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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Re: Game Booths

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It was, somehow, both a surprising emotional high and the worst thing in the world all at once to have Cosette standing there and looking at her with genuine concern. Éponine stared back at her, awash in a mess of relief and resentment and trying to think of something to say; she wanted to thank Cosette and curse her out.

She opened and closed her mouth a few times in indecision, but the gratitude and anger seemed to cancel each other out and leave her at a complete loss for words. She couldn't pull her thoughts together enough to process what had just happened, let alone come up with words.

It was all just too much; she turned and ran away.