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carnymemesGuidelines
-Doubles are permitted on the TDM, but not on reserves.
-Bullying and godmodding are not allowed.
-Triggers should be mentioned at the beginning of a toplevel.
-Subject lines should read like this: Character Name | Canon | Carnival Job (Read the appropriate post in the navigation to find a job for your character! This does not have to be their job in the game.)
Hitching Your Ride
[ Only you can say what you were doing before it happens, but the story begins as you are suddenly jolted from your position into a whirl of air. You might have ridden rollercoasters or ridden fast horses, but you’ve never felt the wind whip past your face as quickly as this. It’s what you imagine being trapped in a tornado must feel like, only by some miraculous grace you aren’t being torn apart. Gritty dirt gets in your eyes, your nostrils, your mouth no matter how hard you try to shield your face. Tiny pebbles sting your skin as the force of the wind flings them toward you. It’s only when the shrieks of the howling wind begin to slow down that you realize the real danger.
They’re mere yards away from you, beasts that come up past your hip in height yet still walk on all four legs. They look to be hounds, or wolves, maybe, with dark, scraggly brown fur and eyes that shine red even in the dim light of the dust clouds. You can hear their snarls and growls over the howls of the wind, now. There must be a dozen of them in this pack, all of them hungry for what you can safely assume is flesh. Yours, maybe.
You hear a sharp whistle and you can just barely make out the source of the sound through the haze. It’s a man in raggedy denim overalls, waving you towards him. The closer you get to him, the clearer it will get – an impressive caravan of trailers, housecars, and trucks packed to the gills with materials. Some of the vehicles will be painted with advertisements leading you to realize that this man, the man who directed you to join them, is a part of a traveling carnival. They’re already on their way away from the storm, but there are some cars lingering behind, catching disoriented people like you who are stumbling out of the dust cloud. ]
“Put a move on it! You wanna be that thing’s dinner?”
Welcome To The New World Order
[ It’s a matter of a couple of hours before you reach the next town and outrun what you learn from a roustabout were a pack of hellhounds. ”Those things are out for our blood. I’ve seen them take a couple carnies and it ain’t pretty. No one knows why they want us, they just *do *.” He says to you, turning a wad of tobacco around in his mouth as he speaks.
When you get to the next campground, everyone is ready to work. Whether you choose to help set up or simply stay out of the way is up to you. Nobody will bother you just yet. You’re still green and you haven’t been charged with a real job. You can check out the tents, mill about and meet the others who have been brought here and actually talk to them. After all, if you ran into somebody in the last town, you didn’t exactly have time to talk to them.
Maybe this is when you get called into Mr. Fantastic’s trailer and have the deal laid out for you. You see, protection doesn’t come for free. Either you work for the carnival, live in one of the tents or trailers or housecars, and travel with them, or you get left in the dust as hellhound bait. It should be an easy choice, right? So, what’s your new job, carny? ]
Come One, Come Two, Come All
[ When the sun sets, the lights come on and the carnival comes alive. Music plays, the shows begin, the barker starts shouting promotions for shows, maybe even your show if you have one! It’s a magical environment, but those who have been here the longest always seem to be looking over their shoulder, waiting for something sinister to happen.
What is your role? How well do you play it out? When you go on break, what sights do you stop to see? After all, there’s plenty to explore around the carnival grounds. Plenty of tents to peep inside.
Mr. Fantastic adheres to a pretty strict rule. Carnivalgoers leave the grounds by midnight. After that time, it’s carnies and carnies alone on the carnival grounds. Are you too tired to mingle as people clean up and close up or is this when you come alive? It’s all up to you, but if you want to practice your act tomorrow or refine your recipe for candy apples in the morning you’d better get some sleep. ]
-Doubles are permitted on the TDM, but not on reserves.
-Bullying and godmodding are not allowed.
-Triggers should be mentioned at the beginning of a toplevel.
-Subject lines should read like this: Character Name | Canon | Carnival Job (Read the appropriate post in the navigation to find a job for your character! This does not have to be their job in the game.)
Hitching Your Ride
[ Only you can say what you were doing before it happens, but the story begins as you are suddenly jolted from your position into a whirl of air. You might have ridden rollercoasters or ridden fast horses, but you’ve never felt the wind whip past your face as quickly as this. It’s what you imagine being trapped in a tornado must feel like, only by some miraculous grace you aren’t being torn apart. Gritty dirt gets in your eyes, your nostrils, your mouth no matter how hard you try to shield your face. Tiny pebbles sting your skin as the force of the wind flings them toward you. It’s only when the shrieks of the howling wind begin to slow down that you realize the real danger.
They’re mere yards away from you, beasts that come up past your hip in height yet still walk on all four legs. They look to be hounds, or wolves, maybe, with dark, scraggly brown fur and eyes that shine red even in the dim light of the dust clouds. You can hear their snarls and growls over the howls of the wind, now. There must be a dozen of them in this pack, all of them hungry for what you can safely assume is flesh. Yours, maybe.
You hear a sharp whistle and you can just barely make out the source of the sound through the haze. It’s a man in raggedy denim overalls, waving you towards him. The closer you get to him, the clearer it will get – an impressive caravan of trailers, housecars, and trucks packed to the gills with materials. Some of the vehicles will be painted with advertisements leading you to realize that this man, the man who directed you to join them, is a part of a traveling carnival. They’re already on their way away from the storm, but there are some cars lingering behind, catching disoriented people like you who are stumbling out of the dust cloud. ]
“Put a move on it! You wanna be that thing’s dinner?”
Welcome To The New World Order
[ It’s a matter of a couple of hours before you reach the next town and outrun what you learn from a roustabout were a pack of hellhounds. ”Those things are out for our blood. I’ve seen them take a couple carnies and it ain’t pretty. No one knows why they want us, they just *do *.” He says to you, turning a wad of tobacco around in his mouth as he speaks.
When you get to the next campground, everyone is ready to work. Whether you choose to help set up or simply stay out of the way is up to you. Nobody will bother you just yet. You’re still green and you haven’t been charged with a real job. You can check out the tents, mill about and meet the others who have been brought here and actually talk to them. After all, if you ran into somebody in the last town, you didn’t exactly have time to talk to them.
Maybe this is when you get called into Mr. Fantastic’s trailer and have the deal laid out for you. You see, protection doesn’t come for free. Either you work for the carnival, live in one of the tents or trailers or housecars, and travel with them, or you get left in the dust as hellhound bait. It should be an easy choice, right? So, what’s your new job, carny? ]
Come One, Come Two, Come All
[ When the sun sets, the lights come on and the carnival comes alive. Music plays, the shows begin, the barker starts shouting promotions for shows, maybe even your show if you have one! It’s a magical environment, but those who have been here the longest always seem to be looking over their shoulder, waiting for something sinister to happen.
What is your role? How well do you play it out? When you go on break, what sights do you stop to see? After all, there’s plenty to explore around the carnival grounds. Plenty of tents to peep inside.
Mr. Fantastic adheres to a pretty strict rule. Carnivalgoers leave the grounds by midnight. After that time, it’s carnies and carnies alone on the carnival grounds. Are you too tired to mingle as people clean up and close up or is this when you come alive? It’s all up to you, but if you want to practice your act tomorrow or refine your recipe for candy apples in the morning you’d better get some sleep. ]
NWO
Date: 2019-09-15 08:06 pm (UTC)They told me I was the magician yesterday and I did the show as the magician last night? So I suppose I'm who you're looking for?
[His tone was friendly, but he was speaking from very definitely too far away for her to reach him if for whatever reason she wanted to take a swing at him.]
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Date: 2019-09-19 04:16 am (UTC)[ Margo asks the question somewhat incredulously. Of course there’s nothing wrong with Hardison being a magician. That isn’t what she means. There’s something wrong with her not being the magician. She clenches her jaw and her mouth curves into a reluctant smile. ]
I’m your assistant. I guess we’ll be working together.
[ This is going to be interesting, she decides, not impossible. She can transition from being the head of operations to being a mere assistant. More difficult things have been done before. ]
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Date: 2019-09-19 06:16 pm (UTC)No you aren't. [He paused a beat and then grinned.] You're my partner. 'Assistant' is to sucker the smarks who watch the magician's hands closely to work out how the trick's done and don't realise no one's watching your hands unless you want them to.
[He smiled and held out his hand, hoping he'd not misread her.] Alec Hardison.
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Date: 2019-09-20 03:19 am (UTC)Nice to meet you, Alec. I’m Margo Hanson.
[ He said that he’d already performed once. That was good. Having a partner with some experience under their belt never hurt. How hard could it be to learn a routine when all Margo was doing was basically following his lead? Besides, she was the quickest study she knew when it came to actual magic. The stage stuff had to have been a piece of cake. ]
How did you fair without me?
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Date: 2019-09-20 04:57 pm (UTC)You mean how did I fare my first ever time doing stage magic, with tricks I was still working out when the punters arrived?
[His eyes danced as he started recounting the events.]
The bunny crapped in the hat, I ran out of eggs to pull out of kids ears', I only realised part way through that I was using a marked deck when finding the punter's cards, although I don't think anyone noticed, and I found that the fortune teller's tent I'd been put in was far too small for most of the more flamboyant tricks. Which I can't do on my own anyway.
[He grinned, eyes bright.]
Other than that it was fun! And should we go somewhere, get a drink, and you can tell me about yourself and what I should know about you and how you perform?