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.
[ Lagertha decides to stand back with Gyda for a moment, pale brows raised but expression clearly amused as she calmly folds her arms over her chest. With Bjorn elsewhere to investigate rides, she sticks close to her daughter as she...
Well, as she watches Ragnar attempt to win them prizes from the assorted gaming booths that are spread throughout the carnival.
Needless to say, it's turning out to be entertaining on its own. ]
[ UM EXCUSE YOU IF BY "ATTEMPT" YOU MEAN "SUCCEED".
Well, not really. Ragnar is pretty much an expert in most kind of weaponry, but for some reason the damn gun they've given him just won't shoot right. No matter how well he aims--no matter how much time he might have spent talking about said expertise (at least he wasn't Rollo)--he can't hit a balloon.
[Gyda watches her Papa attempt the game, a part of her hoping that he'll win because those teddy bears do look adorable. She's been glancing at them every time they passed the gaming booth.
It is an entertaining sight though, and she can't help but smile up at her mother at his futile attempts. The smile turns into a bit of a giggle when he announces the game is cursed.
[ Giving Gyda a knowing look, Lagertha purses her lips to keep in a laugh at Ragnar's poor luck and attempts to blame the game. Indeed, silly husband. Games most certainly cannot be cursed.
But she looks up at the bears that she's seen her girl glancing towards, then at her husband with fond amusement. ] Of course, Ragnar. But perhaps something can be done.
[ Reaching out to take the gun, she clucks her tongue softly. ]
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Well, as she watches Ragnar attempt to win them prizes from the assorted gaming booths that are spread throughout the carnival.
Needless to say, it's turning out to be entertaining on its own. ]
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Well, not really. Ragnar is pretty much an expert in most kind of weaponry, but for some reason the damn gun they've given him just won't shoot right. No matter how well he aims--no matter how much time he might have spent talking about said expertise (at least he wasn't Rollo)--he can't hit a balloon.
At all. ] This game is cursed.
<3 <3 <3 <3
It is an entertaining sight though, and she can't help but smile up at her mother at his futile attempts. The smile turns into a bit of a giggle when he announces the game is cursed.
Silly Papa. Games can't be cursed!]
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But she looks up at the bears that she's seen her girl glancing towards, then at her husband with fond amusement. ] Of course, Ragnar. But perhaps something can be done.
[ Reaching out to take the gun, she clucks her tongue softly. ]