The midway is lined with games of skill and chance - ring toss, dart games, guessing games - all offering fabulous prizes if you win. The fae's idea of "fabulous" prizes may differ from your own.
The games are interspersed with stalls offering food - all free, and mostly guaranteed not to turn you into anything strange if you eat it. Not for long, anyway.
Georgia stumbles as she steps out of the trailer, and she takes a half-second to curse the damn heels - if there was the slightest chance they'd let her past security wearing any kind of sane footwear...
The curse dies on her lips just a moment later, as the lights and chaos of the midway hit her like a brick. Almost literally - even behind her sunglasses, the sudden change in light levels is enough to make her wince and duck her head, blinking hard. She reaches out one hand instinctively to steady herself on a nearby railing, and yanks it back with a hiss as the thorns snag her hand.
This time, she does curse. Loudly.
There was definitely not a carnival outside her trailer a minute ago. It would have been hard to miss, and carnivals are not exactly common sight in the post-Rising world. More like a loud, colorful, very cheerful death trap, except no one here seems to know it. For a moment, all she can do is stand still and stare in disbelief and utter confusion.
Some ways away, though not in George's line of sight, an FBI profiler and a blogger are walking down the midway. Shaun's still not sure if he wants to punch Emily or strangle her, but he has to admit, in the back of his mind, that coming to such a pretty shiny death trap has gotten his mind off of the fact that he's probably doomed this place to a zombie apocaplyse.
That is, until he sees a certain dark-haired woman with sunglasses, in a very familiar dress, with a very familiar haircut, standing not far away from where he and Emily are meandering. He stops, hoping that Emily will notice, shakes his head, trying to get the image to go away.
"Yeah, real funny, George," he mutters, so quiet he can hardly hear himself in the noise of the carnival.
I'm still in here, dumbass, George informs him from the back of his head. Shaun blinks, and then something clicks in his head.
All of his hallucinations of George have been of her in her normal clothes, but without her sunglasses. Why would he suddenly not only hallucinate her in her
( ... )
Emily had kept walking for a step or two after Shaun stopped, but she'd been keeping him in the corner of her eye, just to make sure he doesn't spontaneously combust from nerves or something. She spins back toward him when she notices he's stopped, and tries to follow his gaze, but in this crowd it's not exactly easy.
Given a few hints, though, she can manage. Not many people wear sunglasses at night, after all. "...in the black dress? Yeah...?"
A huge ferris wheel is the center of the Carnival tonight - though there are old wooden roller coasters scattered all across the carnival grounds, a swing ride, and a carousel full of representations of the Wood's inhabitants.
Unlike many of the other residents of the barracks Takato had enthusiastically decided to treat the event exactly as it appeared. As a carnival. And as the first one he had been able to show to Guilmon. He laughs as he spots the rides and points at the carousel.
"Come on, boy! Let's ride that one first."
Guilmon eyes the ride with confusion. "Nah, what is it? Can we really ride it?"
Takato smiles at his partner fondly. "Of course we can ride it. Its fun. Like a game."
The Dance HallasliceofchaosJuly 15 2011, 05:19:29 UTC
"Dance hall" is a misleading term at this particular carnival. There's a large area of cleared ground near the center of the carnival ground, strung with paper lanterns and tinsel stars overhead, and it's full of dancing fae.
A vaudeville band plays from a stage at one end of the dance floor. From time to time, the Mockingbird Choir joins in, or one of the fae from the crowd steps up on stage to take a turn. The music swings from raucous and cheerful to soft and sweet to slow and melancholy, but the dancing never stops.
He'd never forget it. He had other moments like it, like when he watched that farmer's head bloom into a gore flower of bone and brains blood. Like when he stared Boyd down across Ava's dining room table.
Winona, saying she's pregnant.
He supposes, vaguely, that music makes sense. Laughter, singing, sure.
What doesn't is the burning in his left side and opposite hip, the thump of the bruises Dickie left on his shoulders and the knot at the base of his skull. He can feel blood when he touches the hole in his jacket.
He's less one solid pain than a collection of parts he's fairly sure need replacing. Which doesn't make sense, if he's dead. It's kind of cheap, he thinks, for God to leave a body broken - unless he's not where he thought he'd be.
Raylan opens his eyes and stares at the dancing fae with the steady, unblinking gaze of someone who has no real idea what they're seeing.
Either Heaven is cheap, he thinks. Or Hell is real pretty.
Prentiss recognizes the look on Raylan's face. It's common to new arrivals around here, and not incredibly common among the fae, so she starts to thread her way toward him through the crowd on the off chance she can help. When she gets close enough to see the blood on his clothes - a lot of blood, enough that she can smell the metallic tang of it over the scent of roses and smoke - vague concern turns quickly to outright alarm.
"Hey," she calls as she sidesteps a pair of dancing fairies who swing into her path. "Are you okay?"
That question takes a lot more deliberate consideration than it should. "No," he finally says.
He lurches into motion, realizing in a disinterested sort of way that he has no idea where his hat is. What he needs to do right now, though, is get back to Mags' house. What he needs to do right now is find Loretta.
Even so, he doesn't forget his manners. He pauses when he reaches Emily, brows knit into a frown that's not aimed at her. "Ma'am. If you'll excuse me, I..."
He trails off as two people with donkey ears twirl by, tracks their progress through the crowd, and then focuses on Emily again without changing his tone. "If you'll excuse me."
Raylan raises a hand to touch the brim of his hat and drops it half-way there.
The Bar & Gambling HallasliceofchaosJuly 15 2011, 05:26:07 UTC
Liquor and gambling, in one convenient place. Nothing can go wrong with this!
The music from the dance floor filters through the walls of the tent, providing a pleasant background noise to murmured conversations and soft laughter. Smiling barmaids thread their way through the room, offering any drink you could ask for and a few you've never imagined. Some of the tables are empty but for drinks and fae - others are covered in cards or dice, while players gamble for luck. You're more than welcome to join the game.
Maybe Rose is a little crazy, but despite the fact that she usually frequented diners more than bars, the tent with the bar is about as close to home and "things that make sense" as she's come across here, aside from that brief diversion in the noir detective film where she had a car.
She brought in her own drink - a lemonade from the midway that thus far has not turned her into anything - and is sitting in what she hopes is an inconspicuous corner, just letting the sounds wash over her. She hadn't known you could get homesick for the ghostroads, but apparently she can. Well, the ghostroads and Emma. And diner food. And things that make sense.
"Well hello there beautiful, come to crazy fae carnivals often or am i jus' lucky today?"
Dante doesn't care much for the carnival but it does remind him a bit of the crazy shit at home (carnivals always enough suspicious and a favourite place for freaks with an netherworldly connection) and it is a welcome distraction form the dreary wood. Though he's not bored enough to eat anything... yet. So far, people-watching works as distraction.
Especially cute blondes. Well, this one looks a bit young but he's almost certain he's seen her elsewhere.. maybe, and that she's not a fae.
Rose raises an eyebrow at Dante. She really wasn't expecting anyone to talk to her here, especially with so many more pretty and interesting people surrounding her. Then again, maybe that's what made her stand out...
She's not really sure she's up to flirting, but she's also not one to turn down a little light-hearted fun, even if it's not going to get her a ride. A little flirting is about as familiar as she's going to get here.
"Must just be lucky," she says with a bit of a smile. "Though it's not like there's much else to do around here."
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The games are interspersed with stalls offering food - all free, and mostly guaranteed not to turn you into anything strange if you eat it. Not for long, anyway.
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The curse dies on her lips just a moment later, as the lights and chaos of the midway hit her like a brick. Almost literally - even behind her sunglasses, the sudden change in light levels is enough to make her wince and duck her head, blinking hard. She reaches out one hand instinctively to steady herself on a nearby railing, and yanks it back with a hiss as the thorns snag her hand.
This time, she does curse. Loudly.
There was definitely not a carnival outside her trailer a minute ago. It would have been hard to miss, and carnivals are not exactly common sight in the post-Rising world. More like a loud, colorful, very cheerful death trap, except no one here seems to know it. For a moment, all she can do is stand still and stare in disbelief and utter confusion.
"What the fuck."
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That is, until he sees a certain dark-haired woman with sunglasses, in a very familiar dress, with a very familiar haircut, standing not far away from where he and Emily are meandering. He stops, hoping that Emily will notice, shakes his head, trying to get the image to go away.
"Yeah, real funny, George," he mutters, so quiet he can hardly hear himself in the noise of the carnival.
I'm still in here, dumbass, George informs him from the back of his head. Shaun blinks, and then something clicks in his head.
All of his hallucinations of George have been of her in her normal clothes, but without her sunglasses. Why would he suddenly not only hallucinate her in her ( ... )
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Given a few hints, though, she can manage. Not many people wear sunglasses at night, after all. "...in the black dress? Yeah...?"
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"Come on, boy! Let's ride that one first."
Guilmon eyes the ride with confusion. "Nah, what is it? Can we really ride it?"
Takato smiles at his partner fondly. "Of course we can ride it. Its fun. Like a game."
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A vaudeville band plays from a stage at one end of the dance floor. From time to time, the Mockingbird Choir joins in, or one of the fae from the crowd steps up on stage to take a turn. The music swings from raucous and cheerful to soft and sweet to slow and melancholy, but the dancing never stops.
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He'd never forget it. He had other moments like it, like when he watched that farmer's head bloom into a gore flower of bone and brains blood. Like when he stared Boyd down across Ava's dining room table.
Winona, saying she's pregnant.
He supposes, vaguely, that music makes sense. Laughter, singing, sure.
What doesn't is the burning in his left side and opposite hip, the thump of the bruises Dickie left on his shoulders and the knot at the base of his skull. He can feel blood when he touches the hole in his jacket.
He's less one solid pain than a collection of parts he's fairly sure need replacing. Which doesn't make sense, if he's dead. It's kind of cheap, he thinks, for God to leave a body broken - unless he's not where he thought he'd be.
Raylan opens his eyes and stares at the dancing fae with the steady, unblinking gaze of someone who has no real idea what they're seeing.
Either Heaven is cheap, he thinks. Or Hell is real pretty.
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"Hey," she calls as she sidesteps a pair of dancing fairies who swing into her path. "Are you okay?"
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He lurches into motion, realizing in a disinterested sort of way that he has no idea where his hat is. What he needs to do right now, though, is get back to Mags' house. What he needs to do right now is find Loretta.
Even so, he doesn't forget his manners. He pauses when he reaches Emily, brows knit into a frown that's not aimed at her. "Ma'am. If you'll excuse me, I..."
He trails off as two people with donkey ears twirl by, tracks their progress through the crowd, and then focuses on Emily again without changing his tone. "If you'll excuse me."
Raylan raises a hand to touch the brim of his hat and drops it half-way there.
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The music from the dance floor filters through the walls of the tent, providing a pleasant background noise to murmured conversations and soft laughter. Smiling barmaids thread their way through the room, offering any drink you could ask for and a few you've never imagined. Some of the tables are empty but for drinks and fae - others are covered in cards or dice, while players gamble for luck. You're more than welcome to join the game.
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She brought in her own drink - a lemonade from the midway that thus far has not turned her into anything - and is sitting in what she hopes is an inconspicuous corner, just letting the sounds wash over her. She hadn't known you could get homesick for the ghostroads, but apparently she can. Well, the ghostroads and Emma. And diner food. And things that make sense.
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Dante doesn't care much for the carnival but it does remind him a bit of the crazy shit at home (carnivals always enough suspicious and a favourite place for freaks with an netherworldly connection) and it is a welcome distraction form the dreary wood. Though he's not bored enough to eat anything... yet. So far, people-watching works as distraction.
Especially cute blondes. Well, this one looks a bit young but he's almost certain he's seen her elsewhere.. maybe, and that she's not a fae.
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She's not really sure she's up to flirting, but she's also not one to turn down a little light-hearted fun, even if it's not going to get her a ride. A little flirting is about as familiar as she's going to get here.
"Must just be lucky," she says with a bit of a smile. "Though it's not like there's much else to do around here."
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