Trooper Station | Friday

[robinonadderall]

Stiles was pretty curious about that carnival he saw on the way to work. Super curious. He was kind of leery about carnival rides because they seemed like they were built by old drunks but he loved the food. He was seriously considering stopping there after work.

Or he'd leave work early to stop by. It's not like there was a lot to do today.

The Park, All Day Friday

[fh_thumbprick]

On Friday morning, a strange mist rolled out from the park. It smelled sweetly of cotton candy, much like the scent of the night before. When the mist ebbed, it left something in its wake: tents and booths and rides, spread somewhat haphazardly around the park.

A moment later, the lights went on. At the front, an arch that bore a sign: Cooger & Dark's Pandemonium Shadow Show.

A tall man with a dark mustache stepped through the arch. He took momentary notice of the carnival's surroundings. Then he clasped his hands together and turned around, disappearing into a small tent just off the carnival grounds proper.

As the attractions turned on one by one, music drifted from each ride like the mist that had come before it. It could be heard everywhere on the island, inviting anyone with the time and the wish for merriment to approach and try its many delights...

Across the street from the park -- and the carnival, Friday afternoon

[14andseven]

Roland had taken approximately thirty seconds standing at the gate of the carnival to conclude that, yes. That was an evil carnival.

The music it put out was just . . . off. Like a Sousa march being played in minor key. That kept going sharp in the oddest places.

It was not the first time Roland had stood across from something that seeped evil intent and countered it with his own music. He'd even won, the last time. Of course, then he'd ended up banished to an evil dimension for a couple days.

Still. Couldn't let this go without doing at least something.

So Roland was here. Across the street from the carnival. Playing the most positive, good intentioned, mood-lifting music he knew.

Enjoy your magical Beatles/John Lennon medley, Fandom. At least maybe it'd help the folks who managed to escape.

[ooc: no really, there are actual magical mood lifters in the music. Effects are moddable, but generally should leave a character who listens feeling upbeat and energized. Fun with bard powers!]

The Devil's Nest, Friday evening

[allie-vamp.livejournal.com]

Allie had planned on checking out the carnival after her shift was over. Unfortunately the island had other plans. That's why Tiny was serving drinks while a small bat fluttered around the ceiling.

[On vacation, drinking at the beach for the next week...]