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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

[bloodyashes]

Maybe it does, but "Asch the Bloody" isn't how he considers himself now. The honesty just gets a bit of a grumble. "You're probably right, but I don't think that's anything centuries would fix." Some forms of stubbornness aren't so easily lost.

The comments get consideration, but Asch huffs a little under his breath. "If what I'm giving them is glamour anyway, I'd rather it be something I made myself."

[seventhsong]

All forms, it seems. Lorelei regards Asch steadily for several long moments, weighing two responses to two different questions and finding them astonishingly alike.

A review of all other conversations follows. Lorelei had an exceptionally good memory most times, and the lack of knowing what was coming afterwards didn't change that. He missed it anyway, especially in times like these. Then at least he'd have known if there was any point in trying. After a time, as the teacups draw to a stop, he simply sighs. It is a sound of surrender.

"Alright. You win. Enjoy your day, my isofon. May it end peacefully for you."

He's going to go play some games the 'right' way and see if he can win something! It might not be real but he wanted a giant stuffed bunny.