+ 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

[walkingheroin]

So, yes, that's my fancy ability. Each of my siblings has their own, for example my brother Amenadiel can stop time. [A beat.] Or, at least, he could before he Fell.

[He waves that off.]

My Father decided to give me my wings back while I was home as well, though I haven't decided yet if I'm going to cut them off or not.

[There could not be more disdain in the word father if he tried.]

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You--you have wings?

[ Whoa. She swallows what remained of the food in her mouth, awestruck. No wonder he asked her about that when they first spoke. ]

Does that mean you can fly?

[ Forget about potential semi-murder confessions and daddy issues, this is way cooler! ]

[walkingheroin]

I'm not a penguin.

[He would look offended if it were possible to offend him with something like this. It's more for show than anything else.]

Of course, I can fly.

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[ His first comment almost gets lost on her until she hears the second one. Then her eyes light up even more than they already had. ]

Can we go flying?! It could be like the Neverending Story!

[ The evil edition! ]

[walkingheroin]

[He blinks briefly.]

Does that make me Falkor?

[He seems very unsure about this.]