LATE SUMMER FAIR (NSFW DESSERTS)

[spoofer]

Characters: Ensemble cast, any/all characters of Xistentia!
Summary: The slow transition from summer leads to a fair, complete with whacky treats and activities from other holidays and festivals from around the Multiverse.
Date(s): August 26-September 2
Warnings/Notes: None, please mark your subject headers with content.

Late Summer Fair

I play my part and you play your game

Welcome to Xistentia's first fair, F.A.T.E.S.' excuse to mingle. The setup appears overnight on the edge of town, a nonsensical mash of themes and places from the multiverse. Haunted house and circus tent, facepainting, ferris wheel and carousel, game stands that seem to self-operate, dozens of empty shopfronts, self-regenerating popcorn stands. Pretty soon, however, the people start to come, bringing their own goods and wares. The population of Xistentia is 333, which is more than enough people to fill a fair.

As far as fair food goes, there are penis-shaped waffles^[NSFW] in various flavors, two-sticked popsicles for sharing with a partner, turkey legs, fried dough, cookies as big as your head, fried fish, fried lizards, glutinous fruits, and lembas.

And let's not forget, there is an abundance of alcohol everywhere. Beer, wine, you name it.

But of course, let's not forget the games. Many of them are low-key and prizes vary from the ability to change your daemon's color to any other natural hue, to free food, horrible writing pens, and stuffed animals. Games vary from whack-a-mole to bobbing for apples. Everything is free to eat, drink, and play, barring some excuses for barter with some of your friendly neighborhood natives.

Some games, however, are less casual if not necessarily more costly. The contests of finesse and strength come with special prizes from F.A.T.E.S. and...

THE WINNERS ARE

Note that the "prizes" do not stack. Runner-up winners will not get multiple of the same type of prize, and those who experience a critical failure won't suffer particularly severe consequences. If your character receives a dream or a "unique item," you will receive a reply to your comment on the mod announcement with more information.

Contests of Finesse

DARTS
First Place	Vanyel Greyjoy	The ability to "say just the right thing" once this week
Still Good	Era, Alec, Nico, Vex, Rosie, Aymeric, Jace, Amanda, Zeke, Kavinsky, Janus	Emotional intuition boost
Yikes	Magnus, Barclay	Daemons totally lose filter and start saying the most awkward shit
RING TOSS
First Place	Jace Wayland and Magnus Lightwood-Bane	The ability to "say just the right thing" once this week
Still Good	Era, Alec, Nico, Vex, Rosie, Vanyel, Rafaello, Amanda, Zeke, Barclay, and Janus	Emotional intuition boost
Yikes	Aymeric and Kavinsky	Daemons totally lose filter and start saying the most awkward shit
ARCHERY
First Place	Alec Lightwood-Bane	The ability to "say just the right thing" once this week
Still Good	Nico, Vex, Aymeric, Zeke, Magnus, Kavinsky, and Janus	Unique items
Yikes	Rosie and Barclay	Uncooperative powers (very minor, non-dangerous incidents) and accurate memory of silly dreams
SPARRING
First Place	Kavinsky	The ability to "say just the right thing" once this week
Still Good	Era, Nico, Vex, Rosie, Aymeric, Rafaello, Zeke, Barclay and Janus	Emotional intuition boost
Yikes	Alec, Vanyel, Jace, and Magnus	Daemons totally lose filter and start saying the most awkward shit

Contests of Strength

ARM WRESTLING
First Place	Ezekiel	Precognitive dream later that night
Still Good	Era, Alec, Nico, Rosie, Aymeric, Vanyel, Rafaello, Magnus, Kavinsky and Janus	Unique items
Yikes	Vex and Jace	Uncooperative powers (very minor, non-dangerous incidents) and accurate memory of silly dreams
HIGH STRIKE
First Place	Era	Precognitive dream later that night
Still Good	Alec, Nico, Vex, Jace, Zeke, Magnus, Kavinsky and Janus	Unique items
Yikes	Rosie and Aymeric	Uncooperative powers (very minor, non-dangerous incidents) and accurate memory of silly dreams

See also detailed dice roll information for: darts, ring toss, arm wrestling, high strike, and archery.

Kissing Booth

And what would a fair be, without a kissing booth?

Just like the rest of the fair, the odd thing is that there is of course no payment required.

Instead, a large and lovely lantern hangs behind the booth. It seems to glow a little brighter every time a kiss is transacted. It's hard to know exactly what this means, but considering that emotional intimacy lights the streets of the city, one might guess that F.A.T.E.S. is saving up this particular energy for something special.

But until then, it's a good excuse to make out.

Comments

Era Ra ☘ OTA

[astralera]

☘ FAIR FOOD

It isn't a widely-known fact that Era is somewhat of a glutton, but for someone so tiny she certainly manages it. When a tart or a boiled egg before a fight can mean the difference between life or death, one tends to develop an even greater appreciation for food no matter how strange it may seem.

Many of the fair foods aren't altogether unfamiliar to her - she loves cookies, and the ones she finds here look the same as the ones back home. Except they are bigger than her face and it is wonderful. Two are quickly placed into her inventory (a tiny bag that has no right being able to hold even a portion of those cookies let alone two) while the other Era picks apart and eats as she moves to the next food stall.

It is her personal goal to try at least one of everything by the end of the night (except beverages), and stow away extras of the best ones while she does so.

☘ GAMES

Perhaps she shouldn't have eaten quite so much before participating in these games, but they are just that - games - and so she doesn't care if she performs at her best or not. A stomach full of delicious food is more than worth the possibility of a slower reaction time when her life is not on the line.

Though her luck tonight does seem to be quite horrible irregardless of her appetite; the odd strangely balanced dart, the rings she tosses suddenly going off course, or her bowstring coming loose after a good start. It makes things more challenging which is always welcome fun to her, but in the heat of the moment had been rather frustrating. Era does a good job of making up the differences her bad luck caused though, which she'll count as a personal victory.

Era is not one to talk much and so offers polite smiles and nods at all of her fellow competitors, and quiet congratulations to the other victors. It was likely as much of a surprise to the other participants as it was to her that she won the High Strike challenge. There were others who had a great deal more physical strength than her (as she experience during the arm wrestling and sparring) after all, and she was the smallest of them by far in stature.

It was enjoyable overall, and she liked seeing the other competitors' skills. The one who claimed victory in archery was quite good. Aymeric also did very well... Maybe she'll ask him to train with her the next time she works on her archery? She has been so focused on magic that she has let her physical skills suffer over the past few moons.

In any case, there is much more to do at the fair before the night is done.

☘ RIDES/WILDCARD

[ gotta try all the rides. need for speed. and carousels. and those spinny death trap things. and ferris wheels. and haunted houses. and a circus?! let's go. idk what to prose for this section starter so this is all you get. ]

{{froakie / Era Ra#4916}}

Fair Food

[cantseame]

Ah, yes. Someone who could match his culinary curiosity when it came to trying new things. It might do to try a little bit of everything, right? He can't help but give a little taste to everything, and perhaps stashing something away for later. Though it's in this general rummaging and hullabaloo that he sees Era. It takes him a moment to register, but then he remembers.

Chocobo Lady! Maybe he should offer a little friendly advice. After all, he's been too cooped up in his magic and research to get out, something he desperately wants to change.

"Be sure to pace yourself! There's so much to try, and we have all night after all!" He calls out to her with a warm mirthful tone in his voice.

locked to Aymeric

[astralera]

Perhaps she should have forgone eating thirds of everything she could find, if only to avoid the way her stomach feels at the moment, but she has never had this problem before and hadn't expected it start tonight. Era can't recall ever truly feeling sick though imagines that this can't be too far from it. Regardless, she can't quite find it in herself to regret any of it - the food was delicious and fun, and surprisingly enough lead to her gaining some... knowledge. The games were enjoyable despite her horrid luck, and seeing Aymeric's skill with a bow in a friendly competition rather than a strained situation was more delightful than Era would like to admit.

Speaking of Aymeric, she had split away from him rather early on in the evening to explore and had not seen much of him outside of the competitions despite his height. With the night coming to a close Era wants his company, for if there is any one person she would trust with her safety while she is not in top form, it is be her dear Lord Commander.

fair food;

[memoryguardian]

"Do tell me you're planning on brushing your teeth as thoroughly as possible tonight," comes a likely unfamiliar voice. When Era looks to the source of it, she'll find one very colorful avian lady giving quite the look of disapproval. Toothiana has been trying (and failing) to keep her displeasure at the sugary treats quiet. But she just can't stand idly by anymore as she watches this woman eat tooth-rotting dessert after another.

kaz brekker

[ex_stony881]

a. arrival.
Kaz had been under the impression that there was some level of urgency — he had just been snatched from the jaws of catastrophe, after all, and is sharp with the need to get on with saving the world. Or, certain people from one certain world. The specifics are still a little lost on him, 'restore points' and 'data systems' all foreign concepts, but he doesn't understand how anybody can be making the time to play.

The tip of his cane digs into the dirt, pressed with the weight of both gloved hands as he surveys the fair with barely concealed scorn rippling beneath the pale mask of his face, radiating from his amber eyes. He ignores the gem-bright crow that perches on his shoulder, though it's been useful enough so far that he continues to allow its presence. Overall he cuts a fine figure — a far cry from the sodden, shivering wreck who had crawled up the warm golden sand stricken by grief the same way a much younger Kaz had once clawed his way from Ketterdam harbour. Despite the chaos of apocalypse and the absolute ludicrous dragon ride culminating in an impromptu dip, he refuses to let himself seem anything other than in control.

(That doing so meant avoiding contact with anyone but his daemon while his clothes dried upon the rocks — well, nobody has to know.)

The point is, he's angry, at first. Angry to see the scarce population occupying itself with a common fairground when there is so much else at stake.


b. kissing booth.
It's not much. It's just a moment, really. Kaz is on his way to some other part of the fair, but he passes by the lamplit booth, and catches the sly smile as someone leans across for a lascivious kiss. The giver's bare hand in the other's hair. The way the so-called client melts for it.

Kaz goes still, staring longer than is polite, but barely seeing the kiss, his gaze distant. He's frozen, thoughts stuttering, hands a claw on the silver crow's head of his cane. And then he tears his gaze away, tries to pull himself together.

Maybe he needs a drink.


c. games.
Games of chance and skill have never given Kaz the same thrill they did, say, Jesper. He didn't lose himself in them. But it's still a pleasant distraction, to study the game, see how it works, the best way to win. Some are very nearly unwinnable, unless he wants to endeavor a greater scheme involving a heavier duplicate of a ball that would better knock down the — but no, no, that's unnecessary. Especially when he can earn the same terrible prizes by memorizing the whackamole pattern, smacking the strength test pad in exactly the right spot to register a greater weight, or just some casual sleight of hand to take his pick of the prizes.

Kaz prefers to be the grifter rather than the grifted.

Of course, the resulting accouterments mean nothing to him. Remembering what his daemon said about the importance of forming bonds with others, he simply approaches the nearest person with an armful of stuffed toys and squiggly straws and toffee apples. "Want any of these?"


d. choose your own adventure.

( since two thirds of these are just 'kaz has an emotion' i'm open to assuming he's somewhere he needs to be to start a thread. also, action brackets are fine. )

c;

[hasitsthorns]

"Hm?" is all she hums in response at first. She'd been sufficiently distracted by watching other people play at the fair games. Not necessarily anything analytical, but more appreciative of the competitive spirit. Then she actually looks over at Kaz and immediately thinks it was silly to be so caught up in that when there's instead an awfully cute boy offering her things from an armful of fair winnings.

All her attention shifts in an instant to him and she smiles bright as possible. Boys (handsome brunettes, especially) always immediately shoot to the top of her priority list. Even when maybe they shouldn't. A crown of flowers adorn her head, colorful streamers dangling off it intertwining with the golden threads of her hair. The very picture of a campy, carefree fair goer and she wears it rather well. "Are you honestly telling me you don't want this cutie?" From the stuffed toys, she plucks out what can only be assumed to be a giraffe. Good try, F.A.T.E.S., but not quite. Still, it does have a certain charm to it the longer she looks at it.

"I guess you could always win another one. Seems like you're doing pretty well."

d.

[miss_brilliant]

Amanda is, admittedly, far giddier than she often is today. Sure, she didn't do spectacuarly in the games, but she was average at least and while that sort of result in the academic realm would have probably made her cry at some other point in her life--maybe even now--in any arena that involves her body, even if it's just her hands? That, along with the couple drinks she's had, has her nearly skipping around the fair now. In contrast to her and her even more-spritely Eevee, her gray parrot of a daemon is perched still on her shoulder, but even when it's not giving her some sort of information outloud she can feel it buzzing in the part of her brain that had come alive after the prison world, and that's also really nice.

In a word, she's happy. And when she's come down, she'll feel awful about that because she'll remember Nick and the rest of the Destiny's crew and everyone back on Earth, but for now she's letting herself be proud of doing well at a few games and enjoying one of the few things that reminds of her childhood before and doesn't make her sad.

Which is why she's so momentarily distracted in getting a candied apple that she doesn't notice Hedy darting away immediately, and when she turns she sees that while the Eevee isn't running, she is walking curiously up to a man with a cane. Amanda starts walking over as quickly as her slightly tipsy feet will allow--Heddy doesn't usually trip her up anymore, but they know each other.

"Hedy!--Hey, sorry," she grins sheepishy as the pokemon seems to almost huff at being stopped from going to greet a new friend as her owner catches up to her.

b.

[salveo]

"You alright there, buddy?" Zeke asked at what he presumed to be one of his friends, but he'd been wrong before so he didn't want to say a name. He stood beside him and gazed down, eyes undisguised and gold as opposed to the brown color he used around humans.

The thing that made him believe this might not be Nen was the cane- not to say that it couldn't be one of his friend's new relics, but that combined with the way he had stared at the kiss made him wonder. Better safe than sorry again, he supposed.

"You look like you've seen a ghost."

nico di angelo ▪ open

[deathkid]

𝗳𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝗳𝗼𝗼𝗱 ➨

[ having come to the fair with his boyfriend will, nico breaks off from him at some point to explore the food. there's a plethora of it and nico's never really been to a fair. he's got enough money to try a few different things and eventually gets to the penis waffle stand where he inspects the food with mild indifference. okay, so they're penis shaped. this is up there with percy's love of blue food ( the thought of percy pangs his heart, but he quickly shoves the feelings aside because he has will and will is all he needs ), and nico isn't sure what the draw is. perversion, he suspects, and is sure someone like vex would enjoy something like this.

figuring he'll give it a try, he forks over the money for one and looks it over. he feels a bit dirty, eating something like this, but it probably tastes good, regardless of how it looks. like the farturas of portugal. eventually, he takes a deep breath and then glancing around to see if anyone is watching, nibbles at the tip. it's surprisingly not bad and soon enough, he's chomping the rest down, unconscious of how it looks. ]

𝗳𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝗴𝗮𝗺𝗲𝘀 ➨

[ now this is what nico thinks he'll excel at. seventy years in the arcade of the lotus hotel has prepped him for it. and to his surprise, he does marginally well. join him at the ring toss or the dart throws and he'll challenge you to a game. ]

This is actually pretty fun!

𝗸𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝗼𝗼𝘁𝗵 ➨

[ when it comes to the appointed time, nico heads over to the kissing booth. he's not entirely sure why he signed up for it, but given the nature of his stay in eudio, he's not entirely uncomfortable. in fact, he's sure will and a few others he's kissed before will show up and he's looking forward to that. for the time being, he waits at the booth, elbows on the counter with his chin in his palms. maybe this'll actually be fun.

come give him a smooch? ]

𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗲𝗹𝘀𝗲 ➨

[ want something else? hit me up at alkahestic ]

[healingdork]

[Will doesn't want to be greedy so he lets Nico work the kissing booth for a while or so before he comes sauntering up with a grin on his face like he's up to no good. He leans against the counter, propping his chin up with an arm and quirking an eyebrow playfully at his boyfriend.] So what kind of note did your doctor write you for this? Is kissing supposed to be therapeutic somehow?

Kissing

[bratpack]

[ Wyatt loves fairs. Honestly, Wyatt loves anything like this, anything fun and loud and filled with people. It speaks to him on a deeper level. Or perhaps he doesn't have a deeper level, and just enjoys seeing so many happy people around him.

The kissing booth is it's own kind of fun, and he's pretty sure he's going to take advantage of that later. He wouldn't mind offering up makeouts for the sake of the greater good. That sounds like a sweet deal. But then he sees that the person manning it is Nico, and his eyes light with a more genuine interest. He saunters over, his wolf daemon Hunterd following behind him. Several cuddly prizes have been affixed to Hunterd, pack mule style. Wyatt plucks one off - a weird little alien that looks like it tried to be a dog, but got crossed with some kind of stag. Whatever. He sets it on the booth and leans over, all warm smiles and bright eyes. ]

Hey, Ghost King. Trade you an alien pup for a one-minute kiss?

fair games.

[upside]

( shepard is also pretty good at games -- but nico's pretty cute when he's smiling, and as an onlooker to his game among a crowd of people, shepard finds herself steadily entertained. on the next game, she steps forward, grabbing the next set of darts. )

How about a game? You seem like a worthy competitor.

( she waggles her eyebrows, joking. )

Mandy Slade | OTA

[smileslie]

a. food
[Mandy had been a bit hesitant about this whole buisness at first; 'appearing nitely' at dingy bars was so far removed from the world she used to live in that it was, if not comfortable, safe. But the thought of bright lights and carnival glass had given her pause, remembering grand hotel ballrooms and shows that hadn't taken place on the stage.

But in the end, it had actually been more the thought of getting Arthur out that had made her give in to the whole buisness. Just because all the glitter had left her raw didn't mean it had to do the same for him, not yet. Giving him the chance to help her dress up and goading him to go have fun himself, knowing what might be ahead of him, had given her the confidence to at least put on the old mask and not only peruse the stalls but even go in for working one herself. Later.

Right now she'd split off from Arthur, shooing him off to go have fun, and was standing at one of the booths, laughing with true, unreserved delight at the 'waffles'] Oh, jesus. That is fantastic [she beams, taking one of the postiively pornographic treats, and biting into it with deliberate care, looking up when she feels someone looking at her and smiling devilishly at them. That smile might even come easier than it had when she'd been doing it for the whole world]


b. kissing booth
[It's been a depressingly long time since Mandy had put herself out there in anything like this fashion. There were been plenty of boys and the occasional girl in the last ten years, but it wasn't like this. She didn't put on a show; after Brian, she couldn't be bothered. They took what there was or nothing at all. Nothing had been the answer more times than she would ever admit.

But for whatever reason, the idea of dressing up today and selling herself in some sense had sounded...fun, actually. The way getting the boys fabulous for a show used to. It had even had that same slapdash feel to it, pulling a costume together from what amounted to thrift store finds. She wasn't feeling nostalgic, really she wasn't. But anyone besides Arthur who had seen in her in the last few weeks might be squinting to recognize her now, with her cherry red lips and a sparkling blue halter top, and some actually nice jewelry she'd borrowed from Arthur. She'd even pulled her hair away from her face so people could see her eyes, which were actually smiling right along with her mouth as she leaned out towards whoever was passing by. It still felt a bit foreign to really be looking like this, but it was coming back a litte at a time.]

"Well, hello there darling."

[The slight hint of an obviously fake British accent still wove in and out of her voice when she spoke, but right now it actually sounded playful instead of tired, so at least it was a fun kind of pretend]

c. wildcard
[want something else? hit me up at keenquing]

b!

[hasitsthorns]

[ It isn't her turn to man the kissing booth, but it will be soon enough. So she's scoping it out, seeing what she has to work with. Of course there's going to be someone there. She figures just some random fair goer she doesn't know that will likely be too shy to call her over. Most people did these sort of booths to catch the attention of certain someone.

Rose, however, (and maybe Mandy too?) was of the belief you could catch more flies with honey than vinegar. And she was quickly becoming known for just how far she was trying to extend her web. Perhaps not the best reputation to have, but- ]

Well, hello, [ she's quick to greet back, smile immediately on. Not someone she knows, but definitely cuter than she anticipated. She doesn't mind the faux accent either. It's kind of cute almost. ] Doing your good deed for the city and collecting some energy?

[astralera]

For all that Era is a seasoned adventurer intimately familiar with death, violence, and war, she isn't all that familiar with, well... Intimacy. Beyond knowledge of the basics she doesn't know much at all. There is kissing and hugging and sexual intercourse. There are prostitutes and brothels and... forced intimacy. But things like fellatio or cunnilingus are nothing she's had reason to consider or learn about - there's always been too much else to focus on in life.

In short: she's rather naive, and just doesn't understand that penis waffles are somewhat obscene rather than just a hilarious joke. Which means that any strange looks Era has gotten while eating her own phallic food have been blamed on her unique, non-human appearance, right up until she sees Mandy being stared at in a similar way while taking a bit of her food.

Huh.

Unsure if she should interrupt or not, Era debates with herself for a moment until finally she decides to greet her acquaintance. She sends the random, rude man a judgmental look before addressing Mandy quietly.

"Hello, Miss Mandy."

B!

[tangleofgarlands]

[By some miracle, the more Arthur talks to Mandy, the easier it gets to see her as just another person. By the time the fair rolls around, he's relaxed enough around her to smile back when she calls to him, and even walk over--though part of him is still screaming at him for daring--and kiss her cheek.]

Hi. You can keep the earrings, if you like--they suit you.

[He hasn't quite gotten a handle on the giddy smile that tends to break out with any hint of positive attention, but at least she seems to understand that much; sometimes, he thinks neither of them got enough of it growing up, and maybe that's why they're instinctively reaching for each other.

But today is about fun, so he tries not to think about it too much. She deserves it, more than just about anyone he can think of.]

How's it been so far? Kiss anyone worth noting?

hanako 'rosalina' nurumi 🌹 ota

[hasitsthorns]

general affairs;

[ Before the competitions, Rose is zipping just about everywhere and trying everything the fair has to offer. She's hard to miss, flower crown adorning her head and loud laughter containing an adorable lilt. For all the shame she doesn't have, the woman still has enough of a shred to not partake in the penis waffles. At least not without a bit more alcohol in her. Ask her again after a few more red solo cups of wine and she'll probably be more inclined.

Find her stuffing her face, crushing it at some of the low-key games available, or maybe she'll approach someone with a (friendly) bat of her eyelashes, ] Feel like winning my boys some toys? They've torn up all the others.

[ If someone can say no to her expectant face, she dares them to try saying no to eight pair of puppy dog eyes staring up at them. ]

kissing booth;

[ Guess what bodacious blond bombshell is currently manning the kissing booth? This one, that's who. No one at all is surprised, she's sure. But she's all smiles and warmth to anyone who might approach. She's leaned over the edge of the booth's counter, giving a wonderful view of her cleavage (she knows, she wore this low-cut shirt for that exact reason) and if she had her tail out it'd definitely be wagging. ]

Kisses for a better cause? [ she asks. ] I'm glad to be able to put my skills to good use. [ Yes, 'skills.' Someone's feeling confident today. ]

wildcard;

(( ooc; hit me up at puddingandpie for plotting or just roll with whatever other idea you might have! ))

closed to vanyel;

[hasitsthorns]

Vannnnnyyeeeellll, [ comes a tipsy whine from his girlfriend. Who is currently sitting in his lap, no less. Speaking of wine, she definitely needs more. Because, because- ]

I can't believe I lost everything! I can't believe Kavinsky beat me at sparring! Can you believe that? I'm stronger than a fledgling, I know I am. It was rigged! Somehow, it was. [ A positively childish pout. ] These fair games always are.

I hate it. [ If he didn't know Rose was the sorest of losers before, he's definitely learning so now. The blond sulks for a brief moment longer before turning big brown doe eyes up at him. ]

Kiss me until I feel better?

closed to jaden;

[hasitsthorns]

[ She lost all the competitions she took part in, she got into a fight with one of her boyfriends during the middle of make out session thanks to her dumb daemon, and now she's half-drunk and upset. And still wants to make out?

Life is so difficult right now. Everything is terrible. Honestly, she's just about to be super dramatic and give up. Go home, maybe, and cry it all out. Then she sees a familiar face among the fair going crowd and perks up immediately. Without hesitation, she's chasing after him- ]

Hey, dude! [ she greets, suddenly at his side. Looking cheerful as can be. If he knew she was upset, he'd know there was drama. Drama that she explicitly told him wouldn't happen. She might be a bit tipsy but she's still clever enough to keep her emotions under wraps. Especially since she's hoping this is a potential make out opportunity. It's a bit of a long shot, she's aware, since Jaden hadn't seemed to want to get involved with her once he knew about her two boyfriends situation, which. That was fair. It's not for everyone.

Yet, they- They have chemistry that she genuinely enjoys. She does like him, even if in this moment she's perhaps grasping at straws and trying to make more out of it than it is. Making a bad choice as a product of too much wine and vulnerability. ]

Having a good time?

[astralera]

Era has never heard of kissing booths before and she is definitely no stranger to fairs. It's not something she's particularly keen on, so she makes to pass it quickly in favour of reaching more food booths instead. With the luck she's been having tonight though it makes sense that Rose would be currently manning the booth and actual engage her in conversation.

She can tackle Primals and Behemoths head-on without hesitation, but right now she is lacking her usual confidence. Which is something she's felt quite often in Xistentia, if she were to reflect on it. Currently she is a mix of uncomfortable and utterly baffled.

"Hello Rose," she offers.

kissing booth!!

[upside]

( shepard raises an eyebrow -- she's not exactly known for her restraint, from the asari dancers in chora's den, to aria herself on omega. she can appreciate a beautiful woman like rosie any day, and is happy to, taking a step in closer to the booth. she smiles in greeting, and her eyes remain firmly Up Here. )

Skills, huh? ( a hand leans on the booth beside her, flirting thrusters are a gogo!! ) Color me interested.

Wyatt Lawson | OC | OTA

[bratpack]

A. Games

[ Wyatt has always loved fairs like this. Inevitably, he thinks of them as a human thing - the exact kind of place he'd been forbidden to attend while he was part of his first pack, and the kind of place he'd run to as soon as he was able. He loves it; the music, the colours, the prizes. Of course, he has a distinct advantage when it comes to prizes; tests of strength and speed are easy when you're a werewolf going up against humans.

Today is no different. Hunterd, his wolf daemon, trips along beside him at shoulder height, with an assortment of cuddly toys attached to him. Wyatt is wearing one of those hats with a cup on either side, and straws going to his mouth. That's one of the handier prizes. He stops by the apple bobbing, regarding it with interest. Normally, apples don't appeal to him. Make a game out of it, and he's down. He slides up beside the other contestants, his hat bubbling while he drinks beer from the straws. ]

Okay, I'm down. Who's going for this thing, it ain't any fun without competition.

B. Food

[ Then there's the food. When he's bored of the games, the food gives Wyatt an excuse to stick around. His beer had has been refilled several times, but now sits lopsided on Hunterd's head while Wyatt focuses on his penis pastry. There's an oversized burger in his other hand, and he appears to be switching between bites of them due to having the appetite of your average teenage werewolf. Which is more or less the appetite of your average teenage boy, in triplicate. ]

This stuff is so good. You want some? [ He says, holding the burger out to his reluctant daemon. ]

Daemons have no need to eat.

If you say so, man. You're missing out. Hey! [ That's directed to you, oh innocent passer-by. ] Did you try the dick on a stick? They got vanilla cream inside, it's fucking amazing.

[ He will make himself ill on fair food, or he will die trying, everyone. ]

C. Kissing Booth

[ A little while later, it appears that Wyatt's good mood is suffering. It's possible that he's just been here too long. Maybe the sight of Jaden making out with Rosie had something to do with it. It definitely hadn't helped, since he'd passed by them and developed a knot in his stomach that hadn't been there before.

Whatever. The best way to get over a downer at a fair is to throw yourself into it. Maybe Jaden and Rosie have the right idea after all, and besides, Wyatt's eye had already been caught by the kissing booth today. So it is that he takes his turn in it, crashing into the chair and crossing his ankles on top of the booth. Hunterd, still wearing the beer hat and still holding his collection of prizes from earlier, stretches out on the grass beside him. Wyatt puts his hands behind his head and relaxes.

Come one, come all. The kisses are more or less free. ]

D. Create Your Own!

[ Prompt Wyatt! I'm halfbloodly if you want to plot something specific. ]

c; l a u g h s

[hasitsthorns]

[ Today has been, in a word, awful. She lost every competition, got into a fight with Vanyel, and while making out with Jaden was awesome- Apparently, Wyatt's not the only one who had seen the two locking lips. So she's going to end up doing damage control for both her boyfriends eventually but she'd been too frazzled to try and deal with it then.

Eventually, she mentally repeats. For right now, she doesn't want to think about that. Obviously, ignoring all these problems and facing them later is the sensible thing to do. Totally. Anyway. She spots Wyatt manning the kissing booth and immediately gravitates over. She's got an impressively friendly smile on - especially for someone who spent a better of the afternoon crying - and, hey. She's always thought Wyatt was cute too. What's the harm, right?

Maybe more make-outs can still save this terrible no good day. ]

Hey, dude, [ she greets, leaning onto the kissing booth counter and looking at him over his feet. ] Happen to have a kiss saved for little ol' me?

Will Solace

[healingdork]

[Will hasn't had much opportunities to go to fairs before so he is all about this when it shows up. He goes around playing every single game he sees at least once and leaves nothing unexplored.

Maybe you catch him in front of the haunted house, holding his hand out to you with a grin while nodding towards the entrance.] Should we brave it...?

[Or maybe you get put in the same gondola as him on the ferris wheel - he'll give you a warm smile but keep quiet and just watch the view as things go by with a thoughtful expression.

Or maybe you might catch him at the high striker game. He's not the most muscular person but he hefts the mallet and gives it a swing as hard as he can, launching the puck up to hit the bell with a clear dinging sound. Archery and hauling people around in medical situations have made Will Solace stronger than he looks. He'll accept a prize with a laugh and turn to you to offer it.] Would you like it?

[And finally, Will signed up for the kissing booth because he doesn't mind kissing people, so you can find him there, willing to kiss anyone of any gender. He's got his usual friendly, welcoming smile on his face if you pass by, as if to say 'don't be shy now, I don't bite.']

[salveo]

[ Naturally, Zeke was going to be drawn to a handsome blonde at the kissing booth. Despite the fact that he had other domestic situations on his mind, there was nothing wrong with a little harmless snack.

So, after waiting patiently in line, because of course there was a line for that cutie, he stepped up to grin down at the cheerful looking fellow. He set down his ticket for payment. ]

If I give you more tickets does that mean I get a longer kiss?

[ He teased goodnaturedly. ]

TONY SPARK | OTA

[servomotor]

booze & walking;

[This is not Tony Stark's scene. He is judging himself for being here at all, but it turns out that being accustomed to a certain level of luxury in one's home life does not automatically get F.A.T.E.S. with the program.

He is walking around with an awkward-looking superficially female-bodied robot beside him. Also: drunk, with a red solo cup in hand. Not his first.]

Wonder Years, [he tells his companion.] Something. American Beauty? I'm too disoriented by interdimensional travel to remember pop culture references, but this, [he spins a forefinger around and around to indicate the carnival at large, its flashing lights and loud music,] isn't my aesthetic. That's all. That person, [And he points at a random person, quite possibly you!!] That person fits the aesthetic. Your thoughts.

[The robot turns to look at you, its stiff face blinking for a moment.] Relatively speaking, [Fridayd says,] you all appear to be appropriate patrons, but cotton candy could help.

---

kissing booth;

[He's skeptical, but not unkind. Staring at the lantern. Staring at the person behind the booth— which is quite possibly you. Staring at the lantern again. His eyebrows are articulate, even though his eyes are having a mild difficulty focusing. This beer is nothing special, but it did get the job done.

(The job was taking the edge off apocalypse levels of trauma and personal loss.)] If D.E.S.T.I.N.Y. were a moonless night, or poor reading conditions, [he says, wryly,] I think we would've been okay writing more poems or getting our Kindles out. Less with the dying en masse planetwide. Maybe that was just my experience. I'm just not seeing the connection between this lantern and the mission.

Your thoughts? [The daemon beside him, the humanoid robot, looks at you expectantly, before apparently growing distracted by the hubbub of a fair game being won elsewhere.]

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wildcard;

choose your own adventure !!!

kissing boooooo

[upside]

( shepard isn't behind the booth, but she is around and about the area, sipping hard liquor from a cup. she's had a lovely time with rosie and is fondly recalling it whilst staring back at the pretty sights of the fair and the lantern both, having some romantic thoughts on how good humanity can look -- how it's worth fighting for, how everyone at home better be safe, or else --

taken from her thoughts, she looks back at tony, at the daemon, trying to remember what he just said.

lantern, mission. hm. )

Sitting ducks. ( she says, lifting her free, armor clad arm to tony with a finger gun pointed, firing at him. ) Pew pew.

joseph kavinsky | ota (cw mental illness, mention of past drug use, etc.)

[pillz]

closed to rosie;

[night falls, and the vampires are out. kavinsky beats her at the sparring. to be fair, he beats everybody.

it's not actually supposed to be a big deal, insofar as that: he's gloating about it, laughing when he sends monster men thrice his size and twice his age flying out of the ring. it's too good, seeing the smug certainty slide off their faces, replaced by shock. eudio changed kavinsky for the better in a lot of ways, but he is still, in many ways, a jackass. he's also now: a half-vampire jackass who doesn't get sweaty from fighting, but still benefits from pouring water over his own head, because he knows his nipples look nice through the drenched white fabric of his tanktop.

he's thinking about getting fed and getting laid, when abruptly a small japanese woman-- familiar to him by now-- appears and starts whacking him on the arm. she smells wolfish, miserable, and also very drunk. months ago, the flailing blows would have knocked kavinsky on his ass, but tonight he screws his narrow face up into a grimace and says,] Rosie, woman, what the fuck is your problem?

closed to murphy;

[kavinsky has never smelled him before as a vampire, but he'd know it anywhere. maybe it's latent radiation stowing away in his cells, or maybe it's murphy's cunning masterchef way with spices and seasonings that comes out in the subtle chemistry of his sweat. maybe it's the fact they'd raided their soap from the same place, so there's a sameness about the two of them, their scents.

kavinsky stalks him around the din of a popcorn stand and then past a horshoe toss. around the back of a haunted house. he'd know that choppy hair and skinny waist anywhere.

and then he's upon him. a familiar tattooed arm around murphy's waist, a mouth against his ear. a few degrees cooler than he used to be. maybe it was a depression thing— after all, kavinsky had disappeared off the face of the earth for a few weeks, retreating into nastiness, beer, and solitude in the wake of his separation with vex.

but there's a chaos of happiness in his voice now.] Hey, baby boy, [he croons, shitty jersey accent wandering circles in the pink coil of murphy's ear.] You smell good enough to eat. Remind me why we've never slapped some whipped cream on your nipples.

open wildcard;

[behold, a young half-vampire turd lord is careening around the fair during the evening, with abandon! winning at sparring contests, thanks to no discernible reason besides random luck. necking at the kissing booth, eating skeezy desserts, and having something pointlessly offensive to say about this that or the other.]

[hasitsthorns]

[ If she actually wanted to hurt Kavinsky, she easily could. He might be a vampire now but she's a warrior, a champion. It's not a point of pride, not usually. Until she loses. Then she's seeing a blurry red at the still teenage-looking twink fledgeling who'd beaten her in a sparring competition and slapping him harshly on the arm in frustration. ]

You're [ hic ] my problem, you twat!

[ She's also really really ridiculously super drunk right now. Which, honestly, considering her enhanced metabolism and higher tolerance just because of her physiology is an impressive feat. She's on like shot 10 of straight tequila at this point, she thinks. She plans to go at least four more rounds with Jose Cuervo still. But for now, she's content to beat lightly on Kavinsky to get out some bad feelings. ]

I can't believe you beat me! And, and. I haven't even seen you since we got here? You jackass. I was so happy when I heard you made it, too, and we've only like. Texted once! I had to find out you dated - and broke up? - with Vex on the network! Because you didn't even tell me anything! [ A loud, audible sniffle. She's, uh.

She's crying now. Have fun, Kavinsky. ]

I th-thought I was your friend! [ BBAAAAAWWWWWWW ] We- we were going to go driving and hang out and it was gonna' be cool, but you were too distracted by getting dick!

[ Rosie, too, has been distracted by getting the d. But at least she's still kept in touch with er friends!!! ]