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let's go to the carnival!

the carnival meme

WHAT TO DO:
1. Post with your character!
2. Pick a scenario and reply to people!
3. Have fun and try not to get sick on the roller coaster!

OPTIONS:
1. Games: From classic ring toss to the shooting gallery, here's your chance to win a prize for yourself or for that special someone. Some say the games at a carnival are rigged, but maybe, just maybe, you'll get lucky!

2. Food and Drink: The sweet smell of funnel cake and the familiar briny aroma of popcorn draw you over to the food and drink tent. There's cotton candy, candied nuts, and cheep booze, all here for your enjoyment.

3. Classic Rides: The carousel, the ferris wheel. All carnivals need these classic rides for kids and adults who aren't looking for the excitement of the faster-paced rides. Snuggle close to your partner and see if you can see your house from the top of the wheel.

4. Something More Exciting: This is for thrill-seekers. Here you'll find the Tilt-a-Whirl, the Gravitron, the Screamin' Swing--all the rides designed to make you lose your lunch. Hope you didn't have too much cotton candy!

5. Freakshow: Do they really have a bearded lady in that tent? It's time to find out. Buy a ticket and see the greatest oddities the world has to offer.

6. Tunnel of Love: Or perhaps tunnel of mild boredom. The red-tinted lights and quasi-romantic music are meant to make this ride a great makeout spot, if the chemistry is there.

7. Hall of Mirrors: You and your partner entered, thinking it would be easy to get out again, but dead ends abound in this wacky mirror-maze, and each mirror seems to show a more and more distorted image of each of you.

8. Fortune Teller: Whether one of the creepy machines or the even creepier women dressed up in a culturally insensitive costume, you cross someone's palms with silver and get your future told. Will it be happiness forever with your partner, or will ill tidings be bound your way? (Feel free to use this online tarot spread for extra fun!)

9. Wildcard: Any situation of your choosing happens in a carnival today! Go with the flow.

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[ The thought is enough to get him to let out a chuckle. A giant banana definitely beat out a giant bear, especially a pink one. He imagined that he wouldn't hear the end of it, well, more so than having a giant banana, even if it was Rastafarian. There is no taking your boss seriously with giant stuffed animals. Which speaking of taking people seriously. ]

Think the bear is more Barry's style anyway.

[ The look on his face alone almost made it tempting enough to try his hand at it again, but there were more important things to focus on first.

Chris also puts down a five-dollar bill and picks up the same model BB gun rifle. He eyes Piers as he loads his gun and can't help but let out a light scoff while smirking. ] Show off. [ Clearly teasing as he loads his own gun in a similar manner, maybe trying to show off himself a little. The giant Tweetie-Bird was also pretty tempting, but redemption was calling him with the bear. ] Looks like I'll have to go with the bear. If not for Claire, then for Barry. [ It was a far reach, but he was feeling pretty confident. ]

[The Ferris Wheel keeps cycling around until it slows down and at last it stops. The line shortens as people board. When it's their turn, the operator opens the door]

After you, Wei Ying.

[It's a roomy seat, so Lan Wangji hops and took a seat next to the window with his hands neatly folded on his lap. The Ferris Wheel slowly rose and they have a fantastic view of Gusu city and the bright sparkling lights]

Beautiful. [It's his home city after all] Do you enjoy living in Gusu City, Wei Ying?

[William's logic catches up to him eventually, as he rips the piece of what he's now pretty sure is actually plastic out of his way and steps into the next row. By force, really, isn't going to be the best way to go. He has no idea whether he's even heading towards the exit or towards a back corner where he'll just be forced to turn around and try another direction.

He remembers, vaguely, a corn maze that had been assembled in an often unused portion of the Freddy Fazbear's parking lot one October. The maze was for children, and they had signs pointing towards the exit...

William turns his gaze upwards, looking for any sign of an emergency exit light or something that might point him towards the exit. But he can't leave just yet - not until he's found Charlie.]

I know you're here! [He calls it out into the rows and rows of mirrors, not seeing Charlie anymore, but sensing her, somehow.] I'm coming to find you, Charlie. [It's loud enough to be heard, but more of a statement than an exclamation. Honestly, what's a chase without a little taunting and suspense?]

Edited (some words) 2020-08-23 16:27 (UTC)

Lydia's scream was much more solid this time, waves of force visible as the scream literally threw the person claiming to be a goddess through one mirror and literally into the next where she landed onto a now visible creature of tentacles. "I said get out of my head." Lydia straightened herself up

The answer was laughter. "This hall of mirrors is my place of power. Prepare to face your nightmares." And in each mirror was something that someone viewing it feared.

"Lived through it." Lydia might have turned pale but her tone was flat as she turned to Barbara. "Better ideas than shattering the mirrors?" Another couple of kids had emerged.

[Oh boy, October. Fun times. Except that was Fredbear's, and she was never there.

She will not be found. This will end the same way it did in the old ruin of Freddy's. The only problem is she needs to find a weapon, and she doesn't have one. ... Except herself. That's right. If she manages to sneak up on him, she can clock him. Or better yet, activate the springlocks again.

She wonders if that was why he went for her neck. Was that Henry's calling card, design-wise? Putting the locks or a control...thinger...on the back of the neck?

The exit remains impossible to find, though. And she's pretty sure she saw a flash of yellow in that one mirror. That's right, the mirrors can help. She keeps watch, silent and calculating, darting around corners when she sees yellow. Hopefully she's quick enough.]

[ Once they're settled, he slides over to press against Lan Wangji's side, looking over the city, then back to Lan Wangji. ]

It's gorgeous. [ It really is, one of the most beautiful cities he's been to. ] A bit restrictive for me, but it has you, so I'm not complaining.

Her response was to shake her head.

"Y'know, a year ago, that might've worked? But hey, Scarecrow beat you to it, and he did it with something better than knock-offs that the original Ghostbusters movie rejected. Honestly, you eldritch types. So much power, so little imagination.

"I have two ideas," she said to Lydia. And she whipped the ad-hoc explosive directly into what she interpreted as the thing's face, watching it as it detonated. At the very least it would sting. A lot.

"That's the first." The second involved getting her taser-line wrapped around the thing, and then triggering the sprinklers.

"Foolish mortal!" The woman's head popped out from another mirror.

"Fuck this!" Lydia's tone was grumpy. "And remember she can't easily affect you directly, Batgirl. She took another deep breath and screamed, an initial exploratory scream, then a louder one, causing all the mirrors to crack.

A second escalating scream and the glass was falling out of all the mirrors, and their opponent had been not only unceremoniously ejected, but had lost control of her form replacing the superhuman beauty with a ten foot tall blue and purple body covered with feathers and with wings. And with a large toothed beak and long neck that screamed in anger and lashed out to try to bite Batgirl.

Lydia, blood trickling out of her nose, hit a couple of buttons on her phone as the scream ended and it started blasting Immigrant Song, starting from the end of the second introductory scream.

[Careful, there. If those invisible wings poke out any of the few, ancient lightbulbs, Baz might not be entirely responsible for what he might do. This place is a lot like the catacombs in a variety of un-fun ways.]

Is that why there's usually a serial killer chasing people through them in films?

[Okay, so he's seen that in maybe one film, and it wasn't a serial killer, it was a monster clown. But his point stands. Nothing cheerful or happy ever occurs in mirror mazes. Only suspenseful soundtracks and grisly child murder.]

[ The worst thing about being surrounded by mirrors is that Simon can't hide his expression behind Baz's back. He wants to say that Baz didn't have to agree to any of this, and that they could have left already or have never come here at all. He also wants to say that he's sorry for this lame date that is heavily lacking in all the things dates should probably have.

A serial killer chasing them would probably liven up the mood.

Get it together, Simon Snow. If he can save the world (sort of), he can potentially save a disaster date. ]

You just love looking at yourself so much I thought this would be the highlight of the evening.

[ And even as the mirrors get weirder, Baz still looks wicked good in them. Simon tugs at Baz's hand. ]

I think there's caramel stuck in your teeth from that apple.

Barry?

[Piers has to wrack his brain for a moment, trying to think of anyone he knew named Barry. He feels like a bit of an idiot when it clicks but he'd just never referred to the man by his first name when he'd been a fresh face in the BSAA.] Mr. Burton?

I'd heard he finally semi-retired. He's got kids, right? I'm sure he could use a massive stuffed animal.

[He nearly manages to ignore Chris calling him out for showing off but he can't quite keep the sheepish smirk from curling his lips, a dead giveaway that Chris wasn't wrong.]

We calling our targets, Captain? [Piers doesn't actually wait for an answer.] Green duck. Top row, second from the left. [He tilts his head slightly as he takes aim and pulls the trigger, nailing the metal target in the head and sending it spinning. He looks fairly pleased with himself as he reloads with a little less flair this time.]

"For sure," she agreed, tearing off another piece of her funnel cake. Before she took a bite, though, she glanced up at Barbara and noticed the smudge of icing on her lip.

"Hey, you've got a bit of..." She trailed off, indicating her own lip.

"How did you wind up joining them?" Hawks asked, enjoying listening about a world he knew nothing about. Being a musician in a band sounded a little bit like being part of a pro-hero team, everyone helping each other out... well. Ideally. "And it's cool that your drummer has a family and still keeps making music. It seems like you don't hear that a lot."

"Hmm... I could offer to buy you a hot dog or other carnival food of your choice?" He suggested, grinning as she took some more cotton candy.

[If Baz had to sum this date up in one word, "lame" would not be it at all. He isn't here to enjoy a carnival for himself; he's here because he knows Simon enjoys this sort of stuff. Greasy food, colorful lights, people around them having fun. Sure, a mirror maze isn't ideal, but he's willing to put up with almost anything for Simon Snow, even if he has to blanket his mild claustrophobia with sulky statements.

He doesn't bother correcting the assumption about his reflection. Sure, he spent a lot of time in front of the mirror during their roommate days, but he had a reputation to uphold and a cute, obnoxious boy to impress. Liking to dress oneself well doesn't necessarily equate with liking what one sees in a mirror.]

I know you have an enormous appetite, but you don't have to beg for scraps, Snow.

[He looks over and down to face him, meanwhile trying to find the bit of caramel with his tongue.]

[ There's not really any caramel. Simon had been trying to be cute, or something adjacent to that. He thinks he saw something similar in a film once. Besides, he likes seeing Baz's tongue moving around behind his lips.

Maybe that's weird, but Simon has it on good authority that Baz is good with his tongue. ]

I'm just looking out for you.

[ He tugs at Baz one more time, forcing him to turn around in the narrow hall. It's awkward. Simon bumps into mirrors, his wings bump into Baz (this place really was built for small children - why do they let anyone over ten inside?), they get there in the end. Simon presses a kiss to Baz's lips.

That's what you do on dates.

Also, there's no one around, except for their endless, wavy reflections. That helps. ]

"Hrmmm, kinda a long story but my best friend, Cyn, introduced me to them. She knew the guys before I even got to L.A., and I met her at an open mic night thing." She nodded and took another sip. "Their old singer flaked out and they were thinking about breaking up and Cyn introduced us." Anna tapped the bottle on her chin for a moment, thinking over the rush of it all and how much her life had changed in that short amount of time. "That was almost two years ago?" Almost questioning.

"Yea, it is tricky but him and his wife are pretty solid. And it cuts down on some of the stupid I've heard about." After all she was the wildchild of the group.

The girl looked at him, grinned and asked. "Have you ever had a corndog?"

"Bah, darn it," she batted at it with her hand, looking to Kitty.

"Did I get it all?"

Whatever it was, she had the agility to match it. But she pulled out her grapple gun, firing a direct line into the creature. Then she tossed that over the overhead line for the fire suppression system, hanging just above mirror level. Then she leapt up, bouncing off the mirror frames, sighting down the line and firing the taser line into the creature - but not triggering it.

As it pulled and writhed, she wrapped that line around the original one, then pulled out a simple, low-tech matchbook.

"Hey, ugly," she said, striking one match and setting the pack alight. "I guess Zeus says hi."

And then she triggered the water. Eat it.

[Oh, okay, that's a little unexpected - and very nice. Baz leans down, cold lips colder in the weather, curling around Simon like cupped hands sheltering a match. Maybe things have been a little off the last couple of months, but this never changes. Even on the gloomy days, when Simon seems like a black-and-white photograph of himself, his kisses feel just the same.]

Find it yet?

[A small, fond smile. He knows it was a ploy, by now. And you accuse Baz of scheming!]

Lydia was leaning on one of the frames, watching and hoping that she didn't need to do anything else. "Fried chicken. My favourite." From the way it was twitching it wasn't dead, but it didn't look like it wanted to get up any time soon. So Lydia turned and helped help the gaggle of a dozen kids out, all between the ages of seven and fourteen and clearly from their clothes having not gone in at the same time at all.

[ Could they just stand here and kiss? It might get weird if other people are coming through, but they'd hear them and have plenty of time to awkwardly shuffle away from each other and carry on into the heart of the maze.

They can kiss a bit, though. It helps draw Simon out of his insecurities. ]

It was proper smooth, though.

[ His own lips quirk up, pleased by his rouse. Simon can practically imagine Penny pretending to gag if she could witness this, which makes his smile grow a little more, and he leans back into the dead-end corner he's crowded himself into. ]

Should get rewarded, I think.

Oh, should you?

[But Baz isn't arguing. He leans back in, surer in his movements, and loops his long fingers gently around Simon's (rather magnificent) arm. Dark hair falls between them, evicted from its styling product by an earlier bout of wind, and he tilts his head to make it fall aside. This kiss is easy, thorough, almost lazy.

Admittedly, Baz hasn't seen a lot of films. He doesn't watch telly, unless Daphne already has something interesting on, and he has never been allowed to use the internet. But prior to last Christmas, his scant knowledge of kissing had painted it as something almost boring. A boring act he was dying to perform with his roommate, sure, but what could be so fun or exciting about standing there with your mouth attached to someone else's? You can't even talk! How do you breathe?!

Simon Snow answered a lot of those questions over the course of several hours on a warm, antique rug.]

Shit. [Baz pulls back too suddenly, teeth snagging a little. He jerks his head to one side, listening. Some kids have entered the maze.] Come on, Indiana Jones.

[He's seen that film.]

[ This is easy. It goes back to not thinking, and it's nice. Simon's spent too much time thinking when Baz is around and not enough time turning his brain off. Maybe they should trap themselves away more often.

Simon's fingers are just starting to clutch into the thick fabric of Baz's jacket when there's an interruption. His breath catches as Baz pulls away, followed by an exhale before he licks his lips. ]

We'll pick that up later. Yeah?

[ It's said with some degree of hopefulness, and Simon isn't sure if he's apologetic about it or not. Baz has the effect of lighting a fire under his skin. It can't be helped. He wonders if Baz would let Simon chase him through the maze.

Probably best not to ask. He gives Baz a nudge to keep moving, steering him in the opposite direction when he's about to step into a mirror. ]

[He really enjoys that Wei Ying is leaning on him, as they sit side by side]

Mn. Your homecity is beautiful too. It has a pier and its famous lotus pods.

[The ferris wheel stops for a few long moments so they could enjoy the view at top. Then it makes its slow descent to ground level and when it stops, it's signal for them to hop off.

When it's time to hop off, Lan Wangji holds his hand]

On the ferris wheel, maybe?

[It's got a tinge of a joke in it, a crooked edge to his smile, but it's also a legitimate suggestion. A giant bucket, moving at half a snail's pace? Perfect place to very privately snog his boyfriend senseless. Just the too-brief (minute-and-a-half, tops) prelude has him nearly flushed, looking alive in a way that only fresh blood and excellent kisses tend to provide.

Right now, though, Mission: Escape Mirror Maze is still on, and with a considerably improved mood. They press on, and as they push and jostle through the tight spaces, he can't help a stupid smile (not pictured) (thanks icons).]

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