+ 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

[somethingbroke]

[Her head cants to the side and she stares at him. That's a dangerous question. She knows what her Queen would want her to say. And Mae is loyal, but not really to the point of dishonesty. She doesn't care about all that...politicking, the appearances, the Queen's dumb little feud with her sister.]

[She points at the ground and nods. She likes this side better. It's more fun.]

[noreason]

[He nods, too.]

I haven't been over to that side, but from the way people talk, it seems a little...not fun.

[somethingbroke]

[She shakes her head. No fun at all. No noise. No explosions. The Queen is so strict and boring.]

[noreason]

I guess it was good the Red Queen invited you over. I'm surprised your Queen let you come, though. She kind of made a fuss at Christmas.

[somethingbroke]

[She shrugs and turns up her nose. She doesn't care about the Queen's opinions. They're irrelevant. So many Mirrors are paranoid of being unmade, but Mae doesn't care.]

[She doesn't really care about anything.]

[noreason]

[He's getting that feeling from her. He considers for a moment.]

Is there anything you enjoy?

[There's nothing sarcastic in the question.]

[somethingbroke]

[She lifts the bat off her shoulders and holds it up, grinning at him. She swings it experimentally, not aiming anywhere near him--just sort of arcing it toward the ground a little bit. The meaning should be pretty obvious.]

[She likes smashing things.]

[noreason]

[He smiles a little.]

Heh. Like the real Mae.

[It doesn't immediately occur to him that that might be an offensive thing to say.]

[somethingbroke]

[She rolls her shoulders in a sort of shrug. She's fine with it. It's something her and her Real can agree on.]

[noreason]

Want to play a game with me? One of the ones where you get to throw stuff?

[somethingbroke]

[Her eyes light up and she nods vigorously. Throwing things is almost as fun as smashing things.]

[noreason]

[With a smile, he gestures her to go over to some games with him. He spends a while playing with her, not bothering her too much to talk--or listen to him talk, anyway.]