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𝕋ℍ𝔼 ℕ𝔼𝕏𝕋 ℕ𝕀𝔾ℍ𝕋. ([personal profile] nextnightmods) wrote in [community profile] logsinthenight2020-08-17 02:54 pm

EVENT LOG: COTTON CANDY HEARTS


EVENT LOG:
COTTON CANDY HEARTS


characters: everyone.
location: amusement park.
date/time: august 17 - 31.
content: time to enjoy a little time at the carnival!
warnings: n/a. please use cw tags as needed.

oh come, take my hand, and run through playland...

It's clear in the past two days of fevered work, the spirits are up to something. Collecting rainbow wigs and pinstriped jackets, gathering food and preparing decorations. There's no getting them to reveal the secret, though — any attempt to ask only results in an ominous gesture of silence. However, characters won't have to worry about what the spirits are up to for too long, as on the start of the 17th each and every resident of Beacon will be delivered a note, inviting them to come out and enjoy themselves at the Amusement Park.




ALL FUN AND GAMES.



Over the last few days, some of the food tucked away in the General Store, The Invincible's stock room, and the kitchens of The Landmark may have gone missing - but not to worry, because here it is, all stocked at little booths within the amusement park, ready for sampling! The enticing aromas of fried batter and sugar wafts through the air, no matter where you are in the park. Find old favorites, from funnel cakes to fried pickles, popcorn to whole turkey legs - or try something new! Ever had a corn dog wrapped in curly fries? How about a deep fried peanut butter and jelly sandwich on a stick? One spirit, currently chewing on a crispy battered pine cone, even offers a unique suggestion - bring it anything you like and it will deep fry it for you. You do have to eat it, though, that's the catch, or the spirit will be very irate and might take something of yours later to deep-fry and leave on your pillow. Don't waste good food!

At the end of the row, tables have been covered in classy checkered red-and-white tablecloths, and piled with ingredients, and it looks like ovens formerly belonging to some ruined village housing have been dragged all the way out here and plugged in, and are now waiting and ready. There's flour (all purpose, pastry, chickpea, and others, and - no, that's just a pile of sand on that plate), plenty of butter and sugar and spices, all sorts of summer fruits, and more. It's a pie making contest! The judge is the Lunch Lady spirit, who hmms and ahhs and ohhhhs wisely as they pace back and forth along the tables, observing the pies being made and occasionally taking tiny little samples with tiny little forks when the pies are baked. How will they decide the winner? That's their secret, for now!

But their delicate little tasting session has left the pies mostly unscathed, which means it's time for the pie eating contest! A rowdy quartet of squirrel-like spirits cheers everyone on who wishes to participate, and they squeak and chatter at participants, bringing pie after pie after pie directly to whoever walks over. How many can you get down?

If food isn't your style, though, carnie spirits host a number of games scattered throughout the park. They whistle and wave you over, jump on your shoulder if small or yell at you with animated limbs from above if quite tall, urging in their musical tones for anyone and everyone to come on down and give the games a try! Toss balls at a set of colorful stacked bottles, and see how many you can knock down in a single throw, with candy and costume jewelry for rewards. Fling a ring into a booth and land it around the head of the stuffed animal you want to win, if your aim is good enough. There's even a duo dunk tank set up - over a large tub, two chairs are suspended, each with an attached bucket of softballs and a target over the head of the chair. You and a friend get to climb in and see who can dunk who first!






MUST BE THIS TALL TO RIDE.



A carnival isn't a carnival without some rides to test your bravery with, is it? Past where the food booths and skill games are set up, there are a selection of them set up, all providing various levels of thrills. There's a roller coaster, of course, that's been constructed of wood and makes a loud rattling noise as it drives you through the loops and hills. There's also a tilt-a-whirl, a gravitron, and a log flume, if you're still feeling the effects of the heat wave.

For those less interested in thrill seeking, there are also slightly tamer rides, like the bumper cars, a ferris wheel, and the tunnel of love. All of these rides have the innate feeling of danger that you'd find at any theme park or carnival, but they operate quite safely, albeit with some creaking.





COTTON CANDY HEARTS.



Away from the fun and excitement, the Fun House has also come back to life. There's something a great deal more ominous about it than the rest of the celebration, however — in fact, spirits will actively attempt to steer residents away. However, those determined to explore can still find their way inside.

To start, it doesn't seem that abnormal. A mirrored maze, flashing lights and creepy music. However, as they travel through the mirrored halls, they'll notice something. Their reflection doesn't necessarily follow their movements. Actually, it seems like it is trying to get closer. Maybe that isn't their reflection at all?

Trapped and lost in the maze, eventually the reflections will become full-fledged matching doppelgängers of any character that entered. It's hard to tell the difference between the fake and the actual thing, though the doppelgängers will not speak, only chase — and chase aggressively. They will grow more and more aggressive in trying to reach their double, willing to go through potential distractions if they have to. Cutting them down seems ineffective at best; as long as there are reflections, the doubles will keep coming, growing more and more bloodied as they "die". Ultimately, they will not stop until characters exit the maze or they reach their exact match.

As they reach their match, they will reach out and grab their heart. Literally, hand through the chest and everything. It's as excruciatingly painful as it sounds. The doppelgänger will smile a demented, satisfied grin, and disappear immediately after without a trace. Any character that got nabbed by their double will suffer from lantern malfunctions for the rest of the event. You're more than welcome to pick what malfunction and to what extent!






FIND YOUR FORTUNE



Characters that have braved wandering outside the relative warmth and activity of the the celebration will find the rest of the amusement park still a little grim. Dark, worn down, abandoned. Plenty of the rides seem ominous at best and dangerous at worst. In their searching, characters are likely to happen upon a fortune teller lingering in the shadows.

If they are brave enough to approach, they'll find there is no need for a coin. Upon spotting them, the fortune teller will creak into motion, offering a spiel in a slightly monotone robotic voice. It's a little unnerving, though what is the worst a robotic fortune teller can really do?

Well, it turns out, every fortune the fortune teller provides always comes true. Some of them are harmless, like a prediction that they will win their next game of darts or find a cherry in their blueberry pie. Some will get far more grim fortunes, that they will find glass in their next drink or that they will step on a nail. Worst of all are fortunes that essentially force a character to do what they would normally wouldn't, like confessing a dark secret to the next person they see.

While you are welcome to make up your fortune, you are also able to put your character's name here to get a mod-generated fortune. There will be potential clues for future explores in these fortunes, though there is also a chance of receiving something else, such as an injury or a strange happenstance. No one will receive death in their fortune!







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patriotnow: (pic#13753701)

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[personal profile] patriotnow 2020-08-24 06:34 am (UTC)(link)
The general fare available to a Belter contraband runner can't generally be considered 'cuisine' by any measure so Ashford can't exactly be picky. He's downed more things did not know the contents of than he'd like to count, however he might have to draw the line at a clump of deep fried moss.

Though when he hears Rosinante's voice he pauses, gaze shifting over to consider the giant beanpole of a being.

"Be my guest," He says flatly, holding the moss ball in Rosinante's direction while seemingly trying to kill him with a dark glare.
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[personal profile] scarsolderthanyou 2020-08-24 06:50 am (UTC)(link)
You came to the right person, lady. Stone is pretty tall. Not as tall as someone like, say, Rosinante, but still pretty up there. He looks vaguely amused at the congregation of spirits blocking her bath, then pads around-- barefoot, but clearly not minding being so-- to grab the toy off the hook and offer it to her. "Need some help with the spirits, there, too?" he asks dryly.
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[personal profile] scarsolderthanyou 2020-08-24 06:52 am (UTC)(link)
Stone can't speak in this form, but he does raise all his spines like a quizzical bird raising its feathers, then tilts his head and beckons with one foreclaw. Come on in, then?

He may still be unaware of the particular weakness to water Rosinante has, having spent the flood entirely cut off from the inn folks, and being on a different exploration team down at the Helix.
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[personal profile] scarsolderthanyou 2020-08-24 06:54 am (UTC)(link)
"Don't be stupid, Ashford. The water's calm, and I'm not going to let you drown," Stone huffs at him.

He, at least, seems completely unphased by scars, skinny human ribs, or signs of age. It's not like he doesn't have plenty of scars and ribs and weathered skin, of his own. All he looks is impatient and implacable.
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Deep Freeze

[personal profile] patriotnow 2020-08-24 07:00 am (UTC)(link)
Ashford has no interest in potentially breaking his ribs in a bumper car but the games have him intrigued so he's on the look out for a potential competitor.

The man eyeing the stuffed dragon seems like a potential candidate.

"Interested in a little competition of no consequence?" He smirks mischievously and nods in the direction of the ring toss.

"You might get that little creature you have been looking at."
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[personal profile] patriotnow 2020-08-24 07:06 am (UTC)(link)
A foot tests the water.

"You know...you can call me Klaes."

He lets the foot settle in ankle deep. Then follows it hesitantly with the other.

Ashford then turns to look at Stone. Alright. He's in the water. Technically.

"Well...you going to teach or am I guessing?"

He even braves shuffling in to his knees, though he makes a face at the feeling of slippery moss and dirt sliding past his skin. He's not squeamish, so to speak, but the sensation is wholly new and, quite frankly, bizarre.
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[personal profile] scarsolderthanyou 2020-08-24 07:22 am (UTC)(link)
"Sure, if you want me to." Frankly, he'd stuck with Ashford for so long because it was a closer fit to a Raksuran name: Ash Ford. But he's known enough groundlings that he can adjust. "Klaes," he tries it out thoughtfully, wading out after him.

"And of course I'm going to teach you. I'm not going to trust you to work it out on your own, with no experience and no instincts. Here, come out to your waist."
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[personal profile] patriotnow 2020-08-24 07:36 am (UTC)(link)
"I am not bothered by 'Ashford' but it does seem strange to be called formally when I am no longer a captain or on a ship." Also back home his last name carried with it a reputation. It was currency.

Here it holds no such significance.

It takes him a minute to get to his waist, not for hesitation but because his weaker bones and lungs do make fighting even the most non-existent current a harder task.

"Alright. Here I am."
scarsolderthanyou: (amused)

[personal profile] scarsolderthanyou 2020-08-24 08:21 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, we certainly don't need to be formal," Stone says dryly, and makes the mental note to go with "Klaes" from now on. "All right. First things first, floating. If all else fails, this might at least keep you alive longer."

He puts a hand in the small of his back. "Take a breath, lay back, and let your feet come off the bottom. I'll keep you from going under if it's necessary."
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[personal profile] callada 2020-08-24 11:01 pm (UTC)(link)
"Uh."

Man, he does feel bad about Ashford. They got off on the wrong foot, and that's putting it the nicest way possible. He continues to try and make it up to him by being polite and offering pleasant conversation, but if the man never forgives him he won't blame him. It was an awful way to meet.

That said, looking down at... whatever that is in his hand, he's not sure how else to respond initially. He leans deeply downward as if getting a closer look at it will help.

"What is that?"
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[personal profile] callada 2020-08-24 11:58 pm (UTC)(link)
No need to hear words to understand clearly. Rosinante shakes his head.

"I'd rather not drown. Can't swim because of-" he begins, then abruptly clamps his mouth shut as a look of deep concern crosses his face. The content itself really isn't a secret, doesn't need to be, but the ease with which it all began to come right out is startling.
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[personal profile] patriotnow 2020-08-25 12:13 am (UTC)(link)
Ashford remains wary of Rosinante. With no reference point he can't be sure if his first encounter or the later ones are the reality. And he doesn't make a habit of letting his guard down easily, particularly with someone who could so easily be a formidable foe if they chose to be.

But he also doesn't see the point of making unnecessary conflict if there is a middle ground somewhere near distrusting neutral.

"It looks like the back hair of a backwater ice hauler..but I am guessing it is not that."
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[personal profile] patriotnow 2020-08-25 12:21 am (UTC)(link)
Well. At least he knows that Belters are decent at floating. That much he has heard from the lucky few who survived torture and interrogation in floating tanks on Earth.

He mutters something in Belter creole under his breath before letting himself bend backwards. His body stiffens instinctively when his feet and legs lose contact with the bottom as though he is bracing for a fall and for a moment he twitches amongst the current and his face briefly goes under. Not for long, but enough to make him spit out a mouthful of water when his face reemerges.
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[personal profile] paletteswap 2020-08-25 06:03 am (UTC)(link)
He's been caught! Huffing under his breath he has an icy retort about not wanting to participate in such childish nonsense. But then again, he's never participated in childish nonsense, even as a child.

"You are seeking a challenge?" He is a pretty competitive guy, and even if it is just tossing little rings, at least it's something that requires skill. That's not frivolous right? Right.

"What did you have in mind?"
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Re: FORTUNE TELLER

[personal profile] theimpatientone 2020-08-25 09:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Please give Merwen a fortune!
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[personal profile] shadowsran 2020-08-26 01:29 am (UTC)(link)
[She will be utterly, stupidly delighted, and remain so - thank you, eerie robot fortune master, and thank you rabbit.]
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[personal profile] clarius 2020-08-26 05:55 pm (UTC)(link)
"If it's not too much trouble for you," Lorem replies, doing her best to give a smile that reaches her eyes.

She tries to not sound too desperate, not wanting to offend the spirits that swarm her. Yet there's no denying the way her body is rigid - Only becoming tenser when a spirit or two bumps up against her in their excitement of a new stuffed toy being retrieved.
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[personal profile] clarius 2020-08-26 05:58 pm (UTC)(link)
The utter terror she feels from the music and the fortune teller aside, she is quite intrigued by the message! Lorem makes sure to note it down on her .comm bracelet's documents. She's never been a hiker but a jot down a path might do her consitution some wonders.

(Thank you, mods!)
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[personal profile] countershocks 2020-08-26 06:13 pm (UTC)(link)
"I already said no!"

Scowling, he glares at Cora — look, he still has some standards, here. He absolutely refuses to drive stupid-looking little cars.

And when the car suddenly starts moving, he can't help but yell, "Cora-san!" But when it's obvious nothing bad had happened, Law just... slowly, resolutely, leans his forehead against his palm.

"... great. You keep doing that, and you'll break your nose."
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[personal profile] countershocks 2020-08-26 06:15 pm (UTC)(link)
"That's — great, so you are that stupid. How exactly is it safer to test it on you?"

Why is everyone he knows a complete moron?
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[personal profile] worthallthis 2020-08-26 06:16 pm (UTC)(link)
"I don't know, it might not go very fast with me in it," Soldat says, a little dubiously. They look very small. They look even smaller with Rosinante on top of one of them.

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