Step Right Up! [Open]

[applesaucemod]

It might be winter in the waking world, but tonight, the dreamers will find themselves wrapped in the warmth of a blazing August afternoon. Here, it is summer - and what's more, the Carnival has come to town!

Whatever the dreamer's tastes, there should be something to amuse them. There are rides that tend towards the rickety, wooden end of the spectrum, a petting zoo occupied - for the most part - by tolerant farm animals, food stalls selling every kind of carnival faire you'd imagine, and an arcade full of rigged games. Inquisitive dreamers might find that some of the wares tend towards the esoteric, and some of the stalls might seem a little out of place, but it's all the sort of thing that might show up in a carnival somewhere. Look, no one's perfect.

Overall, though, it's a modest set-up. The once brightly colored canvas has been faded by the sun, and the paint is peeling in a few places. But the gentle wear lends everything an air of comfort (as opposed to an air of a lawsuit waiting to happen). Whether you're riding the ferris wheel, petting a goat, or trying to win a stuffed animal the size of a small child, the only harm the dreamers can expect is the kind they might dole out themselves.



[OOC: oh, you all know the drill by now.]

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[cheeseburger_backpack]

Steven's eyes widen. "That sounds amazing," he says in a reverent whisper. He takes Gabriel's hand, climbs over the top of the fence, and hops down onto the ground, raising a puff of dust. "Do they do that with other kinds of candy, too?" The possibilities are endless.

[has_a_horn]

"Y'know, they do. Deep fried Mars bar is a classic. Anything else that's gooey and chocolaty is a good bet. Ice cream sandwiches. Oreos." He smiles down at Steven, then walks them both over to look over the short menu at the stand. There's the deep fried Twinkies but also deep fried Snickers bits. He orders two of both. "I'm a big fan of anything that's already unhealthy made more unhealthy."

The cook sets the little paper containers on the counter and adds some whip cream to the top of each dessert before pushing them forward. "There's syrup on the table," she says, and nods toward two little plastic tables.

"Thank you." Gabriel gathers up their treats and brings them over to the table. He nudges the squeeze bottle of chocolate syrup towards Steven and picks up the strawberry for himself. "Hope you like it."