Homecoming Carnival, The Park, Friday

[bigdamnprincipal]

The weather had been kind, and it was just the right amount of cool for a Halloween-themed Homecoming carnival. The booths and activities were ready for visitors, and the Halloween decorations and spooooky music playing everywhere aimed to set the right kind of mood for everyone.

Yes, there was also black and orange glitter everywhere, because of course there was. Feel free to take some home with you, because it's going to be difficult not to!

[Have at it! Kissing Booths | Dunk Tanks | Pie Tossings | Food and Drink | Tables | Rides | Games]

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Re: Dunk Tank: Jonathan Sims

[intheeyeofthebeholding]

"It, um...seemed less professional?" Jon offered. Look, his only role models for this were his Oxford professors.

Re: Dunk Tank: Jonathan Sims

[existencemisspent]

“And thus we see the problem with modern society.”

Re: Dunk Tank: Jonathan Sims

[intheeyeofthebeholding]

"...Lack of coloured trousers?"

Re: Dunk Tank: Jonathan Sims

[existencemisspent]

"The belief that color is 'unprofessional'," Eliot said with a scoff. "I'm certain you could make any number of arguments regarding racism and colonialism and conformity out of it."

Re: Dunk Tank: Jonathan Sims

[intheeyeofthebeholding]

"Blame Beau Brummel," Jon said. "It's amazing how many of today's standards were started by one man with a grudge. If not for him, we might be wearing colours, high heels, and lace. Not that I necessarily disagree with the idea that the wealthy shouldn't control what's fashionable as a way to gatekeep the less fortunate from being able to make a difference in society, but his particular way involved far more of the same sort of thing he was supposedly against, only with less individuality and fewer flourishes."

Re: Dunk Tank: Jonathan Sims

[existencemisspent]

“Beau Brummell,” Eliot echoed. “You are such a nerd.”

Re: Dunk Tank: Jonathan Sims

[intheeyeofthebeholding]

Jon grimaced. "I didn't actually know that five minutes ago."

Re: Dunk Tank: Jonathan Sims

[existencemisspent]

“. . . And it just got creepy again. That happen to you a lot?”

Re: Dunk Tank: Jonathan Sims

[intheeyeofthebeholding]

"More than I'm entirely comfortable with," Jon admitted. "At least this knowledge wasn't excruciatingly horrifying?"

Re: Dunk Tank: Jonathan Sims

[existencemisspent]

“. . . True.”

Eliot scooped up a ball and stepped back.

“And on that note, shall we give this game a try?”

Re: Dunk Tank: Jonathan Sims

[intheeyeofthebeholding]

Jon waved him at it. "I get the feeling I'm about to get much wetter."

Re: Dunk Tank: Jonathan Sims

[existencemisspent]

“Depends,” Eliot mused. “On whether I decide to use magic or not.”

Re: Dunk Tank: Jonathan Sims

[intheeyeofthebeholding]

"I don't suppose I have any say in that," Jon noted.

Re: Dunk Tank: Jonathan Sims

[existencemisspent]

“I don’t know. What to I get if I do it your way?”

Re: Dunk Tank: Jonathan Sims

[intheeyeofthebeholding]

"I'm...not sure what I can offer," Jon said, "but I'm up for suggestions."

Re: Dunk Tank: Jonathan Sims

[existencemisspent]

“Use your imagination. For something other than fear.”

Re: Dunk Tank: Jonathan Sims

[intheeyeofthebeholding]

Pardon Jon, Eliot; it had been a while since he'd had to do that.

"More help researching your portal issue?" He offered. "I can drop by the school library, see what they have that might help."

It was slightly cheating, since he'd already planned on doing it, but it was the first thing he thought of.

Re: Dunk Tank: Jonathan Sims

[existencemisspent]

“Oh come now. You can do better than that.”

Re: Dunk Tank: Jonathan Sims

[intheeyeofthebeholding]

Jon sighed. "I could..." This was a bad idea. Then again, when had that ever stopped him? "I could let you clothes-shop for me."

Re: Dunk Tank: Jonathan Sims

[existencemisspent]

Eliot chuckled. “A bit warmer, but that sounds like more work for me.”

Re: Dunk Tank: Jonathan Sims

[intheeyeofthebeholding]

"I'm still open to suggestions," Jon said, at a loss. "I don't really have much aside from the ability to answer questions."

Re: Dunk Tank: Jonathan Sims

[existencemisspent]

Eliot rolled his eyes. "I'll spare you because you're a little pathetic," he decided. "And you can work on feeling like you're worth something."

Big words for a man with a constant, low-key death wish.

Re: Dunk Tank: Jonathan Sims

[intheeyeofthebeholding]

"What? I-I'm not sure what about this implies...I mean, just because I'm not good at coming up with things, that doesn't mean I'm pathetic."

He wasn't even obliquely touching his self-worth.

Re: Dunk Tank: Jonathan Sims

[existencemisspent]

"Mm hm." Eliot stepped back, wound up, and threw.

His aim was attrocious.

Re: Dunk Tank: Jonathan Sims

[intheeyeofthebeholding]

"...I think Jo did better than that. And you called me pathetic."

Jon, this was why you got hurt so often.