bakerstreet | let's go to the carnival!

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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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"Yesssss." Drawn out perfectly. While she might have a bit of sympathy for the guy, she was simply too competitive for her own good sometimes. "I knew it! And look at the little guy, he's getting back in line!"

Laughing, as she straightened her pony tail out, while she stumbled around a bit. "Getting it, huh?"

Anna tapped her finger on her chin as she tried not to sway too much. "Let's see, you get to buy me drinks the rest of the night and I've got to win a giant stuffed animal for you. Panda if they have it, if not I'll play it by ear. But right now, I'm thirsty."

"That kid is my hero." Hawks said as he watched his pick grab the soda back from his dad. Wow. Rock on, little guy.

"Ah, right, the drinks. Lucky for you, hero work actually pays pretty well, so our night is all set." He teased, shaking his head a little bit and trying to rearrange his hair. His feathers were slowly sorting themselves out in his wings, which meant occasionally he had to fluff up said wings, making him look like a red dandelion. "...After that ride, I think I'm going to start with a water. Personally." Better to let his stomach settle... and if that was just the start of the night? Phew, he better keep his diet light. "...Do they even sell water here? All I see are sodas and beers."

"You have to watch for them, they are sneaky like that."

" 'Ah, right, the drinks'". Mimicking his tone. "Look, I am very serious about my drinks, especially when they are free." She finally stopped twirling in her head, and looked around and pointed. "There, usually they have bottled water. Doesn't help if your customer base passes out from heat stroke."

Anna bounced a bit on the balls of her feet and started to walk leisurely to the stand she had pointed at. Glancing over at him. Yes he did look bit like a red dandelion. A happy one at that.

"Oh yea? Makes sense with the risks and all." She would definitely not sound like if she was envious. And reality she wasn't. Get paid for what you're worth.

A bit of a waggle of her brows and flashed a teasing grin. "Brought the right person to the carnival then. Me being a starving musician and all."

Hawks laughed, following her happily. "It's a valuable life lesson, knowing which of your friends to bring along to places." He teased her right back, stepping up to purchase a water and whatever Anna wanted. "I'm more than glad to help out a 'starving musician' in her quest to have as much fun at the carnival as possible." After a moment of thought... he also bought a giant thing of cotton candy for them both to share. Might as well, it wasn't really food anyway--and who could resist those swirls of bright, not-at-all-from-nature colors?

"What do we do next, oh Mistress of the Carnival Rides?"

She eyed the selection and ordered an IPA, eyeing the cotton candy then plucking a it from the top. "It is. But I pull my own. Most of the guys have day jobs, or families so I throw in a lot of my cut for equipment and stuff like that." She gave a light shrug. "And I help out with one of the moms too. So it all sorts."

Taking a sip to wash the remains of the melting sugar out of her mouth. Laughing. "Now that is all sorts of a fancy title. Hmmm, check the games until we finish this off? Cause I won't throw out a perfectly good beer."

"One of the moms? What kind of people are in your band?" He asked curiously, pinching off some candy for himself and enjoying how it melted into nothingness in his mouth like magic. Mmm...

"Sure. Ah, how about that one where you try to pop the balloons? I'm pretty good at those." He gestured with one wing, his hands currently occupied with water and candy. "I bet I can get a higher score than you~" He grinned, totally willing to turn everything tonight into a competition.

"Yea, I said mom." She grinned. "Alec, our drummer, is married and has two kids and I help out Jason's girlfriend with her sister's kids. The other two guys are single. Why I don't know....well Cliff, no one knows about Cliff. He's our bassist." Anna paused to take another sip from her bottle. "They've been around for a while, I'm the youngest in the group."

"You sure about that? What are you willing to add to all the booze I can drink?" A bit of a grin as she snagged another puff of the cotton candy and started off in the direction of the games.

"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.

"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?"

"Wow... That sounds kind of like a classic American story, you know? An individual strikes out on her own and through her own skills, and a little luck, she finds her place in the world..." Hawks mused with a chuckle. "It helps that you're part of a rock band, one of the American classics."

"...A corndog?" It sounded... vaguely familiar but at the same time like it might have been something he dreamed up. "I don't think so. It's... a... hot dog... made of... corn?" Somehow?

She grinned at him. "Maybe a little bit. I was just always taught if you really want something, you have to work hard for it. Sometimes you get a break, but when you hustle you make your own, ya know?"

Anna, had an overall positive and optimistic view of life. Even if she could fall into a pessimistic mood now and again, it did not last.

She turned a bit, walking sideways as she explained with both her words and gestures. "So, you take a regular hot dog and you skewer it. Not all the way through, just like over half way. Then you dip it in a thick batter, so you were kinda right there, cause it has cornmeal in it. And finally you deep fry it, slather it in mustard...nothing else, and nom."

An optimist, huh? Hawks should try and learn some of that from Anna, since he tended to be the opposite for all he grinned and joked about the state of the world...

"So it's a deep fried hotdog covered in cornmeal." He mused, taking another chunk of cotton candy. "...I can see that being good. I mean, most deep fried things are. Is it true that in America there's such a thing as deep fried butter?"

"Fried in cornmeal batter." She corrected. "It is the carnival food, along with pretzels. And yes, yes there is fried butter. Haven't had it, but at the Texas State Fair they got a bit of everything. Fried oreos, snickers bars, fried ice cream...though that is a Tex-Mex thing originally." Those latter ones she did have, and the unconscious slide of her thumb over her lower lip my give a hint of her approval.

"Just a little different from what y'all got, or at least I've seen. I imagine what we have here for Japanese food is much different than reality." She wasn't shy about her ignorance about things. After all how else would she learn if she didn't ask.

"Holy..." He listened to her list off each new item with increasingly widening eyes. "Wait, what's a fried snickers bar? A candy bar? Why would you fry one of those? And how do you fry ice cream? Doesn't it melt? Do they have someone who somehow makes it unable to melt? Like a really specialized quirk?" Hawks was getting increasingly excited and maybe on just a little bit of a sugar high from the cotton candy which he was eating a lot of.

"Ah, some of the Japanese food is accurate; it's not as off as Chinese-American foods, from what I can tell? But. But? There's deep fried sushi and that's just wrong. I really want to try it but it's not sushi any more at that point." He nodded authoritatively.

A shake of her head. "I think they get it really cold, and really at that point you're just waiting for the batter or breading to get done so it is super quick." A bit of a liquid shrug. "But that is just me guessing, I just eat the stuff."

She scrunched up her face. "I don't know if this is right, but ain't the point of sushi is it is supposed to be super fresh and super fast? Seems kinda wrong to fry it." She took a finishing long drink from the bottle and tossed it into a trash can as they passed it. "I do like the fried veggies though." Pardon her lack of knowing all the names Hawks.

"Mm... Now I want some fried ice cream. I wonder if they have any around here..." He was now going to keep an eye out. If there was fried ice cream in this carnival, he was going to find it.

"Super fresh, yes, not so sure about the super fast. I've gone to some fancy restaurants and they take forever to bring it out." He watched her throw the bottle away, forcing himself to not respond. No recycling? That almost felt criminal... "Hm? Oh, yeah, tempura is amazing. But I also think I mentioned that I love anything fried... Ah, here!" Hawks paused in front of one of the ring toss booths with a grin. "Want to test our skills here?"

Laughing at his admission. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have teased you like that, especially not knowing if they have any here. But if we find a stall that has it, I'll buy ya some."

Her brow quirked. "Fancy, huh? Do they serve like real small rolls?" Holding up her fingers in an ok sign then shrinking the circle made of her thumb and index finger. "Cause every fancy place I've seen on T.V. has small everything."

Putting down her hand, and leaning against the edge of the booth, she looks over the game very seriously. "Ring toss, eh? There is a joke in there someplace." Then she looked over the selection of prizes, tip of one boot tapping out a pattern as she leaned and arched over the counter. Looking back over her shoulder.

"Yea, I think this will work Hawks."

"Well, the perfect sized roll is supposed to be an exact mouthful, I think, so a little smaller than the average American roll that I've seen." He explained. "I don't know about the rest of the food being small... I've never left hungry that I can remember."

He looks over the probably rigged game, grinning to himself. "Yeah? Think it'll work? I mean, ladies first~"

"Oh." That sounded right to her by common sense. Details, she liked the dish anyway, big, small, details. Now she turned her attention back to the task at hand.

There wasn't much of a wait as the worker came up to the two and went through his spiel. Five rings for five dollars, the more rings on the upright coloured stakes, the better the prize. The other caveat was the colour of the peg also helped to determine the prize level, but one couldn't split out the prize across the pegs.

Or at least that was what she got out of it, and hoped that Hawks was able to keep up. She reached into her back pocket and pulled several folded up bills from it. Unfolding them plunked down a ten and asked for a go for each of them. The rings were about the circumference of a baseball and the first row of pegs about three feet away and each layer the pegs got a bit taller.

"Hrmmmm..." Giving the weight of her first ring a test as her eyes narrowed while picking her target. Tongue sliding out of her mouth a bit and in quick succession tosses each of her five rings in slow arcs. Two land true, settling around one of the tallest pegs, and the three bounced off.

"Damn it."

The worker though, easily tossed all five of his on the one next to her target, which got him a bit of a glair from Anna. Then he looked at Hawks. "See it isn't all that hard. Win your little lady that big teddy bear right up there. Five around that center peg at it is all yours."

That got Anna snickering as she gave him that doe eyed look. "Oh Hawks, you can do it. It can't be that hard for such a hero as you."

Yes, she just went there.

"Wow. Wow, Anna." Hawks chuckled at her taunting, having been very impressed by her throw. He took the rings, weighing them as she had. "All five, huh? Alright. Easy enough."

Granted, this wasn't the usual kind of target practice he did, but the principals were the same. For a moment he held very, very still, golden eyes focused on the center peg... Then he threw in five easy, sweeping motions. Four rings landed perfectly, but the last wobbled a bit in the air-- in a blur of red that no one could say they actually saw or not, he sent out a single feather to nudge it properly into place. The final ring settled neatly onto the peg as the feather returned to his wing. Hawks grinned and winked at Anna. "How about that? I won that giant teddy bear just for you~"

Well....

Live by the tongue, die by the tongue she guessed.

"My hero!" Anna was a good sport about it.

The guy behind the counter though, he was very excited. Using the ahem skill of the man to ~~sucker~~ draw in other customers. "A WINNER! See how easy it is! Congratulations you lucky gent, I'm sure the little lady is more than impressed. Which one do you want?"

That brought a bit of colour to her cheeks as she glanced at Hawks, then back up at the bears. They.Were.Huge. At least she could use one for a beanbag or something. Mulling her choices, she settled on the black one with a pink bow tie. She could metal it up a bit she thought.

"That one, right there, please." Batting her lashes, figuring she may as well own it. Cocking her hip as she waited for someone to finagle the prize down.

"That wasn't too bad."

Hawks was grinning so smugly, obviously pleased with himself. "What, you didn't want that bright red bear that looks like it's seen some shit?" He teased, watching as Anna's chosen bear was gotten for her. "I told you! This is my sort of game. I had to impress you on the first one so you'll forgive how horrible I am at the others. Especially the one where you have to catch goldfish? That one I'm terrible at, to the point that the last time I tried my friend Rumi laughed so hard she nearly fell into the pool."

She very politely stuck her tongue out at him as she took possession of the bear. Which was a little bit bigger than her and she had the sneaking suspicion that she looked absolutely ridiculous as she adjusted the prize so that she could carry it without tripping.

"Basic black goes with everything. And it is very classy." Attempting to get some shred of her dignity back.

"I don't think anyone is good at that one except little kids." Tilting her head a bit, curious. "Whose Rumi?"

"Yes, your giant black teddy bear is very classy." Hawks teased with a laugh as they began walking again.

"Ah, Rumi is one of my good friends. Her hero name is Miruko; she's known as the Rabbit Hero because... well. Her quirk is literally 'Rabbit', meaning her kicks can shatter concrete and she's the most badass bunny girl you'll ever meet." He explained, grinning. "She calls me out on my shit, knows when I need to be taken out for drinks... usual best friend things. You'd like her."

"Speaking of drinks....." She glanced down to a bottle-less hand.

"I guess that gives new definition to leg day." Then Anna got a quizzical look on her face. "When you say 'Bunny Girl', does she have..." She made a face, cause she was curious but didn't want to sound both clueless and rude. "I mean like ears and tail?" She wondered how that would work out. It didn't fluster her, but she wasn't an average person in that regard. Growing up with some tales from her family.

"So what I'm hearing she's a pretty busy girl then?" She could keep up teasing all day long.

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pretend she just said 'mom'

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