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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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"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?"

She grinned and licked her fingers of the remaining sticky bits on them. "Welcome."

Anna nodded. "Think about it.Even if you relying on demo tapes and word of mouth as a record label, you still have to go and watch a band or performer live. Maybe a couple of time to see how they perform, and all that costs money.

Now ya have a contest, and part of entering it these guys have to give exclusive signing rights if they win, or place in a certain rank, you've gotten a proven product right there."

She made a face The girl didn't think it was evil per se, but it sure was sneaky. "Maybe, that isn't easy either. Being signed open up a lot of doors but it takes a lot of your share, while you're doing all the work. And that isn't even considering what you can do creatively."

Taking another long drink before continuing. "And yea, most of them do. You have to get really big before you have any leverage with the suits, but that is starting to change."

"...I never knew there was so much behind music..." He murmured thoughtfully, mulling that all over. "I probably should have, though. Everything is a lot more complex than it seems... Ah, before we drink and eat too much more... is there another ride I should try?"

"Neither did I really." Anna gave a bit of a sigh and took another drink. "I thought we just showed up and people gave us money if we were good."

"Don't want to hurl?" She laughed lightly, thinking about the rides they had seen. "We could try one of the coasters if you want. Though I don't know how good it would be for you, since they are kinda small. Is there one you're interested in? Cause I'm game for just about anything."

"That is literally the exact same thing I assumed. And will continue to assume about most other jobs." Hawks nodded solemnly. "As for not hurling, if I could somehow get out of tonight without doing that I'd really appreciate it..."

He hummed, looking around. There was such a feeling of excitement and happiness in the air it was hard not to just smile for the hell of it... Oh! "Hey, what about that Haunted Hell House thing over there?" A pause. "...Wouldn't it be scary enough if it was just haunted or just a hell house? Both together seems like overdoing it..." But the entrance was a giant bright red devil's mouth, so really all other sins were forgiven in light of that beautiful cheesiness.

"Well...." She let it dangle for a bit before continuing. "you're older than me so you should know better about that stuff."

Yes, she just insinuated you were old Hawks.

Anna turned to look at what he was pointing at. "How'd they know it wasn't a Hell Haunted House? Details matter, or so I keep getting told. Sure!"

Then, with a wicked grin on her face.

"I'm sure the big tough hero will keep my frail self safe from all the ghosts and monsters."

Her teasing had the opposite effect than intended. Hawks puffed up a bit with pride to be assumed to be older; as one of the youngest pro-heroes out there, especially in his position on the top ten leaderboard, he was usually called the kid or the youngster... or worse when they weren't being nice.

"Are you kidding? I assumed your frail self was going to trip me the first second she got as a sacrifice to the monsters and ghosts while she got away." He pointed out with a grin all his own. "Or maybe we'll both be lucky and Mr. Bear here will turn out to be a ward against such things."

He paid for their tickets into the amusement, waiting in line with Anna. Hawks just had to make sure he kept his wings in line-- occasionally he was known to flare them in shock and he'd hate to hurt someone accidentally.

"Well if you go boldly charging in and get eatin' zombies it isn't my fault. With the added benefit of having to go through all the trouble of trippin' ya." A look of shock. "Steve the Stuffed will not be put in harms way, not one little whisker!"

Nodding very serious like and finishing her second beer before it was their turn to get into the car for the ride. These types of things always amused her. After all, her mother also told tales.

"I'm glad you're having fun."

"...Steve the Stuffed? Now he sounds even more heroic than I do!" Hawks protested with a smile. "But I have been told I would probably be eaten first by zombies. At least I'd probably taste like chicken."

Climbing into the car beside Anna and their new knight-bear, he grinned. "I'm having a blast! I'm kinda an adrenaline junkie so this thing is right up my alley." As the car started forward, his feathers fluffed slightly. Oh boy... He was going to hold Steve's paw. Just in case.

In the first room, the lights flickered off... and then a ghost was projected onto the wall with a boom of thunder, getting a little happy yip out of Hawks.

"He's a very noble bear, he needs a title." Again a very serious nod. "Sir Steve the Stuffed. Has a ring to it."

Then Anna added. "Taste like chicken huh? Better stay outta Buffalo, they'll be on ya like white on rice."

She was going to say how happy she was that Hawks was having a good time, then he yipped and she pointed and laughed. Loudly. Covering her face with one hand barely able to gasp out. "My brave protector."

See the problem here was that in her distraction she missed the next part of the ride. The one when some made up devil, or maybe imp dropped down direct in front of her and a very loud cackling "You'll never leave!" came out of its mouth.

Right in front of her face.

"SHIT!" She exclaimed as she ducked down as far as she could in the car.

It was very hard to pretend to be big and brave when someone was laughing at you so hard she could barely talk. "You know what--" And then Anna was jumpscared nearly out of her seat and it was his turn to laugh, head tilting back as his sides shook.

"Ohmygod your face!" Hawks crowed as their car continued forward-- and then he felt something like cobwebs brush the tips of his feathers and a blast of cold air suddenly smacked into him, sending him skittering nearly into Anna and Steve's laps. He hated the feeling of spiderwebs on his wings!

Really she didn't have enough time to properly don her disgruntled face before she had a Hawks practically in her lap. The surprise repositioning caused her to, well squeak would be the best description of it, and her fingers gripped his hips.

"Well, I guess human shield works...."

"...Ah-ha. Erm..." He grinned sheepishly, glad that the dark lighting was hiding his blush. "...A spiderweb touched my wings. Er. Excuse me." Hawks was just going to slip back into his seat and pretend that he was indeed a big strong hero who had not just found himself in Anna's lap. "...Not that I wouldn't mind being your shield, of course..."

Before he could babble himself too silly, something sprang out at them that was supposed to be a demon of some sort, but its glowing eyes were crossed and got a startled laugh out of him rather than a yelp. "Woah!"

"Yea I know, I got a mouthful of spider feather." Anna gave him a pat on the thigh. "Good."

There was a bit of grin on her face, almost like she saw that blush. She laughed yet again. "They aren't all that scary when they are cross eye. You might make it out of this ride alive yet if it is a trend."

"I'll have you know I once was brave enough to bring Gang Orca soup when he had a toothache, and not many people can say that!" He had lost a wager but there was no need to dwell on that, the fact was that he had done it! "I wonder if the cross eyes were on purpose or just lazy..."

Their car moved into a room where a distressingly lighted surgery was in progress, blood all over the doctor and nurse and floor and patient and ceiling... "...I think they've lost the patient--fuck!" His witty statement was interrupted when the 'patient' began to jerk and scream as fresh blood exploded everywhere while a demon shot out of their stomach area.

"Orca soup?" She had to have misheard that one. "I hope it wasn't made from scratch.

Oddly, that one didn't get her. Anna had seen that movie, and that other one too. Though there was a lot of fake blood. She patted his leg in a 'there, there' gesture. "Now that was just going for the ick factor. Kinda lazy."

The car bumped along for a moment in utter darkness. Amplifying the squeak of the wheels and the stray grinding of metal as it followed the rails. Here it was suddenly very warm and humid....and there was a weird sound. Something raspy, like two pieces of sand paper sliding against each other was the best way she could describe it. But it was like a lot of sand paper.

The car suddenly lurched to a stop and she said. "What the..." and screamed when the lights cut on. They were in a clear tube with thousands of snakes, slithering just a few inches from them.

That pat on the leg turned into a death grip and her boots were kicking the front of the car to find purchase to push her back as far as she could. And that screaming? It was getting louder. A lot louder.

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