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.
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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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. ]
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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. ]