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The Park, Most of Sunday

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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"Well, duh, yeah." Kenzi smirked a little, then toned it down, curious as to where this was going. "Are we talking normal dark, or Fandom dark, or...?" Details!

"Darkness not of this place. The end of your world as you would know it," she said, tightening her grip on Kenzi's hand. "It will fall to your dearest friend to save that world, but she will not be able to save you--you will sacrifice yourself so she may do her duty."

"What?" Kenzi blinked at the fortune-teller, and shook her head, not really processing that yet. "Good one, I mean, anyone could guess that my BFF is a girl. But that's just-- save the world?"

"Yes. It is destiny, my good lady. It will break her heart," she said, "but it cannot be avoided. Unless... you were to join us here." The fortune teller smiled at Kenzi as her voice became more hypnotic. "You would live and your friend, surely she will be fine."

"Ah. Ahahah, I get it now. Wow, you had me going there for a second." Kenzi's laugh was more nervous than she would've liked. "Right. Just join you guys and work up my own act--" Which actually could be kinda fun, she guessed. "And nothing bad will happen to me or Bo. Tchah!"

"I cannot be certain about your friend. I would need to see her to know, my good lady." And since she wasn't a fan of the hoochie coochie girls... "You can save yourself. There is still time," she said, clutching Kenzi's hand tightly to try to keep her in place.

Right, the great moves had become the downright creepy moves. Kenzi twisted her hand, nails out, rings aligned to scratch, and threw all her weight backward.

"Thanks, think I will! And get the hell out of here!"

The fortune teller scowled as her hands were scratched, but she let go of Kenzi nonetheless. "You will regret this!" she called. They would all regret not listening to her in the end.

"I regret my last hangover too, doesn't mean I wanna dwell on it!" Kenzi yelled over her shoulder as she ran out the tent.

Outside, panting for breath, she added one last thing.

"I got my money's worth!"

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