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The Carnival Meme

Who doesn't love a good carnival? The sights, the sounds, the...well, maybe not so much the smells. Going with your young siblings? Maybe you're taking your date for a good time! Maybe a friend dragged you along. Whoever you're there with, the important part is that you're having a good time!

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1. Post with your character, canon and preferences in the subject line
2. Tag others and get your RNG on. Or just choose one.
3. LET'S THREADING
4. Fun times ensue!

1. The Midway!
Oh god, you want that stuffed unicorn so hard, it's just so incredible. Or perhaps you just want to show off to everyone else how AWESOME you are. Test of Strength? More like...Test of....Getting Owned With a Hammer. Whatever the reason, you're slapping down your cash and winning those games! ...If it's possible to win, that is.

2.Haunted House
PFFT! Who's scared?! These things are never that scary! ...Are they? That...That's not a real mummy, right? What was that sound?! ZOINKS!

3.Ferris Wheel
Did you ever wonder what the carnival looks like from such a high place? Or maybe you just want some alone time with your date. Do you find yourself thinking that this is a lot higher than it looked?

4.Fun House
What's so fun about it?! It's impossible to get through this stupid Hall of Mirrors! Agh, this tube is spinning, how can anyone stand up in this thing?! Wait, isn't that the same way you came from?!

5.Tunnel of Love
Awww, yiss. You're lookin' for a little bit of alone time, even if you are in a tiny, bird-shaped boat surrounded by shallow, dirty water. Or maybe your friends shoved you in before you had time to react. Have fun, love birds!

6.Carnival food!
Cotton Candy, corndogs, popcorn, ice cream, candy apples...! It's all so terrible and bad for you, but it tastes so good! You don't even know what that over there is, but it's deep fried and looks delicious in the most disgusting way. Be careful that you don't make yourself sick!

7.Petting Zoo
CUTE ANIMALS! You want to pet all of them! Or maybe the person you're with wants to. Though, whether the animals really want to be petted or not is another matter.

8.GRAVITRON!
Standing inside a giant ring that’s spinning at high speeds with no restraints. Yes. This is a good idea. Somehow. Hope you didn’t eat first.

9.Working
You’re not having fun because you’re WORKING here. Somehow, you got roped into this. Maybe you LOVE working here! Or maybe you’ve had enough of being in the dunking booth or wearing that doofy animal costume. Maybe your friends won’t laugh too hard at you.

10.Other
You have other ideas? Play out those Carnival shenanigans!

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(( Because he's a party pooper. Also, fried. oreos. ))

[Fried oreos? How about fried twinkies.

Jack already loved twinkies enough to eat them straight out of rusty old trash cans, but here, topside, in this not-really-defined point in history with deep fryers?! Jack's going to lose more on snacks than on the midway. Nevermind if he's had multiple heart attacks in his twenties -- that wasn't really related to his life habits, just, y'know, his design. Anyway, his heart survived that, it could survive anything, right? Of course.

Maybe that brush with cardiac arrest is why this old man looks familiar. Or maybe it's because Jack's a video game character with a canon bring-you-back-to-life machine and put that thing to good use.

... Well, if they can't bond over that, then maybe a mutual love for unhealthy food? =D]

[ Natasha likes carnivals. Or rather — she likes crowds, so carnivals are a step up. She doesnt care for games or attractions or highschool sweethearts taking their time to make-out on the ferris wheel. She's not sure what she cares for anymore, but sometimes the body wants something more familiar than the mind thinks it is.

She's tugging away at tufts of blue cotton candy on a stick when she spots him, spun sugar melting in her mouth by the time she stands next to him. ]

Come here often?

[ Death is waiting at the pick-up counter of one of the numerous food trolleys, subtly basking in the pervasive scent of grease. Yes, he waited in a queue ( albeit not a very long one ), and yes, he had shelled out funds to pay for whatever he was waiting on.

He was also listening to one of his reapers make excuses for how soul trafficking had gone unnoticed in the area under their supervision. Death is just about finished with humoring them when Natasha, essentially, steps right into them. Her voice finally turns his head, surprising him with amusement at the reverse possession. It doesn't register on his face, though he stares at her a full second before replying. ]

First time. [ The reaper doesn't know who's being addressed, and doesn't appreciate the sudden intrusion, so naturally they step aside. To Natasha, it looks like Death's eyes have drifted over her to survey the scenery. His brows jump a little. ] Also the last, unfortunately.

[ Death's fingers blindly pluck a little whiff off her cotton candy. His tone remains conversational. ]

Honestly, I'm just as disappointed as you are about it, debatably more considering I'm the one that made the exception of allowing you to try redeeming yourself. It'd have been much easier on me if I'd just followed the standard procedures.

[ He pops the morsel into his mouth, pausing with it pressed against the roof of his mouth. The reaper is trying to plead with him now, but to Natasha, it'll look like he might be trying to psych himself up for whatever he's planning to do next, which decidedly isn't good from the way his expression cools and his tone shifts to something final. ]

After watching you work at it for as long as you had, I wanted to make you another exception, but you've made it impossible for me to help you anymore. You can't learn anything if you can't take responsibility for your mistakes. Not from me, anyway. I've got neither the time nor the patience for catering to a needy child.

I'm sorry we both wasted our time.

[ Death's ring-clad hand subtly ripples on the top of his cane, as if adjusting his grip. But the reaper is gone, entirely unmade by the gesture.

He turns to face Natasha again, brows lifting as if he was just now noticing her. ]

Have you ever tried a deep-fried Snicker's bar?

Edited 2013-05-03 17:34 (UTC)

[ First time, he says, and Natasha has something in Russian she wants to tell him, but he beats her to it. It doesn't take long for her to take the hint that there's a conversation he's having that she can't see nor has any right being a part of. (A huff of laughter, and Natasha looks up to the spinning lights of the nearest ride, wrist turned outwards so he can pick at her cotton candy some more, if he wants.) Buisness is buisness, and while she's never seen him deal it himself, Natasha knows that some things are sacrosanct.

Well -- nearly, anyway.

All this considered, anyone else might think he's talking to her. It would fit. Chances of redemption and exceptions and work, but Natasha knows better. (Not because she trusts him -- that is a goddamn fool's errand, no matter what she'd coaxed him into before, having shifted skins then -- but because not even Death's face lies. Human expression is a telling thing.)

A pause, then two, and Natasha finally turns her head to look at him. It's a deep-seated look that does nothing but stare, like she's trying long and hard to figure something out.

In the end, with the ghost (ha) of a smile: ]

I'm afraid that might make me join you far sooner than I'd want to.

Carnival Meme

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