+ 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

[mucked]

[ the sound of a hum passes her lips. near-laughter, but demure enough to pass for anything but. downplaying her agreement is just her own kind of doesn't suit me. as she grows more comfortable with the existence of the rifle sitting between them, with the idea of tech so advanced, her body language becomes more filtered. ]

I know an ego or two who could benefit from that very lesson. [ she smiles. ] Do you take requests or do you build only for yourself?

[ she doesn't have anything in mind right now. but it'll be damned good to know, won't it? ]

[beatupgrass]

I take requests. [He can read between the lines and there's a certain eagerness in his rusty red eyes. He's not the type of person who ought to be left idle, and the training room's new simulator will be ready within the next month.] I gotta keep busy or else I'll go crazy in this place.

[mucked]

[ spies can be naturally trustless creatures. in peggy's case, it's less to do with nature and far more to do with training: she yearns to compartmentalize all her technological connections. it's good to have more than the one shoulder to tap when the going gets rough.

rougher. ]

I know what you mean. [ she leans her hip against the carnival game's counter. her arms cross. ] My usual pastimes aren't in much demand, here. I've had to make my own kind of busy.

[beatupgrass]

By challenging idiots like Rip to shooting contests and takin' 'em for all they've got?

[It seems very appropriate that a raccoon face is very good at cheeky expressions, even if the grin is all sharp teeth.]

[mucked]

[ idiots like rip, he says, and peggy won't lift a finger to defend the man. it's not her way, she's not the sort, and she can already tell that rocket uses epithets like that one as casually as someone else might use any other adjective. nor does she see fit to explain the finer details of that particular shooting contest -- that rip had managed to goad her into a second round of shooting using their off hands. she'd lost that one, and his odd little broadcast had been a way to rub it in her face.

peggy won't do any of these things because it suits her much better to embrace the victory, to smile a toothy smile of her own, and nod along with rocket's verdict. she also won't do any of these things because (from the sounds of it) rip never betrayed that part of the story. ]

Oh, I could have taken him for more than his beard. [ mostly true. ] He should consider himself lucky I was feeling merciful, at the time. But seeing as I've yet to find a decent game of poker in my ten months, here, I find my wagers elsewhere.

[beatupgrass]

[Rocket's ears flick a bit. He had to pick up poker from various people over here, having mostly been accustomed to games like Skrull Hold-Em and their ilk. The problem for Peggy is she won't get a decent game out of him, because he's a terrible gambler, but he doesn't seem to be aware of this fact, personally.]

That a fact? [He turns his attention back to the newly set-up targets and takes a few more shots at them, the gun making a satisfying kzzwark, barely hiding the sound of the ping as laser hits target.] You clearly haven't played me yet.

[This is going to go terribly for Rocket.]

[mucked]

Rocket. [ will she ever get used to saying it like it's a name? though, on the topic, it's not as though rip is any more name-like. good god, what's the world(s) coming to? ] Are you challenging an accused hustler to a card game?

[ her brows lift up, mock innocent, as she takes measure of his bravado. ]

[beatupgrass]

[he shrugs. raccoons shouldn't be able to shrug.] Where'd the challenge be if I didn't?

[mucked]

Have it your way.

[ peggy cedes a hand or two. a game, maybe, at some point in the near future. ordinarily she might never agree -- but she's less interested in winning and more interested in better getting to know someone who shares her larger universe. and a poker game can be so revealing. ]

I'll pencil it into my agenda, shall I? One hastily won game, [ she plays up her own bravado -- for fun more than in earnest. ] I'm looking forward to it.

[beatupgrass]

Don't get too cocky. Maybe I'll teach you how to play Skrull Hold-Em, and we'll see who has the real advantage. [This is going to be delightful.

For Peggy.

But Rocket seems to believe it's going to be delightful for himself, too. Occasionally, he lacks self-awareness.]

[mucked]

Ah, see, that would be a rookie's mistake if I made it: playing a game against the person who'd just taught to me. [ but she doesn't sound all that put off by the prospect. what the devil is a skrull, anyway? ] However, poker is dreadful dull with only two. We'll need at least one other to take for all they're worth.

[ okay, so maybe she is a bit of a hustler. ]

[beatupgrass]

[Rocket's lips curl back, exposing his sharp teeth in a grin that's somehow more cheeky, than threatening.]

I could find someone or we could just agree on it bein' Rip.

[mucked]

[ you know? it still comes off a little threatening -- but only to the unadjusted mind. peggy clears her throat, takes a moment to acclimatize to the grin, and misses only a beat or two before: ]

That would be a wicked thing to do, wouldn't it? Deal a man into a card game without asking first. [ but she doesn't sound too too bothered. ] I'll see to the arrangements.

[ translation: leave 'dealing him in' to her. ]