as stolen from bakerstreet 1. post with your character--name, fandom and any particular preferences go in the subject line as usual. 2. you can either roll or pick a scenario (or scenarios!) from the list or leave your comment blank. 3. reply to people! 4. Have fun and be mindful of your partner's preferences.
OPTIONS:
1. games: from classic ring toss to the shooting gallery, here's your chance to win a prize for yourself or for that special someone. Some say the games at a carnival are rigged, but maybe, just maybe, you'll get lucky!
2. food and drink: the sweet smell of funnel cake and the familiar briny aroma of popcorn draw you over to the food and drink tent. there's cotton candy, candied nuts, and cheep booze, all here for your enjoyment.
3. classic rides: the carousel, the ferris wheel. all carnivals need these classic rides for kids and adults who aren't looking for the excitement of the faster-paced rides. snuggle close to your partner and see if you can see your house from the top of the wheel.
4. something more exciting: this is for thrill-seekers. here you'll find the tilt-a-whirl, the gravitron, the screamin' swing--all the rides designed to make you lose your lunch. hope you didn't have too much cotton candy!
5. freakshow: do they really have a bearded lady in that tent? it's time to find out. buy a ticket and see the greatest oddities the world has to offer.
6. tunnel of love: or perhaps tunnel of mild boredom. the red-tinted lights and quasi-romantic music are meant to make this ride a great makeout spot, if the chemistry is there.
7. hall of mirrors: you and your partner entered, thinking it would be easy to get out again, but dead ends abound in this wacky mirror-maze, and each mirror seems to show a more and more distorted image of each of you.
8. fortune teller: whether one of the creepy machines or the even creepier women dressed up in a culturally insensitive costume, you cross someone's palms with silver and get your future told. will it be happiness forever with your partner, or will ill tidings be bound your way? optional: use to get your fortune!
9. wildcard!: i know i forgot something, probably several somethings, so here's your wildcard for whatever else you can fit into this meme.
[There has been way too much drama up in these hills lately, so how's about we have some fun??
The game is..... Games!! Scott, the overnight lacrosse success; against Derek... the dude who has had his whole life to perfect his werewolf reflexes. Excellent, let's go.]
[ At the very least, one can say that Scott took his werewolf reflexes like a fish took to water. Derek can't deny the fact that he's something of a natural.
But he has indeed had all of his life to hone his, and now they're left to pit talent against talent. The alpha eyes the row of game booths, arms crossed as he raises a brow. ]
[He takes a moment to consider the games, looking up and down the row for a moment before grinning and pointing at the one bearing the sign "Test Your Strength!"]
Hey, do you think the little bell thingy at the top of that would fly off like in a cartoon if we hit it too hard?
[Not that he would because that would be bad, he is just totally amused by that thought.]
Edited (apparently i can't even write coherent tags when it's *not* 4am /face in hands) 2013-07-20 16:37 (UTC)
[Arya knows it's a very, very bad idea to use her marksmanship to knock down the bottles in the games. It's definitely cheating, and also a very good way to get called out, possibly even tested.
So she's now a girl on a mission, and that mission is to find Derek Hale.]
[ The thing about the carnival is that it's loud. And full of people. And for about six years, Derek spent a great deal of time living in the relative peace and quiet of nature reserves. Far, far away from people.
So he's incredibly prone to becoming peopled out, which has lead to him finding a slightly more quiet corner of the fairgrounds while his adopted family and few friends spend their time in the noisier paths between stalls and rides. ]
[ Peering down at his sudden attachment, Derek raises his eyebrows at Arya and adjusts his arm calmly. He takes her head in a lose headlock, enough for a light pressure but not enough that she can't wiggle right back out again when she wants to get free.
He can only guess what she might need him for, given the various things around the grounds. ]
[Arya feigns struggle for a moment, but then decides to stay put. It's comfortable here, caught in the arms of somebody who cares about her, somebody who will help her see her goals through and not punish her for them. Someone she doesn't ahve to run away from.]
[ Arm relaxing as Arya ceases her mock-struggling, he lets it loosely fall around her shoulders, considering her absently. She's come a long way from that first summer where they'd really known each other, and he can honestly say he's just as comfortable with her.
[She always feels a bit bad, hitting Derek up for cash, but it's loads better than asking one of the Lannisters for it, especially when she knows she won't get any. She knows Derek would help her if he could, and Arya'd do the same for him, if she was a bit older.]
[ So going to the carnival with Derek of all people had been interesting. It had started out as a group-at least through most of the day--and by the time they got to the ferris wheel, things had conveniently split off. One minute, Stiles had been surrounded by his friends and the next, he was being cordoned off into a ferris wheel car with Derek.
Just Derek.
Whatever, he's not really complaining--okay, maybe a little, but he's Stiles, and he always complains. The wheel starts to ascend and he props his feet up on Derek's side of the car, turning his head to the side to look at all of Beacon Hills sprawling out beneath them. ] If this thing just suddenly like disconnected from the [ creeeaaaak clang ] janky metal base, what do you think would happen? Do you think it'd roll away like a looney tune?
Yes let me instill more fear of the ferris wheel into you.
[ How the pack managed to talk him into going, he'll never know. Derek is not much for all this "excitement and fun and loud, bright things," but even Cora had wanted to go and he couldn't quite say no to that. Not when she hadn't been to a fair in nearly a decade. (Safe to say, neither had he.)
But winding up with Stiles, while both unsurprising and somewhat expected by this point, is definitely something interesting. The fact they're getting locked into the ferris wheel is another thing all together, but he decides not to question it too much as he mirrors Stiles, stretching long legs out and crossing them at the ankles on the teen's side. ]
It would probably crush like a paper cup, to be honest. [ He peers over the side of the car absently, shifting so that he doesn't rock it any. He's not particularly bothered by the ride up, or the height, or the idea that they could plummet to their deaths because of a horrible suspension system. ]
That's comforting. I was picturing more theme park death trap on wheels than actual death trap. [ Stop this thing he wants to get off already. Stiles rolls his head to look out on the lights as they start to come up---it is, actually, kind of a nice view, if not accompanied by the current reminder that he's in a screaming carnie death trap. ]
For the record, if we die, this was Scott's idea. [ Because he wanted to kiss Allison at the top, which was...well, it was kind of great, to be honest. Four for you, Scott. He adjusts his feet and lets an arm drop to rest on top of Derek's huge boot, getting comfortable. ]
If it's any consolation, this car sounds pretty secure. [ He says it dryly, not looking away from the fairgrounds around them still. When they stop to let others on, almost at the top, he purses his lips into a thin line and scans the ground below for his teenage entourage. He can spot a couple betas that opted not to ride the wheel of death, but as far as he can tell most of those that paired off are probably in other seats with them. ]
Of course it was. [ Finally, Derek looks at Stiles, raising his brows calmly and jiggling his leg to jostle Stiles' arm. But it's not enough to disturb it from its perch, and clearly doesn't have that intention. It's mostly just idle teasing. ]
Not really, no. [ He rolls his eyes as the wheel slides to a stop, presumably to let someone else get in, but he realizes as he leans up a little to look out that it's Scott and Allison three cars in front of them, and the operator probably stopped it so they could kiss at the top. Score one for Scott McCall.
Stiles snorts and gets comfortable, even when he gets jostled, leaning a little further to trap his foot there. Fine, be that way. ] I always figured we'd end up dying because of one of my harebrained schemes, not vice versa.
[ Angling his head back to drop it against the wheel car, Derek peers up to where he knows Scott and Allison are situated. While he's still working on getting along with Allison, he can at least see that she's learned from her mistakes this time. She's different from the other Argents.
And she makes Scott happy.
His head lifts again, and he peers down the length of his body at where Stiles is comfortable on his feet. Brat. ] Surprise, Scott is out to kill us with a giant wheel of death.
It's probably for the fact that we're ruining his super romantic carnival date. [ He drawls that but it's obvious he's kidding, and Stiles just raises his eyebrows when Derek stares at him, lifting the corner of his mouth in a smirk. The wheel makes it's way around again, and they pass the ground for a minute--Stiles leans over and waves at Boyd and Erica as they go past, bc in my dreams you're still alive but returns to his mostly comfortable position as it starts to ascend again and stops for a second time.
At the very top.
With them in the top car.
Stiles blinks and looks around at the car, the tentatively peers over the edge. ] What the hell?
Absolutely, especially since he was the one to invite us all along. [ Drawling in return, Derek mirrors his expression before he looks away from him and out towards the carnival around them. One hand lifts from where he's crossed his arms to offer a mock-wave to his betas weeps brokenly, a more sincere expression on his face for a brief moment.
But then they're stopping only a moment later.
He doesn't bother peering out of the car to figure out what's going on, and instead raises his eyebrows up higher to his hairline. Because it takes all of two seconds for him to realize they've...
Well, been mistaken for a couple. Mistaken? ] They stopped for us.
[ The werewolf lifts his feet off of the seat opposite him, sitting up properly. ]
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Derek Hale ⤥ Teen Wolf
1 - beacon hills carnival!!!
The game is..... Games!! Scott, the overnight lacrosse success; against Derek... the dude who has had his whole life to perfect his werewolf reflexes. Excellent, let's go.]
Oh god yes.
But he has indeed had all of his life to hone his, and now they're left to pit talent against talent. The alpha eyes the row of game booths, arms crossed as he raises a brow. ]
I don't even want to know what you'd pick first.
Re: Oh god yes.
Hey, do you think the little bell thingy at the top of that would fly off like in a cartoon if we hit it too hard?
[Not that he would because that would be bad, he is just totally amused by that thought.]
swags in with that wr
So she's now a girl on a mission, and that mission is to find Derek Hale.]
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So he's incredibly prone to becoming peopled out, which has lead to him finding a slightly more quiet corner of the fairgrounds while his adopted family and few friends spend their time in the noisier paths between stalls and rides. ]
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But right now, Arya needs him, and she comes up behind him, sneaking her head through the crack between his arm and his side.]
I need you to do something for me.
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He can only guess what she might need him for, given the various things around the grounds. ]
What sort of something?
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D'you have any money on you?
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He has no intention of running her off, ever. ]
Of course. What do you need it for?
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I want to win a toy sword. For Bran.
3 because why not
Just Derek.
Whatever, he's not really complaining--okay, maybe a little, but he's Stiles, and he always complains. The wheel starts to ascend and he props his feet up on Derek's side of the car, turning his head to the side to look at all of Beacon Hills sprawling out beneath them. ] If this thing just suddenly like disconnected from the [ creeeaaaak clang ] janky metal base, what do you think would happen? Do you think it'd roll away like a looney tune?
Yes let me instill more fear of the ferris wheel into you.
But winding up with Stiles, while both unsurprising and somewhat expected by this point, is definitely something interesting. The fact they're getting locked into the ferris wheel is another thing all together, but he decides not to question it too much as he mirrors Stiles, stretching long legs out and crossing them at the ankles on the teen's side. ]
It would probably crush like a paper cup, to be honest. [ He peers over the side of the car absently, shifting so that he doesn't rock it any. He's not particularly bothered by the ride up, or the height, or the idea that they could plummet to their deaths because of a horrible suspension system. ]
screams in terror
For the record, if we die, this was Scott's idea. [ Because he wanted to kiss Allison at the top, which was...well, it was kind of great, to be honest. Four for you, Scott. He adjusts his feet and lets an arm drop to rest on top of Derek's huge boot, getting comfortable. ]
8D-/
Of course it was. [ Finally, Derek looks at Stiles, raising his brows calmly and jiggling his leg to jostle Stiles' arm. But it's not enough to disturb it from its perch, and clearly doesn't have that intention. It's mostly just idle teasing. ]
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Stiles snorts and gets comfortable, even when he gets jostled, leaning a little further to trap his foot there. Fine, be that way. ] I always figured we'd end up dying because of one of my harebrained schemes, not vice versa.
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And she makes Scott happy.
His head lifts again, and he peers down the length of his body at where Stiles is comfortable on his feet. Brat. ] Surprise, Scott is out to kill us with a giant wheel of death.
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bc in my dreams you're still alivebut returns to his mostly comfortable position as it starts to ascend again and stops for a second time.At the very top.
With them in the top car.
Stiles blinks and looks around at the car, the tentatively peers over the edge. ] What the hell?
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weeps brokenly, a more sincere expression on his face for a brief moment.But then they're stopping only a moment later.
He doesn't bother peering out of the car to figure out what's going on, and instead raises his eyebrows up higher to his hairline. Because it takes all of two seconds for him to realize they've...
Well, been mistaken for a couple. Mistaken? ] They stopped for us.
[ The werewolf lifts his feet off of the seat opposite him, sitting up properly. ]