+ 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

holy shit

[somethingbroke]

[She squints hard, expecting pain. Like maybe it's a voodoo doll. But nothing happens. She doesn't disappear into thin air. Good.]

[She shreds the card to bits, then drops them to the ground. Then she stomps on them for good measure. She lowers her bat and twists it into the dirt until some of the pieces are practically buried.]

[Then she glares up at the human, daring him to say anything else in protest.]

wow

[eatsyourscience]

[He watches all of this, surprised at how thorough she's being with destroying this thing, then looks back at her.]

...I don't really think you needed to worry about it.

y i k e s!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[somethingbroke]

[She squints and bares all of her teeth at him. Then she digs into a pocket with her free hand and digs out a small notepad and a pen. She doesn't usually bother to write actual notes, but she's furious, and she needs this stranger to understand why. The Reals are all like this. They don't get it. How could they ever?]

[She digs the pen in deep enough that she leaves grooves in the paper as she writes, then holds the notepad up to him.]

WE ARE NOT THINGS

[eatsyourscience]

[He leans a little closer to read what she wrote. He nods.]

No. You're not.

[He straightens up again, thinking over ways to salvage this situation.]

I'm glad I found you. You should get to decide who has that information.

[And destroy it if she wants. Unfortunately, he already knows what the card said, but he can't really undo that.]

[somethingbroke]

[She's still squinting at him, waiting for him to say something stupid and offensive. Waiting for him to give her a reason to bash his brains in. But he doesn't.]

[So maybe he's different from other Reals. She nods vigorously. The cards shouldn't have existed in the first place, but she should get to decide what to do with it. And she did. Not that she would have let him interfere, but still. It's the principle of the thing, and she appreciates that he understands that.]

[She looks away for a moment, then quickly presses her palms together in a sort of praying gesture. She tilts her head forward a bit. She hopes that gets across that she's grateful. Still pissed, but grateful.]

[eatsyourscience]

[He has a feeling he had a narrow miss with that bat, so he smiles a little, kind of sheepishly, and shakes his head.]

The only other person who saw it was the Real Mae. I was looking for you and found her instead.

[Hopefully that isn't a problem... He knows sometimes Mirrors and the Real things have complicated relationships.]

[somethingbroke]

[The Real Mae. That's not ideal, but she assumes that the Real Mae has heard plenty about her already. Mae doesn't really have any particular inclination to ever meet her in person. So this should be fine. She sighs quietly and shrugs.]

[eatsyourscience]

[Well, at least that didn't upset her.]

My name is Souji. I'm sorry it was under these circumstances, but I'm glad to meet you.

[somethingbroke]

[Souji. She's heard that name thrown around. One of the old-timers, sort of.]

[Is she glad to meet him? Maybe. She's at least glad he brought her that card, instead of showing it to anyone else. So she nods.]

[eatsyourscience]

If you ever need anything on this side, let me know. I'll do what I can to help you.

[somethingbroke]

[Thumbs-up.]

[She supposes this means she owes him one. Ugh.]