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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.)).
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[He leads her inside the tent that, despite the light inside, seems impossibly dim at the edges. A small groups of townsfolk wait on one side, standing on sitting on hay bales, some looking excited and others peering with slight anxiety at the variety of creatures waiting in the proverbial wings.]
Ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to Dark's Pandemonium Traveling Sideshow. Let us give you a little peak into the unusual and mysterious. We shall amaze and delight...[As he speaks, he rolls up his sleeves further, exposing more of his tattooed forearms, and removes his cravat and unbuttons the top of the shirt to show that the illustrations extent over his chest as well. He's not just the leader, he's part of the act]
For my first act, let me bring up my lovely volunteer. [He gestures for Rise to step closer] Tell everyone your name, young lady...
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Rise! Rise Kujikawa. Hello everyone~!
[She gives a small wave to the audience. She hasn't been 'Risette' in some time, but it still took some self control to keep from using her stage name in a moment like this.]
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Rise. How unique. And rise you shall. Stand up straight now...yes, there you go...and keep your eyes on this.
[He pulls a watch out of his pocket. Dark dangles it in front of her face and sets it to spin. Very shortly, Rise will find that her mind fogs]
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She gives the watch a curious glance as he takes it out, but just assumes it must be that sort of show. It's just a carnival, there's nothing to be alarmed about here, right?
She might feel the tiniest twinge of apprehension, before the watch spins and her gaze starts to turn glassy. She'd expected something like that, but it's so hard to concentrate... what's even happening...?]
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Now, when I snap my fingers, your body will become rigid as a board.
[And then he does it. Every muscle in her body seems to lock up as if she was bound invisibly like some kind of mummy.]
Sturdy and motionless as a tree. Allow me to demonstrate.
[Which he does...by putting his hands on his shoulders and gently shoving her backwards. Locked up straight, all Rise can do is fall backwards like a log...though she is quickly caught by the bug man. Chitinous, clawed hands, centered on the small of her back, lift her vertically into the air, and her body stays as it is. Locked in stasis like a doll.]
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There are so many ways she'd be reacting if she could. A shudder of panic at the fall, a cringe at the clawed hands lifting her up... none of which actually happens. She remains perfectly still, with the only signs of her anxiety being her slightly widened eyes glancing around and her ever-so-slightly quickened gasping breaths.
This is all part of the act, right? It must be. There can't actually be anything to worry about. She honestly can't think of any reason to truly be afraid, but she can't think of any assurance that she's perfectly safe, either. All she's left with are the raw emotions in the moment, which are extremely confused and uncertain. What's going to happen next?]