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[rosestolilies]

Characters: Everyone participating in the fair.
Date: September 15th - 22nd
Summary: Games! Contests! Food! Rides! Dunk tanks!
Warnings: ... it's a fair (but if your thread goes here, let the mods know and we will edit this)

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[ofnobility]

[AWW YEAH A FAIR. Utena's definitely enjoying herself -- she's racked up a couple of prizes, even. Stuffed animals, which she will likely hand off to Xion or Madoka later on. There is a series of stars painted along the side of her face, and she has somehow acquired a paper crown.

She's got a piece of funnel cake in one hand, and is giving it something of a quizzical look (she has never had it before), when she catches sight of a familiar head of blonde hair.]

Oi, Mami-san!

[headedforhope]

Ah, and here I was planning on having fun by myself. Guess that's not an option now. [But her voice is obviously teasing, and there's a new sense of ease to her prim, purposeful movements. Mami seems, at least for now, comfortable in her own skin.

She glances up at the ride as they draw closer.] ....It's more impressive up close.

[coronated]

[Utena catches that teasing note, and responds cheerfully:] No way! You're stuck with me now.

[She glances up as well.] Yeah. Wow...it's bigger than I thought.

[But she doesn't seem afraid at all; in fact, when it's their turn to climb into one of the carriages, she almost bounces her way up the steps and into the ride.] Let's go!

[headedforhope]

[THAT'S WHAT SHE SAID.

Mami takes a moment to finish off her cotton candy and toss the stick in a trash bin before following with her customary poise, and although a great deal of her usual standoffish demeanor has been shed, there's still a certain measure of wariness in her eyes when she takes in the contraption at this close distance - the metal bars like some kind of impossible, mangled cage surrounding them. At another time, she would have refused to go near it.

She has to take a deep breath when it's time to get strapped in.]

No turning back now, huh?

[coronated]

[The only nervousness Utena seems to exhibit is the ordinary jitters that come with exciting rollercoasters. But she is on some level, aware of Mami's discomfort, and so she reaches over and gives her hand a brief squeeze when they're both strapped into the seats. The warm contact ends almost as soon as it starts - she does not want to overstep her boundaries.]

Don't worry. It'll be fun, you'll see.

[And as if on cue, the machine begins a slow, careful spinning motion.]

[headedforhope]

[She certainly jolts at the touch, the brush of skin catching her off guard with her attention still warily focused on the machine they've been bound to. It roughly shoves to the front of her mind a ghost of some memory, some warm and fluttery sensation in her chest - a faint sort of feeling that Madoka had reawakened in her what seems like so long ago.

But it fades like smoke on the wind, shelved hastily as the ride begins to move. The half-formed words bubbling up in Mami's throat - a protest? something else? she'll never know - are swallowed and forgotten as she clings to her restraints.]