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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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.

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.

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?"

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.

"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."

"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.

A young girl here on her own? Derek had a problem with that, not that he could do anything about it. But he had a problem with it in the same way that he had always taken cases more personally back home when they involved kids. It just seemed... wrong. And though he tried to let it go, since there was nothing he could do about it here, he couldn't help that pang of instant protectiveness.

"Good to meet you, Prim." He offered her another smile. After popping the cotton candy in his mouth, he gestured to the but of funnel cake she had tried. "What do you think? Pretty good, right?"

Prim had grown up so much in the last year. She'd become more or less a thirteen-year-old adult, having seen and done so much. But none of that meant she was ready to be on her own. She could survive, yes, but she wasn't happy.

Clearly this means she needs a cat and a couple of goats to help.

Prim nods at the questions, taking her time to chew through the rich funnel cake. "It's really good," she answers after she swallows. "Sugary. Really full and rich. If Peeta ever comes here, I'll have to show him. He might even want to try making it."

"Peeta a friend of yours from your home?" Derek asks, pretty sure that he knew the answer already. But still, he wants to know more about Prim, especially since she's here alone.

But since he thinks he knows that answer, he asks another question before tearing off another bite of the funnel cake to pop into his mouth. "Where you from?"

"I think so," she answers with a slight tilt of her head. "He's more my sister's friend, but I guess he's mine, too." She at least knew him pretty well.

Prim goes for the cotton candy since she's holding it. The question of where she's from brings an interesting dilemma, but she decides to go with the more broad answer. "I'm from Panem. It's... nothing like this."

"Never heard of Panem." And Derek thought he had heard of everywhere. But on the other hand, he had been here long enough to know that the doors didn't just go back to his own world. They went to places that were beyond him. He was one needle in a big ol' stack of needles as far as Itinere went.

Since she said it was nothing like here, he has to ask. "What's it like?"

Prim goes quiet for a minute. Panem is not a nice place and she's struggling to put words to how horrific it was without truly bringing to light those horrors. She wants to give him an idea of what it was like, not terrorize him like they were.

"It was awful," she responds finally. "You know how we have the choice of what to eat and where to live while we're here? We don't have that in Panem. We had to fight for our food, find it somehow, and we were lucky to have anything at all. The Districts were so separated and so tightly held back. Most people never left the place where they were born."

Unless they were reaped for the Games and at least not until recently. But even now, there's no guarantee of the outcome. Prim might have been on her way to the Capitol with the rest of the medics of 13, but that was no guarantee that any of them would survive, that things would change. She could hope, but for all she knew things would never change.

As Derek listened, his brow furrowed, eyes narrowing. He had met people here before from places that reminded him how much he took for granted in his home world and here. But it had been awhile. People deserved better. This girl, Prim, she deserved better. While Derek had wished to go back home more often than not, he had to assume that it was a good thing that she was here in Itinere.

"That doesn't sound like a place to live at all." He says thoughtfully.

He turns that darkness that had overtaken him around and wears a forced grin. "You must be really glad to be here then."

"Yeah, I am," she agrees quietly. "But there are other people who should get this chance, too. I miss my sister and my mother. Gale, our friend. Peeta. There are so many good people who should be here but aren't. They shouldn't be forced to live in Panem while I'm here."

If she could get back through her door and to Panem, she'd bring them all here. She's sorry for bringing such a sad note to the festival, but it's hard to talk about Panem and make it happy.

"Does your door open back up? Mine doesn't but I've seen some people come in here and have the ability to go back and forth through their door... just to check up on their people." Derek had been here awhile. Itinere wasn't new to him. But he couldn't imagine having people he loved in a place like what Prim is describing.

"Not that you can bring them in here without this place choosing them. But peace of mind about their well being could go a long way." He explains.

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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.

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."

"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.

"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.

"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.

"Ahhhh you got all that good food down there. I see. I see." Derek answers with a grin and a nod. He'd been down to New Orleans a few times. Mostly for work. A few times for play.

"I'm from the DC area. Born and raised in Chicago though." Chicago had its own claims to fame. Most notably, Oprah. But it wasn't quite the fun hot spot that New Orleans was. "And hey I grew up with two sisters who could put back some food. Don't get people who pick at salads." He's only partly joking. Because deep down at its core, the comment is true.

"How long have you been in Itinere?"

"That's basically the only thing I miss about it. All the food I can't recreate to save my life." She's good at eating food, but cooking food is a whole different story.

"Both good places, at least from what I hear of them. Did you like one better than the other?" Her travels to locate her family had taken her to a lot of cities, but not everywhere. "Neither do I. I'm not sure I'd trust anyone who thinks an acceptable lunch is half of a granola bar and nothing else." She returns with her own sort-of-joking-but-mostly-true comment.

"Six months. So, a while but not a long while." Long enough to determine that it's easier to be in than New Orleans. "And yourself?"

"I get that. There was this place on the corner near where I grew up. It was tiny. Looked like a shack from the outside. So bad that if you didn't know what was there, you wouldn't go in. But they made the best greasy burger and fries there." Derek says with a grin. "Anytime I'm in the neighborhood I've gotta stop there to get my fix. Can't find anywhere that compares and not for lack of tryin'."

Derek had to consider his answer to that question about which he liked best for a moment before he could bring himself to answer. "Chicago's got a lot of sentimental value in it. But not all my memories there are good ones. I like DC better. Even though it would make my mama happy for be to be home more often than I am."

Six months and he had never seen her? He knows he'd remember that face if he had seen her. "Uhh seven or eight. I'm starting to lose track. Can't believe we haven't met until now."

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?"

"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.

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