+ 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

[beatupgrass]

I like strafing as much as the next weapons expert, but sometimes you gotta be cleaner about it.

[He chuckles and shoots another.] My plasma cannon packs a bigger boom though.

[suspense_kills_me]

It was more of an intimidation tactic. Lighting three million dollars on fire was much more effective.

[He takes out another target, before putting the gun down to wait for the next round.]

Anything called a cannon would, though I can't say I've seen one of those.

[beatupgrass]

[Okay, but Red.

You don't just say things like that and expect Rocket to keep talking about guns.

He drops the laser rifle and whirls on him, sputtering.] Why would you light that much money on fire, man?!

[suspense_kills_me]

It wasn't my money...and the dictator I was speaking to didn't do what I asked. If he answered my question in 30 seconds, he'd still have a compound and three million dollars. If not he would give them to me for free. He waited Forty Five Seconds.

[Simple as that really.]

[beatupgrass]

[Rocket stares at him for the longest time.]

That's ice cold, man. [He shakes his head and shoulders the gun to focus on his targets.] Businessmen.

[suspense_kills_me]

I've been called a lot worse.

[Red's amused, and his face shows it. And another couple targets meet their demise.]

Tin pot dictators using children as their army? He had it coming.

[beatupgrass]

Yeah, that sounds basically like the Kree. Buncha dirtbags. [He snorts derisively, and now it seems like he's actively competing with Red to keep hitting targets.] Those are the kinds of guys I think it's best to just bump off and be done with it.

But, okay, points for breaking his spirit, 'cause you broke mine and it ain't even my money.

[suspense_kills_me]

Tried to kill me months later. A friend of mine made sure he didn't get out of there alive.

[In fact, if it wasn't for Lizzie, Red wouldn't be standing here today.]

What are Kree?

[He asks that last question as he lines up his next shot.]

[beatupgrass]

They are a race of overbearing, stuck-up-their-own-ass, overly superior shitbags is what they are. Never met one that wasn't pretentious as hell.

[Just casually talking about aliens nbd.]

[suspense_kills_me]

Sounds like a few people I knew back home.

[They actually sound like an entire race of people that Red can't stand.]

How many have you met?

[beatupgrass]

Kree? A few here and there workin' jobs, but they all kinda pale in comparison to the one that tried to destroy an entire planet 'cause he was a racist dick.

We blew him the fuck up, though. [so smug and so proud.]

[suspense_kills_me]

Who's we?

[In Red's opinion, he doesn't sound much different than some of the dictators he'd dealt with in his life, he's just as pleased with the outcome.]

[beatupgrass]

Uh... Me and my team.

[He sound say a lot of things. Friends. Family.

He'll go with team.]

[suspense_kills_me]

Are any of them here?

[Red would agree with Team. The Post Office FBI Agents grew on him too, even Ressler.]

[beatupgrass]

Nope. Not a one. [He scowls, focusing on his aiming so he doesn't have to think too hard about anything else.] It's been just me for goin' on four years now.

[Sometimes they drift in. Gamora, Peter, Groot... And one time an alternate version of himself, but they're always gone so fast it barely even counts to him.]

[suspense_kills_me]

I'm sorry. A situation like that is difficult.

[Even though Red offered an apology for Rocket being alone for this long, there was no sense of pity in his words. Just something like familiarity.]