Mingle Event

[caffeinified]

The County Fair has come to Itinere! It just magically appeared overnight. Such fun, right? Absolutely. Here, you'll find every rickety ride you can think of from ferris wheels, water rides, pendulum rides and roller coasters to the horrifying Drop Tower ride, a reverse bungee experience and tilt-a-whirl. Pretty much if you can dream an amusement ride, it's here. Don't even think about going hungry. They fry everything at this event. And of course there are the old staples of any Fair, funnel cakes, corn dogs and shaved ice in every flavor. Careful, you just might get pulled into a massive tent to judge anything from pies to barbecue to pickles to jams. Oh, but it isn't all food. You might get pulled into a tent to judge livestock. Sheep, cattle, pigs and llamas are the name of the game. Who has the best of the best? Did anyone say horse races? Feel free to bet at the makeshift track where horses will be racing all day! The promenade has several live bands cycling through on and off all day. Grab someone and dance before you, yourself get pulled into a two-step.

Everything isn't entirely on the up and up though. Did that sheep just whisper to you? What is it telling you to do? Is that paint on that clowns face or is that just his face? No smile should be naturally that large. In the hall of mirrors, you might not see yourself looking back at you. One of the mirrors might even be empty. Anyone who goes through the tunnel of love will feel compelled to kiss no matter who they're with. The acrobats do death defying acts that seem far too unreal. And the animals in their cages, the lions and the panthers... they look at you with a sentient, knowing eye that would give anyone the heebie-jeebies. The music in the promenade might force you to dance, with or without a partner. The fortune tellers know far too much about you and your life past, present and future.

But hey! It's a Fair! Everyone loves a Fair, don't they? Have fun while the fun lasts!


ooc: This is a very stereotypical fair. Feel free to create your own adventures, good or bad. Want to play with some of the not quite right stuff in the Fair? Have at it! Basically, create your own muses storyline here, let your imagination run wild, mingle, and have fun! Want to plot with others? Comment to THIS post!

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Derek Morgan | OTA

[ex_bloodcakedarmor707]

Derek has been in Itinere for awhile. His door in which he'd arrived had been closed off for several months, almost a year. He knows that anything that happens in Itinere can be very good, very bad or somewhere in the middle. The Fair has been here before. It would be here again. But this time, Derek mostly knows what to look out for. It seemed with the Fair, some people had the best time and others had the worst.

He's sitting on a bench, watching people mill about. In his lap is a plate with a funnel cake on it. Beside him is a beer from one of the stands. He's extremely approachable. Normal looking, even, especially amid all of the Itinere citizens with their overabundance of happiness, almost to the point of creepiness. Feel free to approach.

[eveningprimrose]

Prim has never seen a fair. She might have been in Itinere for a week or so, but this fair thing is new. A lot of things are new here to her. Cotton candy is another. Yes, she's got a large blue and pink stick that is most definitely cotton candy. What interests her is the large baked item he has. Looks like it has sugar on it.

Prim wanders up after a minute or two. "Excuse me. What's that? I've never seen it before." She points towards the funnel cake.

[ex_bloodcakedarmor707]

When the young girl approaches him, Derek offers her a healthy grin. It's welcoming enough so that she knows he isn't a danger to her. He's been here long enough that he knows most people will be wary, some less so. What she might be is completely up in the air right now. But she's young. And she's alone. That much makes Derek worry over her instantly. This place sometimes has the habit of bringing in people separated from their families. But someone so young, that just pisses him off.

"This is a funnel cake. Best fried sweetness you'll ever have." He plucks a piece off of the plate, pops it into his mouth. It's a gesture of good faith. Then he offers the plate up to her. "Wanna try a piece?"

[eveningprimrose]

Most people would still say thirteen is young and Prim won't really dispute that despite what she's seen and done in her life. She just acts older sometimes, for better or for worse.

The gesture of good faith is not lost on her and it goes a long way to making her feel better about asking. So she nods. "Yes, please. We could trade for it. I've only eaten this side."

She motions towards the one side she's touched. The other is clean. Scout's honor.

"We didn't have anything like this in Panem. None of this." It's a whole new and weird world to her, but she wants to experience it all while she can.

[ex_bloodcakedarmor707]

"Ahhh don't know how long it's been since I had cotton candy. Sounds like a plan." He reaches out to tear a small punch off of the cotton candy ball.

"I'm Derek." He introduces himself because that's what people do, especially when sharing fair delicacies. "Can't say I've heard of Panem."

[eveningprimrose]

"My name is Prim," she answers with a smile, waiting until he's gotten his chunk of cotton candy before she reaches to pull off a small piece of his, what was it? Funnel cake.

"I think I'm the only one from Panem who's here." Which is both a good and bad thing. It means she's a thirteen-year-old living on her own and she's separated from her family and everything she knew. She's adaptable, but it's still hard on her.

so very late to this ... but!

[louisianawolf]

Hayley has already done a while of wandering about and enjoying several of the things at this fair, but now seems like a good time for a few minutes to relax. Hayley has her six month old daughter with her, who is sitting on Hayley's hip and is rather occupied with playing with her favourite stuffed animal (it's a tiny stuffed wolf, because of course it is).

Heading towards the closest bench to her, she asks a question of the person already sitting on it. "Is the other half of this occupied?" With the question, both Hayley's tone and expressions are friendly. It's not like there are shortages of places to sit here if it is, though.

[ex_bloodcakedarmor707]

Derek looks up at the woman, brows lifting in surprise when he spots the baby with her. He shakes his head. "It'll only be occupied if you sit there." He answers idly, watching the baby with some weird sense of awe. It had been awhile since he had seen a child that young, having been in Itinere for almost a year.

Finally he looks over to the woman after she's had a seat. She's pretty. And seems harmless. But experience where he's from tells him never to underestimate a mother. "I'm Derek."

[louisianawolf]

"I'm Hayley. And her name is Marissa." She introduces the two of them in return as Marissa sits on her lap, still playing with her wolf toy. They've only been here six months, as Marissa wasn't even a day old (and also unnamed because Hayley had procrastinated a lot on picking out a name; other things had taken priority, like trying to avoid being killed in New Orleans) when Hayley had been carrying Marissa to her nursery room in the house in New Orleans, but they went through the door and wound up here instead. She'd been preparing to send her away with her aunt Rebekah, so that Rebekah could keep her out of the city while Hayley, Klaus, and Elijah stayed in New Orleans to fix all the supernatural problems of the city so that Rebekah and the baby could come back when it was safe for her to return.

"I can also see you've already been to the best part of any fair." An amused smile on her lips as she says that, indicating the food he has with him. The best part is totally the food, yes. "I ... might have already had two funnel cakes myself, actually." She admits with a small nod, no real regrets about it.

[ex_bloodcakedarmor707]

"Hayley and Marissa." He still watches the baby for a bit, a small smile playing on his lips. It's amazing to him. Children have always been a symbol of hope to him. He'd always felt a certain affinity to them. Maybe because he wished so badly for them to have the full childhood that had been stripped away from him at such a young age. If ever there was a reason that Derek did what he did back in his world, it was that. To make the world a better place for kids like Marissa.

Finally, he looks up at Hayley and grins. "You tellin' me you put back two whole funnel cakes without battin' an eye and you look as good as you look?" A compliment, yes. A little flirtation, yes. And maybe even some respect in there.

[louisianawolf]

"Yep, we're from a city called New Orleans. How about you?" She focuses back on Derek as she asks the question.

A small laugh escapes her before she replies to that comment. "Now you make me wish I had a fun sounding reason, like being some badass who runs the equivalent of at least one marathon a day and eats a ton of sugar and calories to balance it out." She returns the grin. "But no, it's just being able to handle a lot of food and not getting sick or whatever else is I guess what you could call one of the perks of my species." As a werewolf, she'd had a high enough metabolism that she could eat all day and not suffer too many consequences, but as she is now, a werewolf-vampire hybrid, she doesn't really need to eat food. Her body can still digest food -- and at the fast levels it had when she was just a werewolf -- as long as she has a supply of blood, which serves as her main source of nutrition now.

Re: Derek Morgan | OTA

[rozpetac]

Stiles has only been here for about six months, but so far it hasn't been bad. A little weird but not bad. He'd seen the carnival and he'd been drawn to it. He'd been on a couple of the rides before getting dragged to judge jams. So he's a little tired and he grins at the other guy there. "Hey is this seat taken?"

[ex_bloodcakedarmor707]

"It's yours now." Derek gestures at the seat next to him and scoots over to be sure the other has enough space and doesn't feel crowded. "You enjoying yourself?" It's really his way of asking if anything strange had been happening to the point of being noticed. Because Derek knows how these fairs can go even if they don't always.

Adam Parrish | OTA

[adamparrish]

When Adam had seen the Ferris Wheel towering over the horizon out of the window of his and Ronan's apartment building, of course he had to investigate. No way could all of that have gone up overnight. The rides towered over the landscape, so many rides. And it was all just magically... present. Magic. Did that make it a magic sort of event?

The trick was getting Ronan out of bed to go to the Fair with him. Basically, he had coaxed him with the promise of trying at least one of everything fried. Never underestimate the power of crappy food when it came to Ronan Lynch.

Right now Adam was waiting at the promenade while Ronan stood in line for something completely unhealthy and, of course, fried. The music was something that begged for big hair and belt buckles. Adam carried a bag with him, something he was starting to always do because he carried a wooden bowl, bottles of water and his tarot cards in it with him. Anyone who comes across him will find him contemplating the merits of leaving Ronan behind to explore. (Stopping at every fried food stand has slowed them down considerably). He's also trying not to dance. Adam Parrish does not dance. Ever.

[fictor]

Ronan has mixed feelings about the sudden appearance of the carnival. On one hand beer, food and freaks. Ronan approves of all of those things. On the other hand, there's no way he's getting out of the fair without punching someone. Okay, so that works in it's favor too. On the other other hand, the sheer volume of people is going to make Ronan irritated and crabby. Chainsaw won't want to go (she doesn't do well with large crowds) and he hates leaving her in her cage (she's far too destructive when bored to be left out of it).

To add to all of that, he's going through one of his periods of hypersomnia and he's only about eight hours into sleeping. He's got at least eight more before he's ready to wake up without complaint. It had been a near miracle that Adam had been able to wake Ronan up at all. The promise of fried food and beer had really done the trick.

Ronan actually likes the music for the sheer fact that it's annoying. He likes when people are annoyed, irritated and awkward. Do not leave Ronan behind, Adam. He will panic and cover it up with being pissed off. Ronan is coping with this whole thing by putting all his energy and focus on Adam. If that happens, Ronan really will be a very loose cannon. He comes sauntering back wearing his traditional black tank top and dark jeans, deciding to forego the black leather jacket because it's a warm enough day. He's got a beer in one hand and a cardboard boat of something on a stick in the other. "Fucking fried spaghetti and meatballs," he gestures with that hand. "Try it."

[adamparrish]

Adam would have left Ronan asleep in the bed. He'd thought about it. Last night that had gone to sleep on opposite sides of it assuring each other that it was okay. This morning Adam woke up alone, his body still warm from being wrapped up in Ronan. Awkwardness had ensued. Mostly on his part. Ronan had left the bed because he was being an insomniac. Adam had felt embarrassed about the closeness, the way he had clung to Ronan and fit so comfortably there. Awkward.

But even when Ronan was finally sleeping, Adam wasn't ready to go out into this new place by himself. So he'd finally made the decision to wake him up and get him out of the house, promising his boyfriend all the things Adam imagined a fair to have.

He was just about to give up waiting on Ronan, feeling a tap in his toes at the same beat of whatever this music was, when the other sidled up beside him. He gives Ronan a 'really?' look when he offers him fried spaghetti and meatballs. "I've always heard they fry everything at a fair but I thought it was an exaggeration." Nevertheless, he reaches out to pinch some off of Ronan's plate with his fingertips and taste it. He isn't sure what to think about it. But it isn't bad. He hums his approval with a nod.

[fictor]

Ronan had woken up snuggled against Adam, his brain far too awake and body far too restless to sleep. Insomnia wasn't anything new to Ronan, but the source of his insomnia had been. Dreams about Adam were easier to move past when Adam wasn't there curled up against him. In any case, insomnia had driven him from bed, awkward for some of the same reasons that Adam had felt awkward and awkward for so many more.

Ronan would have been furious (and panicked) if he'd awoken to find Adam gone, convinced that this place had abandoned him, or that sharing a bed and the one bedroom apartment this damn electronic building had given them had proved too much for Adam to cope with so he'd fled. Waking Ronan up was a good call on Adam's part.

Ronan simply smirked at the really look. "You have to dip it in the marinara sauce," he said, pointing to the puddle of sauce in the corner of the cardboard boat. While Adam took a pinch of the food, Ronan took one whole portion of the kebab, dipping it in the sauce and popping the fried ball of pasta and meatball into his mouth whole.

[adamparrish]

Adam wasn't used to foods that didn't come out of a can or a box. So he gave Ronan another skeptical look before he grabbed another bit with his fingers and dipped it in the sauce. And well, the sauce was the best part. He stares at the sauce, wondering why people don't drink it, and then looks up to Ronan. "S'good."

He supposes he's impressed with Ronan for knowing that this sort of fried thing existed in the first place.

"So I'm thinking from the top of the ferris wheel, we could get a look at the whole town. See where the edges are..." He says, gesturing to the large wheel like structure towering over the entire fair. It probably should remain unmentioned that Adam had never been on a ferris wheel and was semi excited at the prospect of trying it out. Yeah, he wouldn't say that out loud.

Myrnin | Open

[trapdoorspider]

The idea of a carnival alone delighted Myrnin. The idea of a magical one made him practically gleeful. He was dressed, as usually, a bit eccentrically. Today it was a pair of cargo pants, a long sleeved tee shirt and a Hawaiian shirt. He had coaxed Claire into meeting him here, but he'd been distracted by everything (a common occurrence with Myrnin) and proceeded to wander about rather than wait for Claire.

He could be found any number of places, playing games that he won because he didn't play fair, standing in line for food that he ate with a great deal of passion, but often tossed in favor of another distraction. He was in an excellent mood this evening, but had very little focus.

[clairedanvers]

Claire had been in Itinere for a few months with no luck getting the door she had arrived through to open again. She had made a contraption to try to get the doors to open through an electronic vibration frequency. It looked something like this, only less sleek. She was walking around the fair, the contraption at full power and emitting a frequency that humans couldn't hear.

She was supposed to be looking for Myrnin too. But of course, she was distracted too. When he had arrived, she had been both terrified and thankful. She had no idea what they were going to do about his feeding habits. But she knew he needed to feed eventually. Finally, she comes upon him in line for something fried. "Myrnin!" She calls to him distractedly.

[trapdoorspider]

Humans might not be able to hear it, but Myrnin certainly could.

Yes. His feeding habits were an inconvenience. His control was usually exceptional and he could, technically, go weeks without feeding. However, it didn't do good things to him and he became more dangerou and more out of control the longer he went without feeding. However, tonight he was fine. He was doing quite lovely in fact.

He turned at Claire's call, a smile on his face. He held up one finger in the traditional 'one moment' gesture. When he finally wandered over to her, he had a piece of fried cheesecake on a stick. He sticks his finger in his ear and wiggles it a bit.

"Would you turn that off? I'm surprised others aren't complaining about the god awful noise."

[clairedanvers]

Myrnin had cheesecake. Claire had mechanical devices. All was right with the world, Claire thought. But really, for as long as she had been in Itinere, the world had only been right when Myrnin had arrived just recently. It had been a shock. A good shock. Because Myrnin had renewed her purpose in figuring Itinere out.

She turns off the device. "We should get you some earplugs." She tells him. "How is the fried... what is that?"

[trapdoorspider]

Well, all was right with the world in this moment. With Myrnin, 'right' was a very mercurial sort of thing. It was fortunate for everyone in Itinere that Claire had been there when Myrnin had arrived. She'd always had a steadying, grounding sort of effect on him and stress tended to exacerbate his condition. Once he'd found out that Claire was there, he'd been able to move from stressed to excited about the idea of studying Quantum Physics on a whole different level than he'd worked with in Morganville. With a proper lab assistant (Claire) his work would go that much more smoothly. In some ways, Claire renewed his purpose as well.

"Hmmm yes. Never liked them, you know. They muffle everything." Which is the point. He doesn't like his senses dulled, but he doesn't like the high pitched noise either. "Cheesecake," he declares in a delighted, gleeful manner that Myrnin can only pull off when he's in a good mood. "Have some," he offers the stick to her.

Stiles | OTA

[rozpetac]

He's bouncing around the fair, dancing and grooving and eating his fill of fried things. He's kind of just moving to the beat of the music all around him. Not paying too much attention to much else around him.

So feel free to stop him or join him. It's all good in his world today.

[trapdoorspider]

He's not paying attention, but Myrnin is. He's got a funnel cake in one hand, a soft drink in the other hand and he's wandering the aisles looking for Claire who wandered off with her instrument that hurts his ears. He narrowly avoids some of that bouncing, moving inhumanly fast to do so.

"Perhaps you ought to pay a bit of attention," he says in a low voice. It's not unfriendly, just a word of caution. Myrnin is in far too good a mood today to be scary.