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logsinthenight2020-03-09 11:49 am
endlessflask) wrote in logsinthenight2020-03-09 11:49 am
Entry tags:
funnel cake or bust
characters: Eliot Waugh & OPEN
location: The Amusement Park
date/time: Second week-ish of March/a few days after the park's discovery.
content: You know, just a casual day at a weird fair.
warnings: Potential fun being had.
[ Now that Midge seems to be gone, Eliot feels odd staying inside the cabin. Not because he feels like he doesn't belong there, but because it had been nice to have someone around all the time. He appreciates consistency and routine more than he'll ever admit. But, he's a grown up (allegedly), and shit happens and you just have to deal with it when it does.
So rather than sit around in the dark cabin, drinking up Midge's wine, Eliot decides to just go out. He hopes he can meet more people, or maybe even people that already know him from his apparent first time here. Or maybe it's just nice to not sit around a dark house for a bit.
Either way, he can't really resist the appeal of checking out the newly found amusement park. ]
➼ i. DEEP FRIED GOODNESS
[ Is it even a carnival without the food?
Eliot doesn't consider himself athletically inclined enough for games, and if the rides were working he probably wouldn't really trust them. But food? Food he can definitely do, and food he definitely will do. He wanders around the food carts, pleasantly surprised at the normalcy of it all. The spirits seem eager to please, too, trying to lure him into their own specific delicacies.
Okay, so he ends up with a candied acorn that he gently discards when he's out of sight of the spirit who'd given it to him, but there it is. The Holy Grail of amusement park cuisine - funnel cake. And it's real, and there's no battered sticks or leaves, just fluffy, golden goodness with a sprinkling of powdered sugar.
This alone was probably worth coming out here. ]
➼ ii. FUN AND GAMES
[ He's got his funnel cake, so he decides to go see the games. Not that he'll actually play them, but Eliot has to admit he's curious to see what sort of prizes Beacon has on offer. He's not expecting anything amazing, but maybe, sort of, he's hoping for a surprise. Like something useful or something from home.
No. Instead there appear to be fish bowls, bullets, and foliage-stuffed plushies.
Okay, the stuffed animals are sort of cute.
The spirit manning the booth seems to catch on to Eliot looking at them, too, because it's urging him over. Apparently, it doesn't really take no for an answer, despite Eliot knowing he's got no chance. He sighs as he shoves the last of his funnel cake into his mouth and gets a handful of rocks to throw at the bottles.
Unsurprisingly, he doesn't win. He does manage to at least knock one bottle over, but Eliot had avoided sports as a rule during his formative years. He shrugs, and feels sort of bad that the spirit seems to be sad he didn't win. ]
Maybe next time.
➼ iii. TAKE ME FOR A RIDE
[ It's probably good that the rides aren't working. Eliot side-eyes the roller coaster as he goes by it. A ride that's basically assisted suicide? That seems pretty on brand for this place, and it makes him think that he doesn't really want to try any of the others if they ever do get powered up.
Who knows what's lurking inside the Haunted House?
It doesn't stop him from standing there, looking at the defunct rides. ]
Do you think when they work, they light up?
[ Because - What's the point of a Tunnel Of Love if it's just pitch black inside and you can't see shit? But if this all were to light up the way an amusement park should, it'd be insane. Eliot wonders how far the glow would cast. ]
➼ iv. WILDCARD
Choose your own amusement park shenanigans.
location: The Amusement Park
date/time: Second week-ish of March/a few days after the park's discovery.
content: You know, just a casual day at a weird fair.
warnings: Potential fun being had.
[ Now that Midge seems to be gone, Eliot feels odd staying inside the cabin. Not because he feels like he doesn't belong there, but because it had been nice to have someone around all the time. He appreciates consistency and routine more than he'll ever admit. But, he's a grown up (allegedly), and shit happens and you just have to deal with it when it does.
So rather than sit around in the dark cabin, drinking up Midge's wine, Eliot decides to just go out. He hopes he can meet more people, or maybe even people that already know him from his apparent first time here. Or maybe it's just nice to not sit around a dark house for a bit.
Either way, he can't really resist the appeal of checking out the newly found amusement park. ]
➼ i. DEEP FRIED GOODNESS
[ Is it even a carnival without the food?
Eliot doesn't consider himself athletically inclined enough for games, and if the rides were working he probably wouldn't really trust them. But food? Food he can definitely do, and food he definitely will do. He wanders around the food carts, pleasantly surprised at the normalcy of it all. The spirits seem eager to please, too, trying to lure him into their own specific delicacies.
Okay, so he ends up with a candied acorn that he gently discards when he's out of sight of the spirit who'd given it to him, but there it is. The Holy Grail of amusement park cuisine - funnel cake. And it's real, and there's no battered sticks or leaves, just fluffy, golden goodness with a sprinkling of powdered sugar.
This alone was probably worth coming out here. ]
➼ ii. FUN AND GAMES
[ He's got his funnel cake, so he decides to go see the games. Not that he'll actually play them, but Eliot has to admit he's curious to see what sort of prizes Beacon has on offer. He's not expecting anything amazing, but maybe, sort of, he's hoping for a surprise. Like something useful or something from home.
No. Instead there appear to be fish bowls, bullets, and foliage-stuffed plushies.
Okay, the stuffed animals are sort of cute.
The spirit manning the booth seems to catch on to Eliot looking at them, too, because it's urging him over. Apparently, it doesn't really take no for an answer, despite Eliot knowing he's got no chance. He sighs as he shoves the last of his funnel cake into his mouth and gets a handful of rocks to throw at the bottles.
Unsurprisingly, he doesn't win. He does manage to at least knock one bottle over, but Eliot had avoided sports as a rule during his formative years. He shrugs, and feels sort of bad that the spirit seems to be sad he didn't win. ]
Maybe next time.
➼ iii. TAKE ME FOR A RIDE
[ It's probably good that the rides aren't working. Eliot side-eyes the roller coaster as he goes by it. A ride that's basically assisted suicide? That seems pretty on brand for this place, and it makes him think that he doesn't really want to try any of the others if they ever do get powered up.
Who knows what's lurking inside the Haunted House?
It doesn't stop him from standing there, looking at the defunct rides. ]
Do you think when they work, they light up?
[ Because - What's the point of a Tunnel Of Love if it's just pitch black inside and you can't see shit? But if this all were to light up the way an amusement park should, it'd be insane. Eliot wonders how far the glow would cast. ]
➼ iv. WILDCARD
Choose your own amusement park shenanigans.
i.
And craning even his neck up in the direction of the top of the coaster. ... weird.
He lingers in his full winged form, all spines and scales and long spaded tail, for a few minutes before shifting down in a cloud of dark mist and wandering in, following his nose to the smell of food. And the smell of someone else alive-ish in here.]
Is that some kind of pastry?
no subject
It's rude to talk with one's mouth full. ]
Yeah, I guess. It's more like a donut than a pastry. Is a donut a pastry?
no subject
[He does obtain one from the vendor, giving it a curious sniff, then a bite. He considers it a moment.]
Not bad. What's it called?
no subject
It's called funnel cake. But it's not really cake, I think it's just easier than calling it Curly Fried Dough.
no subject
[Despite the complaint, Stone contentedly has some more. He's a big fan of groundling food, to be honest. The sweet and fried stuff is the best, way better than Raksuran flatbreads.]
And what are you called? I'm Stone.
no subject
Eliot. Not as cool or intimidating as Stone, but we can't all be so blessed.
no subject
If you think "Stone" is impressive, you should meet Malachite and Jade. Or Moon. All my people are named like that. Half the time it doesn't even wind up fitting-- River is nothing like a River, and Root is an aimless gossip, not a stable thing.
[He has another bite of his funnel cake before asking,]
Does Eliot mean something, for your people? Or is it a hereditary name?
no subject
[ Eliot gives a casual shrug. It's not exactly a subject he'd ever wanted to bring up with his parents, and he's never actually thought much about it except that it's just … His. He can't imagine being himself with any other name, at any rate. ]
no subject
[Stone shrugs.]
Not always, though. Mine was pretty much a whim. There hadn't been anybody named Stone in the court in a couple generations, so they figured it was time. Besides, all the really nice names were going to royal clutches. I was one consort with four warriors, so I didn't get a name like Sapphire or Opal or something.