The Park, Most of Sunday

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Had the carnival changed? Retreated? No, but perhaps it had filled up even worse over the past twenty-four hours or so.

The look on that mustached man's face certainly exuded a certain amount of triumph as the lights went on again early on Sunday morning. He stabbed the ground with his cane and watched; if experience counted for anything, then there would be yet more pouring into his carnival today.

The feeding was good, here.

That scent of cotton candy rolled over the island once more, and the carnival's music touched what it could not.

It's a new day, Fandom. Come, enjoy it.

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[dauntless-four.livejournal.com]

"Feeling a little stupid," Four admitted, "...and drafty. I never wander around without a shirt."

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[notconflicted]

"No one would mind if you did," Sia told him, letting go of him. "Welcome back."

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[dauntless-four.livejournal.com]

"Thanks," Four said, running his hand nervously through his hair. "Were a lot of people hurt?"

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[notconflicted]

"I'm not sure about hurt. A lot of people ended up as acts. Hence the hugging," she said. "We're getting everyone back."

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[dauntless-four.livejournal.com]

"Well, thanks," Four said, going a little red.

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[notconflicted]

"Anytime," she said with a little smile.

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[dauntless-four.livejournal.com]

"Maybe without the being killed part first?" Four replied.