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THE AMUSEMENT PARK MEME

Everyone likes having fun right? What's more fun than going to an amusement park? Going to it with your friends, family, new acquaintances or even enemies! The possibilities are endless!

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Full park! The place is packed and you can barely step two feet without bumping into someone. Can you find your friend in the crowds? Did you lose them? Long lines getting you down? Maybe this wasn't as fun as you thought it would be.

Slow day. Well lucky you! No long lines or waiting hours, the park is yours to have all the fun you want! Ride that roller coaster ten times in a row if you want, just don't lose your lunch on the ride!

Abandoned. You've found an amusement park that was shut down and abandoned years ago. For some reason there still seems to be power, but not all the rides work, or if they do they may not work right. Lights blink and flicker and die, songs that once sounded cheerful and joyful now drone and fade eerily from speakers that are clogged with dust and rusted by rain and not being kept up. Who knows, this place may even be haunted!

What's your theme? Not in it just for amusement? How about a theme park? Get out your bathing suit it's a water park! Or maybe one based off the dinosaurs? Or maybe you want to shoot up into outer space? Or knights in shining armor are more you deal? Whatever it may be, you're now in a theme park all of your choosing!

Or just do whatever you want! These are only a few ideas to get you started, but the sky is the limit, just have fun!

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Bo's never been to an amusement park before; there's a lot of things that Bo's never done that Killian's shown her along the way. She's excited and it shows in the way that Stanley the stuffed turtle floats beside them even as she's holding his leg tightly to keep from losing him. Killian's taken her out in the sea on the Jolly Roger and he tells her maybe she's got the sea legs to be a pirate, yet, and that always makes her smile. He's taken her swimming and taught her to conquer the ocean, so to speak; she's not afraid of the waves anymore. That's a big step for Bo.

Her other hand is in his because she knows he hates it when she runs off — as she is all too often want to do — so it's a gesture to let him know she won't this time.

There's people everywhere and the sounds and smells all come crashing into one another. It's loud...there are a lot of feelings. Controlled fear, glee, excitement...sickness. It's a lot for Bo to take in and filter through, but she doesn't sense any real danger, so she's excited to take in the sights for what they are and absorb everything like the tiny, anxiously excitable sponge she really is.

"This is so cool!" she breathes. She just wishes Tate could see it, too. She always misses him; Killian doesn't replace him, necessarily, but he's a good substitute for the time being. She's good for him. She decided that on day one when she wound up outside his front door, knocking to be let in. But he's good for her, too. There's no pressure to practice her abilities, so she's found that they seem to be growing on their own, coming to her with more ease than they had been back home when she'd been actively trying. Killian makes her happy. She likes to think having her around makes him happier, too, because he's a good man deep down, even if he doubts it now and again. "What do we do first??"

Believe it or not, the pirate had never been to an amusement park either. Sort of out of his century, you know? He'd been to his share of fairs and street celebrations, but nothing like this. It was a lot for the old man to take in, but if he was flustered he didn't let it on. Even though children were walking around, eating clouds, shouting and laughing, noises whirrling everywhere...

It was obvious, though, that no matter how strange this park was, Bo liked it. The grin she was wearing seemed nearly painful, eyes bright and thrilled, and the expression she was wearing was worth all the discomfort. Even her best mate Stanley seemed enthused, floating a bit higher than usual, like he was so pleased he might nearly float away from delight. Hopefully she'd keep a good grip on the old boy.

"I say we eat a cloud," was his suggestion, because he'd seen too many puffs of it going around not to want to try some. Cotton candy would be the layman's term, but at the moment cloud candy seems more accurate. The ground rattles a bit from rides just off in the distance, and perhaps the old man isn't certain he wants to risk his life on the strange metal deathtraps that go screaming in all sorts of directions, up and down and somehow never dropping any passengers. The cloud candy, however, he could handle. Still, he was there for the girl, so he added, "If you like. Anything you want, we'll do." And yes, sadly, that included those flying metal contraptions. Gods, if she made him get on one of those...

At Killian's answer, Bo looked up at him with her face scrunched in a mixture of confusion and amusement, one melting into the other, as she realized what he'd meant by eating clouds. Then, she giggled. "Cotton candy, Killian," she corrected him. He had the funniest way of describing things in this world. Bo wondered what his was like, sometimes; Neverland. Sometimes he'd tell her stories, but Bo got the feeling that they weren't always true or were missing information. She never called him out on it, that would've been rude.

"I've never had any before, I wanna try it. We can share if you wanna," she offered, smiling brightly up at him. Bo thought maybe they could get the blue kind she kept seeing because the pink kind reminded her of insulation that would sometimes peek out of the crumbling drywall in the abandoned warehouses she and Tate often had to occupy while they were on the run. "Can we get the blue kind?" she asked, looking back up at him and pulling Stanley close to her chest, curling an arm around the stuffed toy to keep him close.

Then, she wanted to ride on some of the rides. The children and adults on them were screaming but it wasn't a fearful type. They zipped around in circles or upside down, some of them on swings, some of them in little metal boxes, and other still appeared to be suspended in thin air, strapped against their ride of choice with bars on either sides of their heads onto which they were hanging. The last option didn't seem like a very good one for Killian, though, she thought, so she wouldn't ask to go on that one.

The very best stories had a hint of truth, with plenty of decoration. So perhaps not all of his swashbuckling tales were 100% accurate, they likely wouldn't be child safe if they were. He was a good storyteller and he knew the best stories had happy endings. Not many of his experiences had those, in fact few did. Most of the stories he told Bo were from before Milah, before his life had really dragged into the dark, but even then every victory tended to be a little tinged. No, he'd rather tell her stories where his swasbuckling worked out, his nemesis was deserving and the end was triumphant. It wouldn't have been a good story otherwise.

Cotton Candy. Hook didn't really know what cotton was, either, so to him the fluffy puffs of color looked more like clouds. Still, he'd mind her correction. There were all different colors of the stuff walking around, and the pink was too insufferably ostentatious for him to be able to consume and maintain a modicum of pride, so he agreed, "Blue sounds grand." He led her toward the stand that housed the candy, though he had to release her hand to fish out the money for it. The girl running the stand told them it'd be just a moment, and it was a shame Bo wasn't tall enough to see her wind the wiry strings onto a cone, quickly building it into a fluffy ball. It looked downright magical. If it hadn't gone so quickly, he might have lifted her up to watch—amazing how Hook could marvel almost as much as the ten year old girl.

The shopgirl handed Bo the massive pile of candy, and Hook wondered with a frown if that was too much for such a small girl, even though they intended to share. It was practically the size of her head, and he knew full well Bo tended to go through sugar until she had none left, and got rather ill because of it. Perhaps he wouldn't let her eat all of it. He handed off the money for it anyway, before looking at Bo expectantly. He'd let her try it first, and then filch a bite. "Well?" he wondered, a brow quirking towards his hairline like it was jumping hurdles at a track meet. He was quite gifted with his eyebrows. "How is it?"

As they stepped up to the trailer wherein the cotton candy was being made, Bo tilted her chin up and stood on her toes, hanging onto Killian's sleeve to keep her balance as she tried to watch how it was made. Everything in this place was so new and Bo wanted to see everything, just in case she never got the chance again. There was always the possibility that Orchestra would start looking for her actively again and they would have to run. She wasn't sure if Killian was fully aware of that threat, but Bo never forgot it. It was always there and so Bo absorbed everything she could while things were calm.

She hated running. She hated moving from place to place the way she had done in Manhattan with Tate, but she had no choice and she knew that. Milton had always made it very clear to her that it was not only for her own good, but for the greater good, too, because Bo was a very important little girl and someday, when she was older, Bo was going to change the world.

The massive pile of cotton candy on the paper-roll cone that the girl behind the counter of the trailer handed her made Bo's eyes widen with surprise and glee. There was no way she was going to finish all of that without being sick. Bo was glad Killian was going to share. Rather than taking a bite right out of the fluff, Bo plucked off a piece with her fingertips and popped it into her mouth, grinning satisfactorily when it immediately melted into a sweet liquid on her tongue. "Cool," she breathed, holding it out further so that Killian could try. "It melts in your mouth!"

Once, Killian had spent his life running. He hadn't realized it at the time, darting from place to place, making sure he never stayed long enough to put down roots deeper than a dastardly reputation. It was easier to keep moving, keep his mind on the newest and nearest, because if he slowed down he had to think about what exactly he'd lost. Killian preferred to drown himself in travels, in new addictions, in heists and adventure. Even in Neverland he'd been constantly on the run, it was vital for survival. Now that he was older, though—quite old! though he didn't look it—it held little appeal. Traveling only seemed to have any interest when it involved sharing it with someone else.

Like the tiny blonde thing attached to his arm to try and peer into the strange metal ring that produced the candy cloud. Her eyes were wide when she finally was presented with it, but he managed to temper his curiosity long enough for her to try it first. He chuckled just at the look on her face, like she was seeing magic for the first time, when it seemed to be just a normal thing in the modern world. It hadn't even cost that much for sugar spun into air.

At her pressing, the pirate stole a bit of the fluff and tried it, brows dropping as he tested it. He wasn't overly fond of sweets, but the sensation of it disappearing to just the taste was absolutely strange. "Bloody odd," was his ruling, but he took a bit more of the fluff anyway, letting it hang out of his mouth so he had a hand free to guide her back toward the rides. "What say we try a game?" He suggested, but mostly so he wouldn't have to get on a ride.

Bo's eyes were on the spinning teacups before shifting back up to Killian with a little smirk at his assessment of the fluffy candy. She tended to agree with him that it felt weird, but it was a satisfying sort of strange that left her wanting more. Bo was trying to be careful; she didn't want to make herself sick, but she couldn't stop picking more and more pieces off the blue, sticky fluff ball and sticking them into her mouth. The sensation of the way it melted instantly into its flavor was almost addictive.

Killian started to lead her away from the trailer where the nice lady had made her the cotton candy and he appeared to be heading toward the rides which excited Bo because it looked like the people on them were having a lot of fun. She deflated just slightly when Killian suggested a game instead; she had the feeling he didn't want to try out those rides. She meant to tell him that he didn't have to and she was a big girl; she could go by herself, but she couldn't quite make herself say it because she wanted him to come, too.

"Okay," she responded, though, because eventually they'd run out of games and he'd have to take her on a ride. Bo could be patient when she really, really tried and nobody was in danger. Mostly. ...she'd try really hard, okay?

Hook didn't want the girl to be ill, either. He still remembered quite vividly how out of sorts she'd been after the Peep incident. He was keeping an eye on her intake for just that reason, and making sure to have enough himself that she couldn't consume the whole fluffy ball. Shame the thing was so impossible to save—would it deflate with enough time? Melt in the air? He found himself a little curious, actually.

No, Bo did not have spectacular patience, but at ten nobody did. If the girl asked him to try the rides he would relent, but until then he hoped to delay her. Hook found escalators troubling, getting him on a ride would be an adventure. Perhaps the spinning teacups did not look so bad, but why must they spin as well as move? They were less spinning, more orbiting, and after having cloud candy he did not want to wind up fantastically sick.

He'd still go on them for the girl.

"These aren't so different from street fairs I used to go to," he told Bo, noting the familiar stands. Throwing rings around pegs, lobbing balls to knock down bottles, all simple in theory but likely not in execution. "Look at that dragon, sweetheart. What say you, does Ser Stanley need a friend?" The dragon was offensively purple in color, but a dragon was a dragon.

Bo looked up at Killian curiously, feeding herself another thin ribbon of cotton candy as they walked. "You used to go to tea parties and places like this before?" she asked, smirking a little. If only because she knew she enjoyed that look he'd give her when she knew she was being a smarty pants.

It surprised her a little that Killian would've been to a place similar to this one before now. He didn't seem the type, to her. Bo loved Killian, but he did come off as a bit of a grump when he wasn't talking specifically to her.

The little girl's eyes shifted from Killian to the direction in which he was indicating and she caught sight of the plush purple dragon he was pointing out to her. A grin slipped over her lips and she looked back up at him. Bo liked that he asked not whether she wanted the toy, but whether Stanley the Stuffed Turtle might want a friend. "Sure!" she chirped brightly.

Her teasing about tea parties had annoyed him once, but now the pirate only gave her a disapproving look and decided airily, "I liked street fairs better than tea parties." They were granted far less fantastic than these ones, but even centuries ago people had delighted in grouping together and celebrating. In his time there'd been more alcohol, less lights, and games without prizes, but the feeling in the air was much the same.

It was the most ridiculous stuffed creature he'd ever seen, purple and sparkly and a tongue lolling out its mouth as if it were some sort of dog, but Bo had answered positively which meant they should try for it. He angled her closer, leading her with his hook pressed between her shoulderblades. Possibly dangerous but he wouldn't harm her, he had plenty of practice.

The pirate put down the money required for the game, which seemed fairly simple. They were supplied with three balls the size of a fist and all they had to do was land them in a narrow bucket. He offered two of them to the girl, and kept one for himself. "Give it a go," he suggested, testing the weight of the spare one in his palm. Didn't seem as if it'd be too hard to make the shot but it wouldn't be a good carnival game if it was too easy.

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