was wearing an oversized t-shirt with the park's logo emblazoned on the chest and across her back. She even had swim trunks on to deal with the inevitable fall into the water, in their bright blue-green tropical pattern. It was probably the brightest thing Annie had worn in recent memory. She'd spent some time midday helping with the "mining" efforts, simply to understand what they were, and see what the hell continuum looked like in the first place.

Extremely hard rock, as it turned out.

Now she was sitting on the platform, idly kicking her legs as she looked over toward the performance stages. No one had been by to toss anything at her for a while. She was starting to dry out.

( b )
Anything else, discussed or otherwise! Please PM me for a specific starter.

i
[It's easy to find Winry - she's the one making sure the rides are in good working condition, greasing the gears and carrying around a toolkit to make sure everything stays in good working condition.]

Hey! Be careful, I haven't anchored those electrical cords yet!

ii
[After her turn working at the carnival is over, Winry's cleaned up, walking around in a tank top and a pair of capris, looking at everything, and hoping someone will go on a ride or five with her. Or help her eat some cotton candy or caramel popcorn.

She may be found in the petting zoo, still missing her dog, Den, and enjoying being around animals.]

haunted house, 4-5pm

[ that the attraction is so dark works in her favor. normally she'd let out her glow in a time like this, but the uniform keeps it all in, and it's better not to be seen anyway.

as patrons pass through the house, there will be an odd boggy smell. something moves just at the edge of their peripheral vision, but doesn't engage. hobgoblin simply watches, stalks. hunts.

she lets them get close to the end, just to where they can see the light coming in from the exit, before she strikes. leaping down from the ceiling in front of them with a deep, sickly cackle. some of them attack out of fear, and those she strikes back, letting them run screaming with shallow scratches. something has definitely claimed the haunted house, and it's leaving everyone running in terror. ]

[Wherever you see Light today, and whatever he happens to be doing, you may notice a bruise on his face. It rests a little above his left temple, partially hidden with the way his hair falls to frame his features. The rest of it is more than noticeable, however. He'll not explain why he's sporting it, unless asked.

That being said, feel free to find him:]

A: BOBBING FOR APPLES

[The way Light seems transfixed on the apples, floating within a large metal basin, makes it seem like he almost wishes to partake in the activity. This isn't necessarily true; he's simply taking a break from wandering around the carnival for now, and the glimmer of the red and green catches his eye for a brief moment, causing him to pause in consideration.

He was, in fact, just about to move on when the employee managing the booth steps up to him with a grin. Ah, an imPort! Care to give it a try? It's free, and if you snag a green apple you win a prize!

Light blinks.] No, thank you, I was just-

[Don't be shy! the man steps forward and pats Light on the back with a grin, causing him to step forward closer to the basin so that he doesn't lose his balance. Do your part, boy, and enjoy yourself; the locals want to see the imPorts enjoying themselves, too. You might draw a bigger crowd!

Light immediately thinks of ten different ways to protest, but the instilled sense of obligation makes him bite back his words. He holds back a sigh and nods.]

All right.

[Good, good! says the man, stepping back. Only a moment of hesitation passes as Light glances around, trying to make certain there's no one here he recognizes that would see him do such a... silly thing. Satisfied, and with one swift movement, he's going for a green apple bobbing in the water.

If someone wants to see Light Yagami stick his face in a tub of water filled with apples, now is the time.]

B: RING TOSS

[Light is at the bottom of his bucket of plastic rings, and has had no success tossing one around the neck of a green glass bottle. He's not... frustrated, really. (Or he tells himself that, at least.) But he is frowning as he looks at the entire set-up, distinctly unimpressed.

(Only because he hasn't won so far.)

Why was he doing this? He knows that-]

The chance of actually winning anything at this game is minuscule by its very design. I do realize this, you understand.

[The man working the booth just shrugs in return. You gonna throw that last ring or what, kid?]

C: WILDCARD

[You decide!!]

[a: she blinded me with science]

[Wanda's been in Florida for a little over a week now and for once she finds herself leaning back on some of the same spells she used to use back in the Savage Lands. With a limited wardrobe she uses her magic to adjust her outfit once she gets to the fairgrounds. It's hotter and more humid than she'd been expecting. The crisp skirt she's been wearing to the science museum for work is turned into a pair of rather short jean-shorts. The blouse becomes a vivid teal tube top, and the necklace she wears and high-heeled sandals stay in place as if to dress up the outfit a bit.

After all, she's representing the museum as one of it's imPort assistant curators, using what considerable charms she has to encourage both interest and donations for the institution. Working alongside Miranda Lawson, Wanda doesn't make a spectacle of herself by showing off her gifts, but she does smile and draw in people passing by to come see some of what the museum has set up. The experiments aren't complicated or even dangerous but they're showy crowd-pleasers who draw people in. Passes for 50% off tickets are offered to those who come and watch the experiments and of course those who donate, and while it's not exhausting work, Wanda finds herself getting thirsty.

Reaching up, she wipes her forehead with the back of her hand and looks around to see if there's anyone else she ought to be pulling in, and barring that, attempts to find where she last left her water bottle.]

[b: a splendid time is guaranteed for all]

[As Wanda is by no means the only representative of the museum, she's not obligated to spend the entire time at the booth. Four hours past the opening of the carnival she's set free to enjoy it as she pleases. It's the hottest point of the day and so her first goal is to get a fresh drink with a great deal of ice to enjoy under the shade before even considering any of what the carnival has to offer.

Truthfully, she's not expecting much. The booth she's been working at was well put together, manned by knowledgeable and organized people, and there had been others that were the same...but the Carnival itself seems as if it's seen better days. The paint is faded or rusted over in places on some of the rides, the ground is littered with trash here and there, and she can only hope it all looks better when lit up at night.

All the same, Wanda can be found wandering the grounds for the better part of the afternoon and evening, looking in on those imPorts who have agreed to show off their abilities, snacking on some of the less questionable carnival food, peeking in at some of the rides and games with some obvious consideration, as well as stopping by the dunk tank to see if anyone of interest is sitting on the ledge.]

Edited 2014-08-17 23:37 (UTC)

the leopard table
Alright, so turning things leopard print isn't a useful power. But it's one with visual aftereffects. Besides, Freddie doesn't want that many people to know about her supermemory and she certainly isn't going to tell these happy fairgoers that hey, if they got murdered then she could totally tell that.

She's not wearing leopard herself, instead wearing a orange dress with a flowered top. But, Freddie's got a bag full of knickknacks that she bought from the dollar store--little tacky army men and ugly farm animals that don't really look like animals. For only fifty cents, you can see the color of the little tacky army man change and keep it for yourself as a prize. For five dollars, Freddie can turn any item of yours leopard print.

Thankfully, the effect wears off after a day. But Freddie's not telling people that. Instead, she's greeting everybody with a smile that, if you even talked to her once, is obviously utterly fake.

food and drink
Somebody has pushed a corn dog onto Freddie, despite her loudly protesting that she's a vegetarian. So, there's Freddie Lounds, standing in front of a food booth, holding a corn dog and looking utterly dour.

"Here," she says, turning to the nearest person, and practically sticking the corn dog in their face. "You take it. Otherwise, it's going in the trash."

the human pincushion. warning for blood & mild self-injury
Well, this was new. Dorian Gray, sideshow freak. This was hardly what he had in mind. Oh, he's sure that whatever devil he sold his soul too is laughing it up in hell, as Dorian sits at a booth, with a crude sign proclaiming him as "DORIAN GRAY: THE IMMORTAL MAN." Half the time is spent telling people over twenty that of course he isn't that Dorian Gray, why would the Porter bring in a fictional character, he's just a guy with an unfortunate name and healing powers. The other half of the time is split between telling stories of his past (want to hear what the 1880s were like? here's your man) and giving himself minor injuries so people can watch in amazement as he heals up.

He's having a blast, and has somehow attracted a gaggle of teenage boys who think that the fact that he can't get hurt is super cool and keep egging on Dorian to slice his arm again, c'mon man, do it.

"It still hurts, you know," Dorian remarked, with a sigh, as he picked up the knife and made two small cuts on his arm. The teenage boys let out a chorus of 'gnarly' and 'that's so gross, dude' as the cuts healed themselves, leaving his skin as perfect as it was before. "Now, is that it?" From the back of the group, a small voice piped up. Can you set yourself on fire?

The attention is wonderful. The fact that he's somehow become the most interesting thing in the world to these teenage boys is doing nothing but fueling his ego. But now, as the group of boys start badgering him to yeah, set yourself on fire, don't be a weenie dude, come onnnn it'll be so cool, Dorian looks like he wants to strangle all of them.

spooky scary
Someone (wisely) shut down Dorian's booth after he made a little kid cry when Dorian stabbed himself in his hand. Health and safety, we can't have you stabbing yourself when there's food nearby, blah blah blah. And really, 'Dorian Gray tells you stories about the past' isn't nearly as interesting as 'Dorian Gray: watch him stab himself.' So, for the latter half of the day, Dorian wanders around the fairground, cotton candy in hand, as he occasionally goes on some rides. Most of the time though, he's people watching.

This time, however, he's found himself in line for the haunted house. Why not, it's certainly something to do. Cheap thrills and ghost masks were never really his forte, but he hasn't been to a haunted house in literally years. And he's here, he's bored, why not see how Heropa does scary?

Turning to whoever's next to him, Dorian offers a wicked grin. "So, any idea if it'll be the typical jump scare and spooky noises fare, or is it something better?"

PETER PARKER, the photo booth, carnival start to early afternoon

[A little more high tech than your usual old timey carnival photo booth, this one's got a green screen backdrop and a rack of clothes arrayed by theme: the Wild West, 1920's gangsters, pirates, and in keeping with the goal of the carnival, imports. Amongst others, there's a boxy configuration of red and yellow foam that's presumably Iron Man, a red and blue costume with teardrop-shaped cutouts in the mask, a rich purple suit in an old-fashioned cut complete with complimentary waistcoat and ruffled cravat, and several sizes of a military uniform in light earth tones with all manner of steampunkish straps and buckles -- getting into and out of one of those should be interesting.

The front display shows a choice of theme-appropriate backdrops for the green screen, as well as options to get prints in standard, sepia, or halftone effect. It's a shame the screen is cracked and worn almost white in places, and the plastic covers on the display are warped and a bit dingy-looking despite Peter's best attempts to clean up with a bit of elbow grease.

Even at this early hour there's a steady trickle of locals in and out of the booth, but at the down times Peter's perched on a stool behind the displays -- woolgathering, though he'll perk up if anyone comes to speak to him.]

SPIDER-MAN, early afternoon

[Spider-Man was meant to be demonstrating his powers: lifting a few heavy objects here, some target shooting with webbing pellets there, maybe even some sedate leap-frog rides for the kiddies. Instead he appears to be sitting cross-legged in the grass with a passel of children, teaching them cat's cradle using his web-lines.]

( THE PLATFORMS; OTA )

[ demonstration of your powers was not a strong selling point. derek probably would have avoided the entire business if it wasn't for the fact that derek doesn't trust even something as unassuming as a carnival not to turn into a bloodbath if left unattended. he'd ignored the summer camp business and look how that turned out.

so here he was. at a carnival, expression somewhere between resigned and interested as he walked through the platforms. it makes his skin itch, the idea of performing like that, of being so open about it. but this entire set up makes skin itch, paranoid. it's a little disappointing though, the way he can't let himself flash teeth and claws at some of the children who eyes him with a mixture of suspicion and expectation when they catch sight of the mark on his wrist. derek eventually pulls his sleeves down.

he lingers at a few different platforms, loiters a little, people-watching. he's not approaching anyone, but he's not turning away from anyone who makes eye contact with him, nodding in acknowledgement, eyebrows raising as he tips his chin up. ]

( THE FOOD CARTS; CLOSED TO STILES )

[ eventually derek gives up on staking out the platforms. he's not sure he's even supposed to be here if he isn't working, but no one's thrown him out yet. there were some tense looks from the line of guards by the fence, but derek didn't get close enough to test those waters. yet, at least. he settles for sniffing out the actual reasons he's here, meaning stiles and scott and lydia. he finds stiles first, draws up beside him silently before speaking. ]

The food here is disgusting. Don't waste your money.

[ because who needs greetings when you can make judgmental comments about food choice, right? ]

( GAMES; CLOSED TO TRUBEL )

[ the last time derek was actually at a carnival he was in high school, but this one is exactly the same. the same smell, the same cacophony of noise from the crowd, and the same rip-off games. derek's lingering around the strength test, watching, considering attempting it just to see the expressions on the booth operators faces when he actually won. but he hasn't committed yet, just snickers a little as another patron gets waved away. derek steps back to let him pass, and steps right onto the shoe of the girl who'd ended up behind him. derek doesn't know if he'd missed her in the noise of the crowd, or if he just hadn't been paying attention. he doesn't particularly like either of those options. ]

You shouldn't sneak up on people.

[ is what he manages in lieu of actual apology, turning to actually get a look at her, study her face. ]

Did I hurt you?

[ which at least is less openly hostile than the first statement. ]

Edited 2014-08-18 00:16 (UTC)

[ Tonight Bruce Wayne wasn't himself. He blended in with the other fairgoers, his hair brushed forward so that it fell in curtains over his chocolate colored contact concealed eyes. He wore a hooded longsleeved shirt despite the weather, one that boasted a band name he didn't know, and there were dozens of silver colored bracelets around both his wrists, so many of them in fact that they both obscured his tattoo and made a slight rattling sound as he jerked his hands in and out of his pockets. He slouched, he twitched like he was using something, and he never kept eye contact with anyone for more than a half-second at a time.

He was not Bruce Wayne.

He wasn't here to make contacts, wasn't here to be seen, wasn't here to make grand gestures and dance with all the politician's wives. He was here to blend into the crowd, chew on matchsticks like he needed a fix, and generally suck in the atmosphere...

No, that was a lie. He was here to find out as much as he could about other people's superpowers so that he could store all the data he could get hold of in his computer. Because no good deed ever went unstalked when there was a Bat on the wing. ]

[ OOC: I realize I've made Bruce super difficult to tag here, since mostly he's at the carnival for observational purposes, but he absolutely can be approached by people whether they know who he is or not, and he may indeed go investigating if there are suspicious goings on behind the bouncy castle, so feel free to set up with your character being suspicious too idk. If your character has powers that would suss out his subterfuge let me know when you tag, though. Otherwise go wild. Thank you! ]

Dunk tank!

[What's a carnival without a dunk tank, especially during a hot and muggy Florida summer? Thankfully, it's large enough for the seven foot tall draconian who is currently occupying it. The tunic and kilt he's wearing are soaked already, and water glints off of dark bronze scales.

It's more entertaining than he thought it would be. As people pass by, he throws friendly insults to get them to play, easily countering anything thrown at him.]

Leisure time!

[When he isn't helping with the dunk tank, he's wandering around the carnival, enjoying the sights and playing some of the games. Several of them are similar to games his own people play during their yearly carnival. He has to assume his human form to go on most of the rides, but for someone from a world where there aren't even guns yet, it's worth it.

He's also attracting attention with his appearance, especially from children. By now, he's spent enough time around human younglings to get acclimated to them, and he indulges their questions and requests to touch his wings or horns, being reminded of his own younglings back home. Curiosity seems to be a universal trait.]

Wild card!

[Any other ideas?]

i. Working the booth

[Ring toss, it's a simple enough game though that Margaery is able to run the booth. That's not where the real fun is though, she spends the day selling more turns by flirting, laughing a lot and encouraging, it was incredible with a warm smile and a hand on the arm could do.

She gives a warm smile as her next customer walks up, tucking a strand of hair behind one ear.]

Welcome to the ring toss! You look like you can win this easily.

ii. Taking a break

[As much fun as she's having, it's nice to step away for a bit to see the carnival. She doesn't think she's never been free like this to just wander around and see the sights, even when she went around King's Landing on unofficial visits there were guards, ladies trailing her every step.

She was glad that she brought some seeds tucked into the pocket of her jeans and she stops to hand a rose she grew in her hand to a little girl who looked upset about not winning a game. She's not willing to show off her new power but she still wanted to use it to benefit others.

Her other priority is trying some of the carnival food, treating herself to the oddity of cotton candy.]

[Although the event is significantly more casual than those he is used to attending, Yuri can be found throughout the park between the hours of 11AM and 5PM dressed in a clean, ironed business suit accented by one of the many flamboyant neckties that he owns.

He visits the cotton candy vendor with some regularity, makes frequent trips to get himself tea, can be found participating in a handful of games (particularly those favoring marksmanship of any kind, and those that allow him to get a good look at power demonstrations), and spends the rest of his time beneath an awning at a table where individuals may bring their complaints of malfunctioning equipment or their search for someone who will help them along in their hero career.

Do feel free to engage him at any point in time.]

display platforms.

[ Loki knew that they were a draw, and it was evident from the impromptu photoshoots and glamorous welcome parties that the federal government ushered them all into upon their arrival. this was a little extreme and more than at a lack of subtlety—to the point where it was almost humorous. he knew enough about carnivals (and unfortunate byproduct of watching too many B-horror flicks) to know when the imPorts were the intended sideshow.

he's kept his flair to a minimum, which meant no jacket and no headpiece today. instead he was in a pair of jeans and a green hoodie. it was almost as inconspicuous as you could be when you were a god. despite the choice of clothes, his presence still stuck out like a sore thumb. his curiosity about the powers given to the others might've been the main draw for being here, but he wasn't against taking some time for other festivities. ]

In for a display, are we? Maybe some fireworks or some general explosions.

carnival games aka general mischief.

[ between the ring toss and the milk bottle game, Loki's gotten himself quite the haul of stuffed, fuzzy novelties. whenever there's a ding of a bell along with the announcement of his victory, there's an expression of mock surprised mixed with smug satisfaction that comes with it. no matter how small the win, the little thrill associated never seemed to dull. ]

It seems I've won again.

[ he says to a particularly handsome alien-shaped stuffed doll. he tosses it up single-handedly and tucks it into his bag before he stops in front of another booth. some games were easier to cheat at, and others were a tad more obvious when there was obvious treachery afoot. he bypassed the ones that required luck, as he's sure he'd be caught, and he wasn't ready to give up his diabolical winning streak just yet.

darts were as easy as cards, and he didn't exactly need much an added slight of hand to cause a balloon to pop. so, he takes on deliberately missing the first round, and with a sympathetic look from the booth vendor, puts down the cash for another. this time it's fun. each one a bull's eye, with the added benefit of a double balloon pop.

ah, small pleasures in mischief. ]

NOTE | feel free to work the booth that he's trying to scam and catch him. weep.

funnel cake.

[ aside from games, snooping and general mischief, the second best thing about a mortal carnival was the food. giving up his quest for the perfect corn dog, he comes across a Midgardian delicacy known as a funnel cake.

waiting in line for one was the worst.

aside from the pleasant scent being almost maddeningly enticing, the line itself was a mismatch of carnival goers who had exactly the same idea as he did, and he can't help but feel a little jumbled among bodies running on low patience. when he finally gets to the front and claims the last prize for the evening, he finds that every bit of that queue-type hardship was worth it. ]

Edited 2014-08-18 03:05 (UTC)

i. Venus Planet Power

[Sailor Venus is in her element, happily showing off her powers. She's even happy to show off her sacred sword given to her by Queen Serenity, the same sword she had run through Queen Beryl with. But she leaves out that last little detail when she talks to the wide eyed little kids who had watched her summon golden hearts in the palm of her hand.

The guy who asks why her skirt is so short is treated to a flat look and maybe she 'accidentally' whacked him when she summoned her chain. It earned her a rebuke but she knew the guy had it coming but she doesn't let that dim her shine, she's a star and she knows it.]

ii. Goofing off

[After showing off her powers, Minako is ready to try some of the delicious carnival food she had seen around and maybe some of the rides. The problem is, she doesn't know what to go for first and it's a real problem. The sight of chocolate covered deep fried candy bar on a stick. She can't help but think that if Usagi here here, she would have several in hand and end up stuffing her face with everything.

But she's not going to let thoughts of missing her best friend get in the way of having fun and once she finishes her treat, she tosses the stick over her shoulder without looking, ready to try out the most exciting ride.]

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DUNK TANK(or how I stopped worrying and learned "haters gonna hate")

It really had been, perhaps, a touch ill-advised to say yes to the dunk tanks. It was for charity, yes -- for science, even -- something that he would gladly give all the money in the world to. It was the kind of thing he wanted to encourage, and with the absence of actual money to give, there was money to raise. For charity, of course.

The issue was, of course, that Tony Stark was very unpopular. For good reason, perhaps. Or maybe unpopular was the incorrect word. He was well known, and well respected, but that didn't mean he was well welcomed by the other imports, not when it came to things like the fact that he was so verbally for registration. He was the kind of man that was going to bring a large crowd of people who would love nothing more than to dunk him. That was alright, of course. He liked it. More money for the charity of his choice, which was supporting the sciences for the underprivileged.

It also meant that Tony Stark -- atop a small little seat, was sitting there, basking in the sunlight -- in his bright red speedo once again -- and jeering at anyone who decided to come and try. Especially if they missed.

REFRESHMENTS

Sometime after, when he'd changed and dried out his hair, he could be found snacking. He wasn't as interested in actual meals, but he's really just people watching. Taking in the sights, and watching for trouble. At one point, he catches a teenager running by with lightning fast reflexes -- faster than a human, but slower than superpowers would allow -- and he clapped him on the shoulder, before telling him he should slow down.

He fixes a tourist's camera at some point, too, helpfully pointing out the model is probably not the best, but keep an eye out, he was certain a small startup named Stark Technologies was going to come out with one here in a few months, if he was willing to wait. It would be worth the ticket price.

Or he'd just be around, eating a funnel cake with powdered-sugar coated fingers, back in something more casual than a speedo, and instead in something a little more flattering -- like khaki shorts and a red polo.

[ While Sansa is gradually coming to understand her powers, they are not something she was ready to go around displaying in public. That doesn't mean that she can't help out, though. She enjoys it when locals treat imPorts with respect and adoration, and if this sort of thing would foster further goodwill, then she is willing to spend an afternoon at one of the carnival booths.

She had approached one of the managers with uncertainty, not knowing what sort of task they would have for her, and found herself directed to the game booths. One had caught her eye, and that was how she found herself assigned to the game where patrons could attempt to pop balloons by throwing darts at them. The prizes were plush wolves-- most of them would fit in the palm of your hand, but if one were to collect enough prizes, they could exchange them for wolves that were practically the size of a toddler.

It gets dull at times, but Sansa occupies herself with people watching. She finds herself particularly curious about the strange foods that she sees people carrying with them, particularly the one that looks like a pink cloud on a stick. ]

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