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paradisalogs2014-10-25 10:31 pm
dark_circus) wrote in paradisalogs2014-10-25 10:31 pm
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By the pricking of my thumbs...
Who: Everyone
What: A carnival arrives
When: October 26th-29th
Where: The grounds between the city and the castle
Rating: pg-13 for some dark themes and mild horror
It's the early hours of the morning when everything is still dark that it happens. Heralded by the sound of calliope music and the crunch of dirt as the wagon train crests the hill nearing the castle. Other than this, there is very little sound to be heard as they halt off of the side of the path. A chill wind cuts through the air as a man disembarks the lead wagon, gazes up at the towering walls of the castle, and then directs a silent symphony with the wave of his hand. Wagons scatter and unfold, issuing forth a stream of dark figures and fluttering tents, like great bats in the night. The whole thing takes only minutes, and then is still.
By day, it seems mostly normal. The dark tents are brightly colored in the daylight, if not faded, and the air resounds with music and smells of popcorn and cotton candy. There's plenty to do and see to a casual attendee. The midway bristles with simple fair games ring tosses to balloon popping to a strongman game. There are small attractions everywhere like jugglers and fire-eaters. Those tired of games might brave the mirror maze, though it's an unsettling place even in the day. There is a small zoo to browse. Some of the animals are ordinary - pigs, goats, ponies, and ducks, though there are odd additions such as small blue horses, long-tailed antelopes, and a spotted lion (in a cage).There is a merry-go-round, but a sign out front reads out of order. The large tent at the end of the fairway is shut during these hours, though not necessarily to more adventurous prying eyes.
But the real attraction starts long after the sun has set. Flyers will circulate to patrons advertising the sideshow. Maybe you'll be handed one by a worker, or see it blowing over the leaf-strewn ground, or maybe the owner himself will place it into your hands. Mr. Dark, a tall man in an impeccable black suit, the sleeves rolled back to reveal arms covered in colorful tattoos, prowls the grounds greeting and amazing those he meets.
It's in the dark that the wrongness lurking just out of the corner of one's eye comes out to play. Mr. Dark, stripped to the waist to show off his grotesque menagerie of creatures on his skin, gladly draws in visitors to the freakshow within the dimly lit interior of the tent. See the blind seer, her eyes sewn closed. See the conjoined twins, the bearded lady, the human skeleton. An insect-like humanoid lifts weights over here. A blank-faced bat-winged creature lurks near top of the tent. An elven-featured face, collared with an iron necklace, floats disembodied on another side, invisible hands juggling objects.
And outside, the stationary merry-go-rounds moves, a siren song playing from inside, a ghostly green glow wisping from it's edges like smoke. Why don't you come take a ride? See a show? Step into the shadows...
((NOTE: Log will be divided by days. Please specify day or night in your post header. NPC interaction is most likely during the night, but Mr. Dark is available at all hours. If you'd like interaction with him or any other npc, do no hesitate to pm any mod account or post in the ooc comm.)).
What: A carnival arrives
When: October 26th-29th
Where: The grounds between the city and the castle
Rating: pg-13 for some dark themes and mild horror
It's the early hours of the morning when everything is still dark that it happens. Heralded by the sound of calliope music and the crunch of dirt as the wagon train crests the hill nearing the castle. Other than this, there is very little sound to be heard as they halt off of the side of the path. A chill wind cuts through the air as a man disembarks the lead wagon, gazes up at the towering walls of the castle, and then directs a silent symphony with the wave of his hand. Wagons scatter and unfold, issuing forth a stream of dark figures and fluttering tents, like great bats in the night. The whole thing takes only minutes, and then is still.
By day, it seems mostly normal. The dark tents are brightly colored in the daylight, if not faded, and the air resounds with music and smells of popcorn and cotton candy. There's plenty to do and see to a casual attendee. The midway bristles with simple fair games ring tosses to balloon popping to a strongman game. There are small attractions everywhere like jugglers and fire-eaters. Those tired of games might brave the mirror maze, though it's an unsettling place even in the day. There is a small zoo to browse. Some of the animals are ordinary - pigs, goats, ponies, and ducks, though there are odd additions such as small blue horses, long-tailed antelopes, and a spotted lion (in a cage).There is a merry-go-round, but a sign out front reads out of order. The large tent at the end of the fairway is shut during these hours, though not necessarily to more adventurous prying eyes.
But the real attraction starts long after the sun has set. Flyers will circulate to patrons advertising the sideshow. Maybe you'll be handed one by a worker, or see it blowing over the leaf-strewn ground, or maybe the owner himself will place it into your hands. Mr. Dark, a tall man in an impeccable black suit, the sleeves rolled back to reveal arms covered in colorful tattoos, prowls the grounds greeting and amazing those he meets.
It's in the dark that the wrongness lurking just out of the corner of one's eye comes out to play. Mr. Dark, stripped to the waist to show off his grotesque menagerie of creatures on his skin, gladly draws in visitors to the freakshow within the dimly lit interior of the tent. See the blind seer, her eyes sewn closed. See the conjoined twins, the bearded lady, the human skeleton. An insect-like humanoid lifts weights over here. A blank-faced bat-winged creature lurks near top of the tent. An elven-featured face, collared with an iron necklace, floats disembodied on another side, invisible hands juggling objects.
And outside, the stationary merry-go-rounds moves, a siren song playing from inside, a ghostly green glow wisping from it's edges like smoke. Why don't you come take a ride? See a show? Step into the shadows...
((NOTE: Log will be divided by days. Please specify day or night in your post header. NPC interaction is most likely during the night, but Mr. Dark is available at all hours. If you'd like interaction with him or any other npc, do no hesitate to pm any mod account or post in the ooc comm.)).
Oct. 29
Day
[If anyone should run into Rise at the carnival today, they might have a hard time recognizing her. Her trademark twintails are gone, replaced by an elaborate braided updo. Instead of her usual fresh-faced, youthful look, she sports dark lipstick and smoky eyes. Unnaturally long and full eyelashes combined with flawlessly smooth complexion almost makes her look like a doll or mannequin, from the neck up.
During the day, she wanders the carnival wearing a dark outfit that looks opaque from a distance. However, up close, one can see that the various colors and patterns aren't part of the clothes... they're a part of her. From the neck down, every inch of her skin is tattooed in colorful, feminine patterns... mainly floral designs and representations of nymphs, fairies and mermaids. Each and every figure illustrated on her skin is just as scantily clad as she is, under the mesh. Though the skimpy outfit is designed to resemble pretty lingerie, it's fairly modest by comparison. It has to stay on during her performance, after all.
She won't particularly pay attention to any patrons who don't capture her interest, and to do that, they must notice her first. It's what she comes out for... to grace their guests with her presence, and her daytime show.]
[B - Afternoon Show]
[Late in the afternoon, approaching but not quite twilight, a mysterious stage that may not have even been on the grounds before today lights up. Announcers introduce the 'fabulous Risette', to which Rise steps out from behind the curtain, her smile plastic and hard to believe as genuine.
Wordlessly, with her expression shifting between that smile and much more believable sly, seductive looks at her precious audience, she launches into her contortion and dance routine. The mesh suit is discarded as part of the act, leaving her both as nude as she could possibly get without dipping into impropriety, but also covered by the various images drawn into her skin. Immodesty covered by the illusion of modesty.
At the end of her show, as she retreats into the curtains, she gives one last longing, tempting gaze into the gathered audience. Simultaneously begging for their attention and promising more to come. Her evening show in the tent would be even more scandalous and sensational... this was just a tease for the main event. Still, she doesn't like to retreat away from attention, so she'll still wander the grounds until then, the mesh suit she'd stripped out of discarded and forgotten on the stage. Feeling all those eyes on her is what she lives for, after all...]
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Wade's jaw drops and she runs over to intercept the girl]
Um. Wow. Rise. You look...different.
[Worryingly so]
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Taking a step towards Wade, she dips her head, spreads out her arms a little and twirls to show off her new look. The tattoos seen through her mesh outfit really do cover every visible inch of her body, back and front. Facing Wade again, she lifts her eyes, questioningly. Still smiling. It's not verbal, but there's a clear message: Do you like what you see?
She's a living work of art in so many ways, isn't she? She hopes Wade can appreciate that. If so, she'd be perfectly willing to grace her with her company for a while.]
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They're very pretty but...when did this happen?
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Rise, I'm pretty sure those weren't there yesterday and they definitely weren't there last week. What's wrong with you?
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Then she turns the look back to Wade, clearly alarmed at something. Oddly, the thing she's alarmed about doesn't seem to be Wade herself, nor the implication that her
beautifultattoos are actually new. She's just... confused. She likes this woman, why is she saying and doing such strange things?]no subject
Please. Sugar said you didn't come back to the castle last night.
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Instead, she turns to Wade, wide eyes as bright and excited as her smile. Without warning, she slips in and hooks her arm under Wade's, clinging tightly. Glancing over at Wade expectantly, she flashes a broad grin and gives a gentle nudge.
... Apparently, she wants Wade to escort her on her walk through the carnival? For some reason?]
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Is there something you want to show me?
[She thinks maybe there's a reason she can't say anything, and Rise is taking her somewhere they can talk, or to something that would give her a clue]
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It's not remotely time for her show yet, but the stage is still in place, with signs advertising Risette's performance. The signs are pretty vague on the details, but they sure do seem to want to convince people of how amazing she is, with words like "fabulous" or "incredible" peppered throughout.
Rise's smile as she leads Wade through continues to be unusually bright and cheerful. She's clearly very proud of this little corner of the carnival, and tosses a curious glance at Wade for her reaction. See? She should be happy someone like Rise has taken an interest in her!]
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Maybe it's just his imagination. Or maybe it's well earned paranoia from being here so long. Either way, as he's looking around he isn't exactly expecting to see Rise in the crowd looking... well, so uh, yeah. Like she does.]
Rise?
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Looking up at him with obvious interest, she tones down her grin into a more polite smile, and bats her eyelashes to somehow indicate she's paying attention if he wishes to speak.
Or he could admire her in silence. That's equally acceptable.]
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But the step back is unexpected. Her lips part, almost as if she's about to speak. But instead she just tilts her head, frowning in confusion.]