+ 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

[talesuntold]

That gets him a wry smile. "I'm always surrounded by Newsies. Alright. Do you stop by the donation boxes in your pursuit of truth, or are those to be avoided?"

[postictal]

"Not really that eager to lose more memories," he says, wry, before her words catch up to him. She's joking, right? Like, she's gotta be joking?

"I...I mean, I don't think I really count. As a Newsie. Like, I'm not really part of the staff, just kind of...George puts up with me."

[talesuntold]

"My vocabulary is extensive enough that I feel comfortable working around whatever word I may lose. I'm curious whether I'd lose it in multiple languages. ...Though it would be inconvenient to lose, oh, I don't know, a pronoun?" She's not kidding, in fact. This is one of the areas where Maggie is willing to take cues from Georgia, so she's actually already done it.

Maggie fixes him with a look. "Georgia Mason has never struck me as the most tolerant person in the world, in either of her lives. If she spends time around you, she has some measure of respect for you. And looking for answers is a very Newsie priority."

[postictal]

He’s not smart enough to afford that kind of loss. He isn’t. He’s not a linguist, he doesn’t know a lot of synonyms for things, and at least when he does lose memories, he can recognize their absence. It’s not ideal, but when it comes down to it, he prefers that. Knowing that something’s missing.

He shifts on the spot, trying for a shrug.

“I’m more like, Jay’s handler,” he says, and he only partially means it for a joke.

[talesuntold]

"Keeping members of the team in one piece is a valuable service," Maggie tells him, grinning. "It earns you a place at staff meetings."

She pauses, then adds. "And actually, I've already made a donation. Would you like to see what I got in return? All the information, none of the memory loss. I'm not certain what word I'm missing, but I haven't yet stumbled in English and I think my Spanish is fine."

[postictal]

“Sure,” says Tim, relieved to get the conversation moving away from himself. Answers. Mysteries. Memory loss. All subjects that are, regrettably, much more his speed. “I didn’t think people would...get anything, really. I mean, isn’t that the point of making it a donation?”

[talesuntold]

"I wonder if Mirrors ever receive trading cards about us?" Maggie muses, passing Tim hers. "I got these, a shower of confetti, and thirty seconds of annoying music."

[postictal]

He turns the cards over in his hands, studying them with his brow furrowed thoughtfully. They looked like trading cards, sure, but there’s gotta be more to them than that.

“Wonder who printed up those little fun facts,” he mutters. He doesn’t think he knows either associated Real, but they’re bound to be interested, aren’t they?