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[ en ] tranceway . m . o . d . s. ([personal profile] vitaelamorte) wrote in [community profile] entrancelogs2018-03-09 10:34 am
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+ Somewhere a Grandiose Carnival Was Going on in the Sky +

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!
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[personal profile] rightcall 2018-03-29 03:59 am (UTC)(link)
( clementine nods, appreciating the honest answer for what it is. no one really owes anyone else any honesty. people have a right t say what they want and to not share anymore than that so she doesn't press. she just walks alongside him in the quiet that follows.

they're nearly to the shooting range when something else occurs to her. )


Is that... comfortable?

( the suit. it looks badass. it is very protective but also very metal. )
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[personal profile] expunge 2018-03-31 08:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Armor's not meant to be comfortable. ( it's heavy, meant more for protecting shit that jason probably doesn't need protection from. this isn't gotham, but it's not as if he ever wears other shit. even when his helmet isn't on, he's got armor on under his hoodie.

jason reaches a hand out, plants a gloved palm against the top of clementine's head.)


It's efficient. ( and hides his face, which is always good. )
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[personal profile] rightcall 2018-04-03 03:50 am (UTC)(link)
( clemntine lifts her eyebrows as he plants a hand on her head, staring up at it in confusion briefly before her gaze moves to him again. she shrugs after a moment, folding her arms loosely across her chest. finally, a little smirk leaves her. )

Yeah. Meant to keep you protected and stronger more than anything. Looks like it must do the job.

I'm Clementine by the way. ( she doesn't really know what to call him, but she doubts she's running around people giving them an actual name if he's all suited up and masked all the time. )