itinere | Mingle Event

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!

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

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.

Mingle Event

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject