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applesaucedream2016-06-04 03:14 pm
applesaucemod) wrote in applesaucedream2016-06-04 03:14 pm
Step Right Up! [Open]
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 ofrigged 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.]
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
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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"Sure. Where to?" He follows Len, looking around him as he goes. There are definitely plenty of distractions to choose from. There's the ferris wheel, some ride with carts speeding around a circle of rail that looks like fun, but he doesn't really like the idea of being trapped on a ride at the moment.
In front of them lies some sort of vendor tent. Much more alluring to him are the junk food stands- fried fiery jalapeno poppers, deep fried twinkies and mars bars, giant pickles floating around in giant jars. Fried pickles. This is amazing food.
As they walk by, he lifts a little paper carton filled with fried food from a picnic table. He's not sure what it is, but it's free and fried, which is good enough for him. He takes a bite and discovers a melted chocolatey center. Fantastic.
"Mmm!" He grunts, deep and satisfied. "Try this." He offers the little paper carton towards Len with one hand, the other lifted to his mouth to suck some stray chocolate off of his thumb.
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The man hands him his request and he smiles politely before turning away.
"Um-" the vendor blurts, startled.
"Put it on my tab," says Len, strolling ahead. "So, we've got our fuel, now all we need is some shit to stir."