+ Somewhere a Grandiose Carnival Was Going on in the Sky +

[vitaelamorte]

Who: Everyone!
Where: The grounds of the Mansion
When: March 9-16
Rating: PG-13 (warn if you go higher)
Summary: The Red Queen has thrown a carnival for everyone!
The Story:


From Friday, March 9, through Friday, March 16, the gardens and grounds of the Mansion will be a sprawling a carnival. The masked, unspeaking vendors will be selling trinkets and running free game booths. Carnival rides, exhibits, and foods represent all of the various cultures of those currently residing in the Mansion.


Of particular note, and perhaps incongruously, everything is decorated with red hearts.

Use this log for any and all of your carnival needs!

Comments

food »

[mucked]

Of course we are.

[ peggy arrives just in time to chide him -- to remind him, a little sharply perhaps, that just because other people aren't mugging and glaring at the display around them it doesn't mean they aren't harbouring suspicions of their own. not everyone wears their distrust on their sleeve.

she lifts an eyebrow. ]

But some of it does look rather enticing, wouldn't you say.

Re: food »

[scoutsniper]

[Sure, other people might be putting on a better show than he is. But that doesn't mean he thinks they all are. Some seem entirely down with the program. ]

Some of it looks okay. Except for all the hearts. Like a little girl's tea party or some shit.

[mucked]

If only. [ she jokes, presumably. ] I, myself, wouldn't mind a cuppa.

[ little girl tea party or no. but peggy at least seems to be in a patient mood, today, which is more than can be said for most days. ]

But something tells me a good mug of Assam isn't high on the menu for such carnivals.

[scoutsniper]

I think that tea was even a problem in the damn book.

[Wasn't there something about crazy people and tea? Yeah, no. He's not gonna try anything remotely tea-like.]

[mucked]

[ she rather thinks the tea was more incidental, given the setting, but there's no grace had in arguing semantics. and no percentage found in debating with paranoia. ]

Fair enough. [ she offers a one-shouldered shrug. ] Have you witnessed anyone, yet, showing any suspicious symptoms?

[ peggy hasn't -- but that doesn't mean they aren't there to be seen. sussed out. worried over. perhaps his paranoia comes with good reason. ]

[scoutsniper]

[He never debates his own paranoia. It's kept him alive this long. ]

No, not yet. But if this place is spending all this energy doing this? Trust me, it's gonna get something out of it.

[mucked]

Yes. Well. I rather suspect that's what the pale blue box is all about.

[ a nod of her head. the donation container isn't visible from where they're standing, no, but the direction is unmistakable. ]

[scoutsniper]

[He grunts.] Yeah, I'm avoiding the shit out of that box.

But it's too fucking obvious to be the only thing going on here.

[mucked]

-- Well, there are the mirrors. Another so-called peaceable visit within just a handful of months.

[ peggy tilts her head. ] If I was going to target my suspicions, that's where I'd start.

[ not the food. ]

[scoutsniper]

Yeah, the Mirrors.

[He doesn't sound thrilled. ] Chance for them to spy on us, cause some shit. [Safe to say there's enough suspicion in his arsenal to be wary of more than the food.

But also the food.]

[mucked]

Precisely.

[ -- their presence bothers her. so, too, do the parallels. the last time such a box like that one in the middle of the carnival turned up, the mirrors were also in play.

so why? ]

Have you met yours? Your Mirror? Heard anything about him?

[scoutsniper]

No. I'd probably hate the guy.

[And he would probably hate Frank. Though that would mean they'd have something in common.]

Besides, I don't fucking consent to being evil-cloned. [Half ironically: he knows this place doesn't give a shit about consent.]

[mucked]

None of us do. None of us did.

[ -- she doesn't see what that particular complaint, however valid, has to do with the notion of gathering good intel. but peggy supposes not everyone sees the world as a series of opportunities to glean information from something or someone. ]

But if they're going to be over here more and more often, [ as gatherings like this suggest, ] it might be a good idea to figure out what he's like. Not for your sake, necessarily, but for the sake of those who might mistake him for you.

[scoutsniper]

[ He knows, but he just wants it on the record that this whole Mirror thing is yet another slice of bullshit he is not willing to eat. ]

Way I figure from what I've seen, he's either gonna be a goddam hippie [And thus useless] or... [Or Frank without any sort of moral brakes at all.]

[mucked]

Or a man without a code.

[ she supplies -- and although it masquerades as a guess, what it is (in earnest) is a kind of gauge on the real man standing in front of her. it's his reaction she's looking for and not his agreement. ]