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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[trapdoorspider]

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.

[clairedanvers]

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.

[trapdoorspider]

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.