This is just the sort of social event Jupiter loves and as soon as classes are out for the afternoon, she hightails it downtown to get in on the action. She's hard to miss in a pithy t-shirt and tye-dyed overalls. Catch her begging friends to ride the ferris wheel over and over, heckling midway game players and chowing down on garbage in search of a new, unique flavor combination.
Jup and Kermie decide fairly early in the afternoon to run their little hell contest, and she's watching you to see if you puke.
Kermie l o v e s a big wizard to-do. So bright! So loud! So cute!! He's down there in his very best thrift store windbreaker, trying to outshine and out-noise all the rides and games, and he really truly believes Mayor Hull when she tells him this time he can take down that milk bottle. Thirty-third time's the charm, Creekmore, give it all you've got!
Unlike Jupiter, Kermit is absolutely not paying attention to who does and doesn't lose their lunch. This is the honor system!! Thanks for being honorable, guys!!
Oooh, local hometown darling Fred Adler has a ~*~date~*~, which means it's time to Dress to Impress!! Today's fashion stylings of Fred Adler include a butterfly crown, an excessive amount of barrettes, a fanny pack, and some threads that were never meant to be paired together. As promised she swings by Mothgarden after classes end to pick Audrey up, and then it's off to the festival!! Does splitting a rainbow grilled cheese sound romantic?? Does winning a Minions unlock a hidden door?? (Oh boy, that Gravitron looks like Too Much for her.)
Catch her yelling "NooOoOO!!" every time someone asks if that's her dad on guitar.
They're not as school so dress code doesn't apply, which means bralettes and booty shorts are on display. Her flimsy cardigan is often artfully slipping off her shoulders so cute girls boys can see her guns. If her friends take their eyes off her for a second, she'd ditched them to check out something else that looks fun.
She and Mary Grace are fighting for the attention of some girl but definitely not in a gay way.
Laszlo begins the celebration by reuniting with his mother. He honestly spends quite a bit of time with her, but onlookers can tell their relationship is awkward, like they're still strangers. After that, he sets to casing the midway games and analyzing them.
It's clear why once he begins playing them, and actually winning. Would someone like this unlicensed Bart Simpson in felt Quodpot robes? He offered it to his mother but she politely declined.
Mary Grace is here to go hard on this carnival shit, and she will be paying the price. She gets an armful of gross food before she starts to wander the midway, where are tries a little too much to casually win cute prizes for cute girls (no homo).
By the time she makes it to the rides, that carnie food ain't sitting so well, but Mary Grace ain't one to get upset just because she splattered the pavement in front of a bunch of snooty private school kids. Sup. Want a stuffed jackalope?
Much like every day, you can't miss Oliver today, which was perhaps poor foresight on his part because his mother and grandmother easily track him down to introduce him to the folks manning the BoMB informational table. Spot our brightly dressed young man smack dab in the middle of a lot of dour black-clothed adults, donning the most painfully panicked smile in existence as he fumbles through a Proper Adult Pureblood Interaction. Afterward, though, he escapes and spends the rest of the evening as a comet, swinging through the carnival at high speeds always headed somewhere, occasionally caught in the orbit of other students, palpably more anxious than usual.
He's hoping he throws up on the Gravitron because vomiting might help him feel better.
This is a fun casual late summer fair, so naturally Presley has shown up in all-black: black leather Chelsea boots, black jeans, black T-shirt and a black denim jacket over top. The only hint that he might be capable of whimsy is a glittery pin on his jacket.
Carnivals aren't really Presley's thing, but free tickets are a powerful incentive. He makes a point of finding Dez and saying hello, then spends most of his time just wandering the street, watching other people have more fun than him.
Armani may not have a date, but he's dropping some SUBTLE HINTS with his outfit that he's in the market for one. He's trying for a more approachable look, swapping black for baby pink and dramatic robes for a cheerful pair of striped culotte shorts.
He's staying away from the Gavitron to avoid his puking peers and mostly hangs around The Midway, watching carnival games and asking BoMB employees about Mothman, vampires, and Timotheye. The questions start off seemingly innocuous but get a little thirstier each time he tries to dig a little deeper. ("Have you ever met one of the Appalachian Lepidopterites?" vs. "What type of person was their Queen?" vs. "Do you think their King will ever be able to heal from his loss and find true love again?")
Audrey's technically on a date with Fred, how cool is that? She's really excited. These little celebrations are adorable. And know what's better? It's sweater and shorts weather. She should probably dress up for her date, but the most dressed up she gets is a cream fisherman's sweater that's clearly made for an old man and doodle-covered jorts. She stuck some flowers behind her ear. It's fancy. She'll gladly follow Fred around and eat dumb food.
Chanel is gonna win this festival. Probably. She looks just as gothy as usual, but it's one of the few days left she can wear shorts without tights, and even she knows that. She won't leave until she tells you how much sugar that cotton candy has in it, and wins a toy at Least as big as her head, and become queen of not puking.
Despite claiming that he's here for the food, Merlin is actually looking forward to a few hours away from campus to have fun with friends and is in a fairly upbeat mood. Bring on the rides, the games, and the sights, Elflock Falls! ...and, yeah okay, the food. Anyone want to bet him he can't eat his weight in cotton candy? His hair has gone from being pink to being platinum blonde and his outfit is simple but stylish, but does obscure his highly-ranked booty and prevent further assessment. Sorry, Armani.
His competitive nature means he'll almost certainly be trying to show up his classmates in everything from the ring toss to the high striker with varying levels of success. After making it only five turns on the Gravitron, he'll be sulky and embarrassed.
Pax lives for this type of joyful, fun nonsense, so you can bet she's spending as much time wandering around as she can. While she is constantly in the process of eating something, she's not gorging herself too heinously and will always share if you ask! Festivals are all about love and community!!!
She'll also be generous with any prizes she manages to win at any games (even if it's just a plastic ring or something), but she won't be getting competitive with anyone. This is all just for fun, why spoil it?
These balloons can't defeat her forever. Even with a disappointingly dull set of darts in hand, Mary Grace knows she can take out enough of them to get that big prize. Not that she needs a comically huge squid, but wouldn't it look super impressive if she casually handed it off to some cute girl who happens to be in line for a funnel cake right next door?
Mary Grace carefully lines up her shot, biting the tip of her tongue as she winds up and lets fly. She doesn't look to see if the girl is watching, but she will be once she pops that damn ass balloon and—
The dart grazes the edge of the balloon and sticks right in the board behind.
"Oh fuck that noise," she groans loudly at a beleaguered volunteer on the other side of the table. If the girl hadn't been looking before she sure as hell was about to. "You really gonna go off and tell me that wasn't dead on?"
Even though the games are probably rigged, they're only a little rigged. They're designed to be difficult to win, but not impossible, or no one would ever play them. Like many teenagers, Wyatt is pretty sure he's one of the special few. Armani is the one who put the thought in his head, but now that he's got some free tickets, he means to put his athletic abilities to use to win some prizes. The High Striker had been a disappointment, so now he's going to try to knock over some milk jugs. Maybe they're weighted or something, but someone told him to hit them at the base to knock the tower over, and he's a good aim. He's so intent on this thought that he doesn't watch where he's going and clips Oliver's shoulder with his own.
Chanel loves a good grudge, and unluckily for them, the Malstrom goons who made fun of Armani and Ramona set their entire school up for harassment. She's long since given up actually expending effort on the games, and instead, Chanel's taken to leaning near the side of the skee ball machine and peeking around to emotionally eviscerate any Malstrom students who dare play.
Except actually this isn't a foolproof method, and she's ended up rolling her eyes at a particularly tall twelve-year-old at least twice tonight. Whatever. The air of mystery's worth it.
In that vein, when she hears a ball clunk just left of center, she again shifts to be seen by the thrower. "You know, you really ought to be careful. There's children with awfully fragile skulls...oh it's just you."
On the fifth time that Laszlo clears out a midway game, a voice pipes up from behind him. "How are you doing that?" Presley's tone ranges somewhere between disbelieving, annoyed and possibly... impressed? No. Midway games are rigged. Everyone knows that. Presley already blew his free tickets on the "skill" games and has nothing to show for it, which is how he knows they're rigged. He crosses his arms as he surveys the bounty of cheap prizes Laszlo has acquired, and does his best to look extremely unimpressed.
The teachers are here to answer your questions! Early in the evening, Peckenpaugh's living (and human) staff attend a Q&A trivia event for Peckenpaugh students. Ask them (just about) any question, and if they cannot or will not answer, you get to hit them in the face with a pie! Here are the rules:
You can ask the whole panel, or individual teachers. If you decide to address the whole panel, we'll provide you with up to five of our funniest/most interesting answers. So if there's a particular teacher you want a response from, be sure to note it in the form.
Trivia questions are A-OK. There's got to be at least one teacher on staff who can recite pi to the 100th decimal.
Personal questions are cool, like about where they went to school, how many kids they have, etc., but invasive, inappropriate or rude questions will be ignored. If you're unsure you can ask in the OOC chatter below or dropbox us.
We will answer as many questions as we can, and will respond until Friday evening! We want to make sure as many players are getting questions answered as possible, so if you've already had a question answered we may skip over you, but will try to come back to it.
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NAME: Mary Grace O'Malley FACULTY: Mr. Berzelius, and maybe whoever else feels they're qualified to weigh in on this. QUESTION: "Did Oliver just throw up on your shoes? How's something like that even happen?" ANYTHING ELSE?: Munching on mints, judging others for doing the same thing as her but harder.
Merlin hadn't intended to end up on the ferris wheel with Imogen but with the chaos of the crowd and a few teens suddenly abandoning their places in line to track down some funnel cake...it had just sort of happened. Not that he minds particularly. She wouldn't be his first choice, but he doesn't have a problem with the girl when she's not knocking him off of his broom with a Bludger or picking a fight. And even then, maybe.
He glances over at Imogen as the festival attendant locks the bar in front of them and the machine starts to move, smiling after a pause and adding glibly, "...My second favorite Rainwater. Lucky me."
They're never going to give you kids free unlimited rides again after this. Kermit Creekmore and Jupiter Quigley have issued a challenge to the student body: whoever can ride the Gravitron the most times without losing their lunch will take home a "fabulous gift." We'll be rolling until Friday night, when a winner will be determined. Fill out the form below and post it to this header to find out how many times you rode and if you kept your cookies or where you honked it if not.
Rider: Mary Grace O'Malley Experience: She's never ridden this exact ride, but she's been spun around a time or two. That's gotta count for something, right? (Not really.) What did they eat today?: Gay grilled cheese and boba tea ice cream. Maybe a muffin this morning. Anything else?: She's not going to win so I hope she throws up in a very bad place.
There's a nice patch of grass just off the plaza that's perfect for sprawling out in after you've sold the Buick, so Oliver's done just that. On his back in the grass, staring up at the stars. The scent of fried whatever is, somehow, starting to smell appetizing, again. Maybe he will pull through.
The festival runs from Wednesday to Sunday IC! So, if you'd like to set a thread on another day of the week, you can either post it to "ELSEWHERE & EVENING" or just note the day of the week in your subject line when you post a starter. If no day is listed in the subject line, players can assume the thread is happening on Wednesday IC.
Feel free to make up your own Midway prizes, but to get you inspired there are for sure oversized stuffed hippogriffs, gigantic squishy round jackrabbits, ludicrous giant squid plushes, color changing bracelets (popular with the Elflock Local kids right now), plastic vuvuzelas and t-shirts with the face of Famous Muggle Actor and Known Squib Tom Cruise airbrushed on the front.
WHAT'S UP?
WHAT'S UP, JOOP?
Jup and Kermie decide fairly early in the afternoon to run their little hell contest, and she's watching you to see if you puke.
WHAT'S UP, KERMIE?
Unlike Jupiter, Kermit is absolutely not paying attention to who does and doesn't lose their lunch. This is the honor system!! Thanks for being honorable, guys!!
WHAT'S UP, FRED?
Catch her yelling "NooOoOO!!" every time someone asks if that's her dad on guitar.
WHAT'S UP, VAL?
cute girlsboys can see her guns. If her friends take their eyes off her for a second, she'd ditched them to check out something else that looks fun.She and Mary Grace are fighting for the attention of some girl but definitely not in a gay way.
WHAT'S UP, LASZLO?
It's clear why once he begins playing them, and actually winning. Would someone like this unlicensed Bart Simpson in felt Quodpot robes? He offered it to his mother but she politely declined.
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By the time she makes it to the rides, that carnie food ain't sitting so well, but Mary Grace ain't one to get upset just because she splattered the pavement in front of a bunch of snooty private school kids. Sup. Want a stuffed jackalope?
WHAT'S UP, OLLIE?
He's hoping he throws up on the Gravitron because vomiting might help him feel better.
WHAT'S UP, PRESLEY?
Carnivals aren't really Presley's thing, but free tickets are a powerful incentive. He makes a point of finding Dez and saying hello, then spends most of his time just wandering the street, watching other people have more fun than him.
WHAT'S UP, ARMANI?
He's staying away from the Gavitron to avoid his puking peers and mostly hangs around The Midway, watching carnival games and asking BoMB employees about Mothman, vampires, and Timotheye. The questions start off seemingly innocuous but get a little thirstier each time he tries to dig a little deeper. ("Have you ever met one of the Appalachian Lepidopterites?" vs. "What type of person was their Queen?" vs. "Do you think their King will ever be able to heal from his loss and find true love again?")
WHAT'S UP, AUDREY?
WHAT'S UP,CHANEL?
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WHAT'S UP, MERLIN?
His competitive nature means he'll almost certainly be trying to show up his classmates in everything from the ring toss to the high striker with varying levels of success. After making it only five turns on the Gravitron, he'll be sulky and embarrassed.
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She'll also be generous with any prizes she manages to win at any games (even if it's just a plastic ring or something), but she won't be getting competitive with anyone. This is all just for fun, why spoil it?
THE MIDWAY
Bad Lesbians on the Midway
Mary Grace carefully lines up her shot, biting the tip of her tongue as she winds up and lets fly. She doesn't look to see if the girl is watching, but she will be once she pops that damn ass balloon and—
The dart grazes the edge of the balloon and sticks right in the board behind.
"Oh fuck that noise," she groans loudly at a beleaguered volunteer on the other side of the table. If the girl hadn't been looking before she sure as hell was about to. "You really gonna go off and tell me that wasn't dead on?"
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Except actually this isn't a foolproof method, and she's ended up rolling her eyes at a particularly tall twelve-year-old at least twice tonight. Whatever. The air of mystery's worth it.
In that vein, when she hears a ball clunk just left of center, she again shifts to be seen by the thrower. "You know, you really ought to be careful. There's children with awfully fragile skulls...oh it's just you."
She doesn't look sorry.
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QUESTION: "Did Oliver just throw up on your shoes? How's something like that even happen?"
ANYTHING ELSE?: Munching on mints, judging others for doing the same thing as her but harder.
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THE RIDES
Merlin & Imogen
He glances over at Imogen as the festival attendant locks the bar in front of them and the machine starts to move, smiling after a pause and adding glibly, "...My second favorite Rainwater. Lucky me."
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DON'T BLOW CHUNKS
DON'T BLOW CHUNKS: Mary Grace
Experience: She's never ridden this exact ride, but she's been spun around a time or two. That's gotta count for something, right? (Not really.)
What did they eat today?: Gay grilled cheese and boba tea ice cream. Maybe a muffin this morning.
Anything else?: She's not going to win so I hope she throws up in a very bad place.
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DON'T BLOW CHUNKS, CHANEL!
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DON'T BLOW CHUNKS, EDDY!
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THE CANTINA
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Anyways, Here's Fred & Audrey
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Free Food from Presley (OPEN++)
Presley & Felicity
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