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.
[Give Jake a bow and arrow and he can hit the tiniest of targets - well, after a few practice shots. But give him a ring he's suppose to toss onto a bottle? Apparently that's out of his league.
But if there's one thing about Jake besides perhaps his at times low self-esteem it's that he's stubborn. He's been at this game for almost twenty minutes so far and has definitely spent half the money he made this week but he is going to get Arin that wolf plush if it's the last thing he does. The girl deserves it!]
[Arin's been sitting in the tavern, having tried her paw at the ring toss game herself quite a few times to no avail. She's spent all her coppers, and she knows it will be quite a few tarot readings before she makes them back again.
She looks out the window at the festivities outside on the grassy field - what is Jake doing? Doesn't he know the games of chance are unwinnable?]
[Arin has all the reason to be. The last time someone in Avalon tried to surprise her, it had been an ambush on the ship coming from Islewatch that had left her entire pack - her father, too - dead.]
There's a part of him that wants to ask her to close her eyes, but he's sure that won't end well. So instead he pulls to plush wolf out of his satchel with a bit of a flourish.]
[She takes the wolf plush from his hands into her own paws, turning it over the few times. Its grey fur is just as soft and lifelike as the spotted fur covering her.]
[This, now she sort of understood. Her father had always bought her dolls at home, and while she'd claimed to grow out of them, before they'd gone on the Iron Born to cross over to Avalon, she'd still slept with them at night.
She'd never had an animal toy before, though. They weren't common amongst her pack - perhaps they hit a bit too close to home. Still, the gesture is sweet, and she stares down at the toy, then back up at Jake.]
Thank you kindly, Jake. I will treasure her throughout all my years.
Even though he won't be Robin Hood when we go to Laire...
There's no need to thank me Arin. Ah... Though maybe next time I'll get you a doll...
[Looking at it now, maybe getting her a toy wolf when she was a wolfen wasn't... The best of plans.
The use of his actual name catches him off-guard. He's so use to people referring to him as Robin Hood that it doesn't register immediately that she's talking to him.]
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But if there's one thing about Jake besides perhaps his at times low self-esteem it's that he's stubborn. He's been at this game for almost twenty minutes so far and has definitely spent half the money he made this week but he is going to get Arin that wolf plush if it's the last thing he does. The girl deserves it!]
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She looks out the window at the festivities outside on the grassy field - what is Jake doing? Doesn't he know the games of chance are unwinnable?]
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Of course he's tried winning it the proper way, but when it becomes clear that the game is rigged well...
He finds her in the tavern, tugging his hood a bit further down out of habit.]
I have a surprise.
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[Arin has all the reason to be. The last time someone in Avalon tried to surprise her, it had been an ambush on the ship coming from Islewatch that had left her entire pack - her father, too - dead.]
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[He hopes at least, and offers her a smile.
There's a part of him that wants to ask her to close her eyes, but he's sure that won't end well. So instead he pulls to plush wolf out of his satchel with a bit of a flourish.]
Ta-da!
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...what is this for?
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[He flounders, because he'd never really had anything like a stuffed animal growing up.]
It's just something nice to have, to hug when you're upset or scared or just lonely.
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She'd never had an animal toy before, though. They weren't common amongst her pack - perhaps they hit a bit too close to home. Still, the gesture is sweet, and she stares down at the toy, then back up at Jake.]
Thank you kindly, Jake. I will treasure her throughout all my years.
Even though he won't be Robin Hood when we go to Laire...
[Looking at it now, maybe getting her a toy wolf when she was a wolfen wasn't... The best of plans.
The use of his actual name catches him off-guard. He's so use to people referring to him as Robin Hood that it doesn't register immediately that she's talking to him.]
So she's a she? What's her name?