itinere | Mingle Event

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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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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.

Luckily, when Claire had asked for her apartment so long ago, the automated system had given her both a one bedroom apartment and an attached lab. She had yet to explain to Myrnin that she thought that the automated system was capable of reason and thought... maybe even of telepathy, reading what people want and need and giving it to them without their having to ask for it. All to say, that they had a lab to work in.

Claire sighs and shuts the device off. "I'll try to find a way to change the frequency." For Myrnin. Because while it was a pain to have to do so, she would do it for Myrnin anyway. He was here. She wasn't alone anymore and she was thankful for that.

Taking the stick, she inspects it briefly before biting off a piece. She hums her approval and hands it back to him. "Fried cheesecake on a stick. Not bad." She says. "Is this your first fair?" She wonders, knowing that Morganville never had fairs for obvious reasons.

Honestly, a sentient automated system wouldn't surprise Myrnin. It's not that different from Ada (now Frank) back home. He would be curious about it and probably want to experiment on it, to find out if it could read his brain the way it could read Claire's.

He nods in agreement. "Perhaps something lower pitched." He might be being a tiny bit unreasonable, but it never occured to him that he was being unreasonable. He was simply being Myrnin. He is beyond grateful that he isn't alone. Without Claire here, he would surely go crazy.

"It is my first fair in several decades," Myrnin responds. "I was at the first official world's fair in Philadelphia. They had Bell's telephone there. I had smoked turkey legs."

It always surprised her when Myrnin spoke of historical things. And not only that, but of being present at historical events. Sometimes it was easy to forget how ancient he was.

"Bell's telephone as a fair attraction?" She asks, completely forgetting everything else and trying to get Myrnin to speak more about his past since it's something he so rarely can do in a lucid manner.

She only forgets because she doesn't see him like anyone else. She sees him as a person and not a monster. Mynin never forgets how ancient he is, and some days that's a bad thing. However, today he doesn't mind remembering it.

"Indeed. Once upon a time it's where all the biggest inventions debuted, like Ford's automobile. I'm afraid I wasn't around for that one. I suppose that's become a thing of the past. It's all shoddily built rides, fried food and games that no one human can win." His eyebrows lift. "Speaking of which!" He clearly gets excited. "I'm fairly certain I'll be able to win you one of those giant stuffed animals."

His excitement is contagious, Claire can't help but glean some of that from him. Claire's smile is slow but eventually grows into one that's equally as bright as Myrnin's. She puts her work away in her backpack because if they're actually going to do this fair thing they should leave work out of it.

She arches a brow at him. "I double dog dare you to win me a giant stuffed animal. As long as you understand that it'll be living with us in our apartment."

The way that Claire manages to stay with Myrnin's mood shifts is just one reason that he finds her so very infectious and charming. They should definitely leave work out of it.

He gives her a faux shocked look. "Well, there's no possible way in which I can turn down a dare like that," he declares. The look he follows it up with is almost offended. "Naturally. Where else would it live?" He holds his arm out to her and off they go to hunt down the best stuffed animal.

"Well, you know. I just wanted to be sure all the fine print was covered." She says, slipping her arm into his.

They walk with their arms linked down the row of games in the fair. Claire finally spots a big push bunny that looks almost exactly like the bunny on the ridiculous slippers Myrnin sometimes wore. She points at it. "Myrnin, look! It's like your slippers."

"Oh, I'm never certain of the fine print with you, Miss Danvers," he says as he leads her down the fairway. "And I find I don't mind so much."

He chuckles, grinning manically at her. "Then that is the one you shall get."

It's that game where you knock over weighted, metal milk bottles with a baseball, the one that's rigged so a person with mortal strength can't possibly defeat it, the one that Myrnin will have to check his strength in order to not destroy the tent. He approaches the tent with that same maniacal grin.

"One round please for the bunny," he points to the animal.

"You've got to go through a series of rounds to get to that one," the harker explained.

"Fine. Set the baseballs up for that then."

Sometimes when she felt like Myrnin might be flirting with her, she wasn't entirely sure that he had intended it as flirtation. But she couldn't help but smile a bit when he said that he didn't mind the fine print with her. For Myrnin, she felt that that was a very sweet thing to say.

She walked with him to the tent and waited patiently as he conversed with the carnie. "So uhm... the whole tent could come down if you aren't careful. Just a reminder."

Myrnin was flirting with her. However, he was very bad at it because...insane, vampire and ancient. It was a very sweet thing to say and it was a very big thing to say. After all, he generally killed most of his assistants or sent them away because they were inept, stupid and human. Claire was the first human in a long time to convince him that human wasn't a drawback when it came to people.

He smiled widely, manically at her. "I shall be as careful as if I were holding Bob. Though, you'd be quite surprised at how resilient Bob is. Spiders generally are, for their size and body mass." He picked the baseball up in one hand, tossed it up in the air a bit testing it's weight and the like then with a movement that was far too sharp and fast to be human he threw it at the pile of milk jugs.

And missed. In fact, he ripped a hole in the tent and threw it into the mass of people on the other side of the tent. He distinctly heard someone yell 'ow'

"Sorry!" He yelled in return then looked at Claire. "Perhaps a bit lighter."

The carnie was grumbling, complaining and generally griping about the lost ball and the hole in his tent, but he didn't seem surprised at the strength. He'd probably seen a great deal of weird.

It was actually pretty nice to see Myrnin smiling at her. There was maniacal in a crazy and insane sense and there was maniacal in a rare moment of having fun sense. They were two different things and both had the potential to be dangerous or go smooth as anything ever went with Myrnin. Thankfully Claire could tell the difference and this was Myrnin having fun.

"Bob would thank you." She told Myrnin, slipping her hands into her back pockets as she watched him test the weight of the baseball. She gasped, looking wide-eyed to Myrnin and then the carnie when it ripped through the tent. He seemed to take it in stride for the most part.

"Uhh yeah. Maybe a little lighter. It's okay. They seem to be used to abnormal things here." She patted Myrnin's shoulder and then stood back again.

Today was a good day and Myrnin was terribly glad that Claire could tell the difference. It was probably a deciding factor in Claire's continued survival as Myrnin's assistant.

"If he had vocal cords. I'm fairly certain there's no way to give him those." But now he's thinking about it. After all who doesn't want a dog sized, talking spider?

There was little telling what the carnie had seen considering the way the carnival had simply shown up overnight. Myrnin isn't surprised that the carnie isn't surprised. In his experience carnies usually aren't either because of everything they'd seen or because they were very stoned.

"Well it is a traveling carnival," Myrnin commented as he picked up the second baseball and threw it. This time things went a bit better. The stack of milk jugs went flying but the tent was intact. The carnie sighed and handed over the third baseball. "Knock over the second pile and you'll get the big one."

"I'm not sure we'd like what he said..." Claire said, unable to help but to think about it as well. Bob had seen the both of them through a lot of highs and lows. What would he really think of the both of them? Especially now that Claire had such confusing feelings toward Myrnin. "You know, like how the third wheel can become a peanut gallery instead of a... third wheel."

Plus, she just wasn't sure she could handle a talking spider. Ada had been strange enough.

She was so deep in thought on the subject that she let out a very high-pitched squeak and applauded his second successful attempt. It was a very unguarded moment for her. Claire had never and didn't often get the opportunity to be girly. Sometimes it was easy to forget that she was very much an eighteen year old girl. She quickly checked her smile, her eyes remaining bright and excited even as a flush of embarrassment rosed her skin. "Good job."

"Fair enough point, but it might be fascinating. I've never had an opportunity to interview an arachnoid." He purses his lips a moment, giving Claire a confused sort of look. "You may have to explain this third wheel concept to me." Yes, those feelings. Such confusion.

So true.

He can't help the smile that stretches across his lips at her laughter. He chuckles a bit himself and winks at Claire. "Thank you terribly, Mi'lady." He tilts his cheek toward her. "A kiss for luck?"

"Third wheel, you know... like you and I are having a serious conversation and then Bob with his newly found voice feels the need to chime in with his two cents every two seconds." And she couldn't even imagine anything more intimate with Myrnin with Bob watching on and able to commentate on it.

At his smile, Claire feels her heart do that flip-flop thing he sometimes makes it do. "I feel like I should call you 'Sir' if you call me 'Mi'lady'." But she grinned and leaned in to quickly kiss his cheek. "For luck."

His brow furrows a little at that. "Oh. Yes. I suppose that does make sense. Though, you know, sometimes things with three wheels are very practical. Look at tricycles and wheelbarrows!" he points out then hesitates. "That wasn't your point though, was it? In that case, should Bob arrive here, I'll make certain not to work on teaching him to talk. We could always lock him in a room though, or a box, or turn him outside. Not that it matters because I'm not going to teach him to talk."

He's not aware that he makes her heart flip-flop, but he is aware that sometimes it races a bit faster in his presence and he hears it now. He's started taking it to mean he's doing something right (or something terrifying, but he's not being terrifying right now, is he? No, she's smiling and kissing his cheek. Definitely not terrifying. "Technically, you ought to call me Lord," he winks at her.

Claire just lets Myrnin twist and turn his way through to his own conclusion, which she's also glad is the same as hers. "I'm glad you see it my way... Lord Myrnin." It feels silly to say. But given the mood at the moment, it's almost playful. And that makes it easier.

"How was that? Should I have curtsied or something? Cause... I'm pretty sure that would be laughable in tennis shoes and a t-shirt." She scoffs.

The playful is good, and honestly letting Myrnin twist and turn his way to his own conclusion is the best way to deal with him. It's not as if he would consider it 'right' if he didn't reach his own conclusion.

"Ooooh I'll have to teach you a proper curtsey. We'll get you a long tulle skirt. It'll be fetching. "

"Did you want to throw the baseballs again for the fanged bunny?" the carnie interrupts.

"Oh. Yes. Absolutely," Myrnin nods, turning his attention back to the task at hand. He almost throws them too casually, not quite focusing. However the end result is the same. The milk bottles tumble over and the carnie reaches up to grab the bunny in question, holding it out to Myrnin. He takes the bunny that is nearly three-fourths Claire's size.

"Perhaps I should carry it," he suggests to Claire.

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