for reassurances

the not so fun house

who: eris and open
where: the funhouse in the mirror maze
when: late afternoon

Eris had finished moving her things from the one house to the vicarage. That hadn't taken her that long, and she'd just gone and put everything inside the front hall, and then went to check out the funhouse. She'd considered messaging a certain someone to say, but...nope. Not with how things were left that morning. It wasn't his problem. He'd probably not know what to do with the information anyhow. She sure as hell didn't know what she would want him to do with it. So...best to just let it go. Not bother with it in the first place.

She'd gotten inside, and most of it had been straight forward. A floor that tilted around crazily. Lights in the walls, disturbing imagery. Nothing too crazy, mostly just things that made her wonder if those bones hanging from the ceiling were real or not. And then she'd gotten to the mirror maze. And that, ladies and gentlemen, fucked her over something fierce. She couldn't help it, she realized she was lost straight away, and while she tried to get through, tried to find her way out, she just...couldn't manage it. all the reflections confused her, she couldn't process it correctly. She even tried to break a mirror, but they were resistant, of course. The lighting kept switching too, blue lights, pink lights, red lights, they moved around, and made it worse, and she eventually slid down a mirror and curled up, hugging her knees to her chest as she tried not to burst into frustrated, bitter tears. This shouldn't floor her so bad. It shouldn't completely handicap her. And yet it did.

A wagon full of issues

Who: Eris and Everett
Where: Church Road
When: afternoonish

by the pricking of my thumbs...


Who: Camber and whoever else wants to join in
Where: Heading towards the Park from Elm
When: Mid-afternoon

Camber wasn't sure if this carnival stuff was sort of fun in a nostalgic, spontaneous way, or really fucking creepy in a Something Wicked This Way fucking Comes way, but it wasn't like she had much choice in the matter. And after living in a house with people for weeks, and then getting stuck in isolation, and now being thrown back by herself...the invitation to come check out the festivities with Glitch, Ronnie and friends wasn't unwelcome.

That didn't mean she wasn't taking a knife with her to said festivities, but hey, she wasn't stupid.

As she walked parallel to Main Street, she could hear the tinkling of carnival music; as she hit Elm, there were signs of food booths and those rigged carnival games, all lighting up as she got near to them. Weird, although she wondered to herself if the noticable lack of carnys meant she could just take the food and giant stuffed animals. Glitch's threat might not have been worth much at all: there wasn't exactly anyone to stop them from just chowing down on funnel cake.

Really good smelling funnel cake.

After having habitually eaten a very rationed, cautious meal three days ago, being denied food entirely two days ago, and yesterday being too stressed and threatened-feeling to even recognize herself as hungry at all, Camber could tell she was verging on the edge of a junk food binge today, what with sugar and starch being waved in her face. She didn't like it: snacking was a waste of calories, calories that should be saved for the next time they went without food. It wasn't a logical decision.

But, hey. It was right here. Their houses were stocked. The stores were even stocked. Tentatively, she took a funnel cake, expecting to be punished for not paying.

Nope. Nothing. The lights just turned off as she stepped away. She took a small bite, continuing on down towards the park where she'd said she was going to meet Glitch.

things always get worse

who: eris and brett
where: brett's place
when: morning

Pretendy funtimes in carnival land!

Who: Jack and Esme
Where: middle of town
When: morning

Jack had never trusted carnivals. He’d gone to one as a kid with his father, before everything went to shit. It had freaked him out then and it freaked him out now, as he wandered amongst the rides, starting in surprise whenever one of them went off when he got too close. He’d thought that maybe people might have been there. He’d been –hoping- that people might’ve been there. Someone that he could get to take him home.

PM to Glitch

Glitch! I have a radio station and require delicious ear/brain candy from you in order for me to spread the mighty Sound of Glitch. Also: carnival. Neat.



Date: Monday, October 14th 2008

Weather: Today it feels warmer than usual. There's still a ton of snow on the ground, but the day is bright, clear, there isn't much of a wind, and the temperatures rise high enough that the snow gets nice and sticky--good snowball or snowman material.

Events: In the middle of town, at the park, and in the cemetery are signs of a carnival. The merry go round in the park has been replaced with a carousel. There are booths all around the center of town that have all the fixings of carnival food, and booths are located around rides as well. The rides run themselves, slowing and stopping if people ride, and waiting until people are clear before starting up again. Everything is automated, including music that will trigger when people start walking closer. Everything is fully operational, just waiting for people to join in. All rides are low level traveling carnival rides, nothing terribly exciting, but they work! Main rides are the carousel in the park, the funhouse in the cemetery and the bumper cars in the center of town.

There's tons of food made up and ready to go--the only thing is it has all been dosed with hallucinogens. This is not readily detectable, and it's subtle enough that it will not be detected immediately. Flip a coin to judge whether the trip is positive or negative.

If you have any events or anything going on which you think warrants a mention in the time update, please let us know!


held for a talk


holder for Will and Cheyenne funtimes.