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[animusmods]

Characters: Anyone coming to Zo's carnival
Setting: Cafeteria; please specify the date and location in the carnival in your subject header!
Format: Anything
Summary: Zo has set up a carnival for the residents, but it's not meant to last. Anyone wandering after the bombs go off might see things they never wanted to see...
Warnings: Psychological and body horror
Note: Characters entering the carnival from the 27th to the 30th will experience visions! Please refer to the info post for details and reply to this thread if your character enters the carnival during these days.

[The carnival has taken up the entirety of the cafeteria. A large roller coaster and ferris wheel tower over the residents, while a child-sized roller coaster, a merry-go-round, and spinning teacups project much less daunting silhouettes. Stands are set up with standard carnival foods available, from ice cream to cotton candy. These stands do not ask for anything as payment.

On the twenty-seventh, the carnival appearance changes. The machinery all appears rusted and broken down, as if weathered with decades of rain and snow. Plants grow up and around the rides, ruining them, and all the food is rotten.]

Comments

[stitchedupbodyguard]

I...[She paused, realizing at this moment that she was carrying a conversation with the guy that killed Rick. She hated this guy.

But unfortunately he thought similarly to her, so they could carry a conversation.]

B-both, actually. Y-you never know what's g-going to happen, so you should be ready f-for a-anything, now or later. I've been through enough t-to think like that.

[neverbeamemory]

[Rick had charged for him, foolishly. It would always be Rick's own fault. The cat would have bitten off his nose if it'd been given the chance.]

If I recall correctly...I imagine it will be much colder.

[Casting his mind back- losing his gaze in the roller coaster as it goes around again.]

[stitchedupbodyguard]

[Only because he had killed someone else.]

...W-well, it will be winter soon. December f-from the feel of it.

[neverbeamemory]

Or so we are made to believe.

[It's much colder, he knows, though temperature isn't something that really affects Sephiroth. He won't be needing to wrap up like anyone else, unless Jason pulls a similar stunt on him as last year.]

[stitchedupbodyguard]

Still, it s-shows us w-what season it... p-probably is.

[Yeah, it was kind of worthless, but it did give Veronica some concept of how long she'd been here.]

[neverbeamemory]

If the World on which this Tower stands even has seasons.

[Though, without something to mark the passage of time there wouldn't be anyway to keep track of how long any one soul had been contained here. Sure there was the timer now but was that even a real representation of time?]

But for some reason we are made to think so- [He nods more to the roller coaster than to Veronica. His theory with regards to Glamour and the wider illusion of the Tower gets stronger every day.]

-How important to us is that, do you think?

[stitchedupbodyguard]

...A bit?

[She really wasn't the best person to ask about Human nature, but what can you do?]

It's one of t-those things that's just natural to you. S-something that y-you experience every d-day. T-to h-have that gone.. would b-be a big shock.

[neverbeamemory]

[Neither is he, he's theoretically speaking only. Where he was before coming to the Tower - there was no measurable time within the life of his own Planet.]

It really is all about keeping it as real for the majority as possible...

[He's musing out-loud again, just watching the roller coaster go around.]

[stitchedupbodyguard]

...I guess it is.

[And she watches it as well.]

[neverbeamemory]

[There really is nothing else to be said for it. Sephiroth drops his gaze from the ride and turns his head towards Veronica once more.]

Never forget that.

[He steps, this time away from Veronica. Turning after another stride to leave her stood there. Unless engaged again Sephiroth will sweep away to continue his patrol of the carnival, before eventually heading for the stairwell.]