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Entry tags:
- !event,
- bioshock 2: eleanor lamb,
- changeling the lost: erin peters,
- don't starve: wilson higgsbury,
- far cry 5: deputy pratt,
- farscape: john crichton,
- groundhog day musical: phil connors,
- hylics: wayne,
- malevolent: arthur lester,
- original: jeff calhoun,
- original: max maximum,
- original: siffleur,
- original: theo crawford,
- original: valdis,
- original: ylva wolfsdottir,
- overwatch: maximilien,
- scion: bash st. expedit,
- sherlock holmes: john watson,
- skulduggery pleasant: skulduggery,
- tales of vesperia: rita mordio,
- the 100: clarke griffin,
- the black phone: vance hopper,
- the prisoner: number 6
FEBRUARY EVENT: RIDE THE CYCLONE
[during her morning announcements on the 9th, Friday helpfully informs everyone that anyone wishing to go out during this weekend’s excursion can exit the ship through the metal detector on deck zero starting at 10AM sharp. it is the early birds, the punctual ones, who will bear this moment witness.
because, as they arrive, they may notice that Friday isn’t standing where she was the last time, behind the metal detector, ready to see them through; today, that role is apparently being filled by Jenny. and she looks slightly different than normal.
she’s standing in front of the metal detector, as if first in line, and though her clothes and hair remain the same, there is some sort of pendant hanging heavy around her neck, metal inscribed with something too small and fine to really make out at this distance. her face turns towards Jenny for a long moment, and after what appears to be an encouraging smile… she steps through the metal detector, vanishing instantly.
Jenny gives anyone who’s there a wry grin and shrugs.]
This thing works by itself. Y’know, like everything else. But, she was letting anxiety get her all worried about it, trying to talk herself out of it…
[a laugh, and she crosses to the metal detector.]
See you bastards on the other side! [her head turns back, and a final grin.] Don’t worry. It’s easy! Just one small step and a bitch of a headache!
[she steps through the metal detector.
should you join her then, or at any other point during the weekend, it really is as easy as all that: step through the metal detector, and you will find yourself instantly stepping out onto the stamped-flat grass and dirt paths of a rural carnival, all fried food and loud games and rides that seem held together with bubble gum and hope. the first few seconds in this new reality bring the distinct feeling that your brain had just been cored by a fireplace poker, but it passes soon enough, and you can allow yourself to enjoy the fair's amenities however you wish.
particular attractions include…
THE TUNNEL OF LOVE
if any of you fuck in this thing I am closing the game immediately
THE HALL OF DOORS
like a hall of mirrors, but with doors! so many doors. nothing else. just doors. the doors open up to more doors, and then some more doors, until a door leads out. hopefully. probably.
BIG OL’ FUCK-OFF HUGE SLIDE WHAT YOU RIDE A BURLAP SACK DOWN
the burlap gives you absolutely zero protection from how boiling hot this thing gets in full sun!
THIS GODDAMN THING
the fair will run every day from Thursday to Sunday, from 10am to 12am, closing at 5pm on Sunday. however, this does not mean you can’t go to the fair outside these hours; it simply means that the fair will be dark, the rides not running and the music out, like someone cut the electricity at midnight on the dot. you can still be there, of course, passing freely between the ship and the fair until it ends. you just might have a bad time.
in fact, you might have one during fair hours. see, there’s something a little bit… it’s hard to put your finger on it, but something seems off. every once in a while, mostly when you’re in a particularly precarious position -- standing on top of the slide, leaning over the deep fryer… you think you feel something like small hands low on your back, giving you just the slightest of pushes. at first. as the weekend continues, the shoves become a bit more forceful; by Sunday afternoon, you can be knocked clear off your feet by one.
and then there’s that guy.
the first day or two, you might not pay much attention to the figure just at the corner of your vision. it could be another passenger, after all, and you’re having much too much fun at the fair. by Saturday night, though, the figure has seemingly fully manifested. no longer just out of sight, it’s now fully visible. and coming your way. fast.
should the creature happen upon you, it will chase you. this will continue for as long as you run from it. should you stop, it will get within five feet of you before disappearing entirely. should you turn and chase it in stead, it will start to run from you, only to disappear when you get within five feet.
…
be sure to stop by on Saturday afternoon for the pet costume contest!]
because, as they arrive, they may notice that Friday isn’t standing where she was the last time, behind the metal detector, ready to see them through; today, that role is apparently being filled by Jenny. and she looks slightly different than normal.
she’s standing in front of the metal detector, as if first in line, and though her clothes and hair remain the same, there is some sort of pendant hanging heavy around her neck, metal inscribed with something too small and fine to really make out at this distance. her face turns towards Jenny for a long moment, and after what appears to be an encouraging smile… she steps through the metal detector, vanishing instantly.
Jenny gives anyone who’s there a wry grin and shrugs.]
This thing works by itself. Y’know, like everything else. But, she was letting anxiety get her all worried about it, trying to talk herself out of it…
[a laugh, and she crosses to the metal detector.]
See you bastards on the other side! [her head turns back, and a final grin.] Don’t worry. It’s easy! Just one small step and a bitch of a headache!
[she steps through the metal detector.
should you join her then, or at any other point during the weekend, it really is as easy as all that: step through the metal detector, and you will find yourself instantly stepping out onto the stamped-flat grass and dirt paths of a rural carnival, all fried food and loud games and rides that seem held together with bubble gum and hope. the first few seconds in this new reality bring the distinct feeling that your brain had just been cored by a fireplace poker, but it passes soon enough, and you can allow yourself to enjoy the fair's amenities however you wish.
particular attractions include…
THE TUNNEL OF LOVE
if any of you fuck in this thing I am closing the game immediately
THE HALL OF DOORS
like a hall of mirrors, but with doors! so many doors. nothing else. just doors. the doors open up to more doors, and then some more doors, until a door leads out. hopefully. probably.
BIG OL’ FUCK-OFF HUGE SLIDE WHAT YOU RIDE A BURLAP SACK DOWN
the burlap gives you absolutely zero protection from how boiling hot this thing gets in full sun!
THIS GODDAMN THING
the fair will run every day from Thursday to Sunday, from 10am to 12am, closing at 5pm on Sunday. however, this does not mean you can’t go to the fair outside these hours; it simply means that the fair will be dark, the rides not running and the music out, like someone cut the electricity at midnight on the dot. you can still be there, of course, passing freely between the ship and the fair until it ends. you just might have a bad time.
in fact, you might have one during fair hours. see, there’s something a little bit… it’s hard to put your finger on it, but something seems off. every once in a while, mostly when you’re in a particularly precarious position -- standing on top of the slide, leaning over the deep fryer… you think you feel something like small hands low on your back, giving you just the slightest of pushes. at first. as the weekend continues, the shoves become a bit more forceful; by Sunday afternoon, you can be knocked clear off your feet by one.
and then there’s that guy.
the first day or two, you might not pay much attention to the figure just at the corner of your vision. it could be another passenger, after all, and you’re having much too much fun at the fair. by Saturday night, though, the figure has seemingly fully manifested. no longer just out of sight, it’s now fully visible. and coming your way. fast.
should the creature happen upon you, it will chase you. this will continue for as long as you run from it. should you stop, it will get within five feet of you before disappearing entirely. should you turn and chase it in stead, it will start to run from you, only to disappear when you get within five feet.
…
be sure to stop by on Saturday afternoon for the pet costume contest!]
Project Fry The World
He holds the cone out to Max. "I saw a sign that said deep-fried ice cream and I want to know if that's scientifically possible."
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"It is! I've had it before. But I've never made it myself before, so we'll have to keep our fingers crossed that it works."
That said, Max takes the cone and lays it down on a baking sheet so he can separate the ice cream from the cone and roll it into a tightly packed ball. He takes that ball and rolls it through some cornflakes for breading, then holds it over the fryer in a spoon.
"Okay, here goes nothing." Plop, in it goes, bubbling and hissing.
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Wilson watches the prep and the frying with fascination. "How does that work? It's all cold and wet."
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"See? Here." He's offering that cone out to Wilson now. "Try it."
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He wipes his mouth off with the side of his hand and holds out a fruit skewer. Watermelon, pineapple, strawberry and orange. "Do this one next!"
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"Whao," Max says, impressed by this guy's ability to essentially deep-throat an ice cream cone. He would say to be careful not to choke but it doesn't seem necessary.
"Oh, fruit. No one has asked me to do that yet. Yeah, let's see how these turn out." He is...skeptical. But he will bread it up anyway and dunk them in.
"Hey, by the way, I don't think I know your name yet? I'm Max Maximum."
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"I'm Wilson P. Higgsbury. Is Max also short for Maximum?" The second part blurted out as his brain-to-mouth filter slips.
no subject
"Huh? Oh. No, that's my full name. I know, I know, it's pretty redundant. You can just call me Max, though."