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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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"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.

"Ah, right. We need to find you another drink..." Hawks laughed, keeping an eye out... and heading for a drinks stand with Anna in tow.

"Yeah, she has the ears and tail, just like I have wings." He fluttered them a little to show off. "And she's almost as busy as I am. Almost." The teasing was received with a grin and a friendly shoulder bump. "I just make sure to keep her on her toes. I try to avoid making her too mad, though, because her punches are almost as bad as her kicks. We make a good team when we work together-- between the two of us, no baddie is fast enough to get away."

That went a long way to soothe her pride and she followed along as she listened intently. A bit of a laugh as she described the back and forth and the relationship of the two. She also ohhed and awed at the preening.

"So she's like your partner? Or do y'all just team up out of the blue?" Cocking her head a bit. "And do most of the quirks come with extra, no that ain't right...different parts?"

"Mm-mm, we just team up sometimes-- she's in a different part of Japan than me. Occasionally if things are looking like they're going to get heated, heroes can call each other up for help." He explained. "I have sidekicks that I've hired to be my official backup."

"Only 'mutant' type quirks come with different or added parts." Hawks chuckled. "The other two main types are 'emitter' quirks, or ones that allow someone to generate or maybe control certain things-- like ice or fire or electricity, you know-- and the other is 'transformation' quirks which are just what they sound like, transforming the body temporarily. Uh, did that make any sense? It's been a while since I learned that in school..."

"Side kicks" Anna chuckled. "Do you call them minions when they are around?"

There was a brief narrowing of her eyes as he continued his explanation. Or was this more a school lesson? Whatever had her uneasy for that brief moment quickly passed as she unconsciously gave the bear a squeeze. Nodding in the affirmative.

"Yea, it did. So how often do you and Rumi hook up?"

"Oh, awesome. Maybe I should be a teacher when I retire from pro-hero work! And I call my minions "minions" when they deserve it." He laughed, noticing her discomfort... but letting it go for the moment. "Rumi and I team up about once every other month on average; we did more when I first went public. She was one of the few people who could stand how much I talked while on patrol--hell, she talked just as much right back at me."

He stopped at the drink stand so she could pick something out. "How often do you and your band play?"

"So she broke you into how the pro hereoing thing worked, huh?" Sure sounded like it. Ordering another beer, and adjusting things a bit. Unfortunately the bear did not come with the proverbial kung-fu grip, no matter she was talented after all and managed to sort some kind of arrangement out.

"It sounds like it sucks that y'all don't see each other as much as y'all use to. I guess that is bound to happen being far away."

Taking a sip before answering. "Well most times we have at least one paying gig a week, sometimes up to two or three." Anna had a thoughtful look on her face. "It is more than the money, its part of the hustle. You get some momentum behind the music and get a rep on the circuit. Get enough, and it can carry you on."

"She definitely helped... Can I help you, my dear, and carry your bear?" He offered after watching her struggle with not just a little amount of amusement. "Being an adult, in general, kinda sucks, but there are positives to it... like paying taxes? Oh, no, wait, that still sucks..."

He listened to her talk about her band with the rapt attention of someone learning about a new world. It sounded similar to hero work in many ways, only with more music. "So do you play for free sometimes, just to get your name out? Like enter contests or play festivals? ...Or do those pay? I obviously have no idea what I'm talking about."

"Yes." She traded him the bear for the cotton candy and waited for him to get settled before 'rewarding' him with a bit of the fluffed sugar in between her fingers. "That is why I operate on a cash basis."

"Sometimes. Occasionally I'll go to an open mic night to sing or play, either by myself or one of the guys. Maybe throw in at festival here and there, but definitely not one of those contests. Way too much bullshit involved there. You practically have to sign your first born away to compete. " She shook her head vigorously. "We're not in it to owned by a label."

"Thank you~" He accepted the cotton candy with a grin, holding the bear on his hip like it was a child. A very big, overstuffed child.

"Really? I didn't know contests were run that way... Kinda makes sense, though." Hawks nodded with a thoughtful hum. Not belonging to a label... that sounded nice. "So you want to be independent? Do most musicians belong to a company or something like that?"

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