Bright lights! An abundance of color! A cacophony of laughter and delighted (?) shrieks! Welcome, everyone, to the carnival! Enough of those nonsense protein shakes and that hoity-toity recycling; it's time to let loose, have some fun, and live a little! No judgment will be allowed today, not when everyone’s dressed up in ridiculous costumes and eating those unnecessarily huge turkey legs (it... is turkey, right?). For you see, CERES has invited the Traveling Circus of Tjghsldiwk (they hail from a different planet, but here's a hint: the h is silent) to bring some joy to the colonists. This is a safe place to let your inner wild child out, really. Definitely safe. Promise.
Yet for those who are a little less easily convinced to follow the sounds of laughter and amusement (bless your sensible hearts), they will find themselves grabbed and forcibly dragged by a pair of friendly souls in matching costumes. Everyone should be able to enjoy the festivities, don’t you think? Can’t have them missing out on all this jolly good, innocent fun!
The Public Announcement System crackles with... well, a fit of coughing first. But then a gravelly voice speaks! It seems the ringmaster has an announcement for you all. What joyous news can he bring?  Listen... I know that we’re supposed to keep these idiots entertained for at least another day or two but the machinery’s starting to complain. I think I heard the gates of the petting zoo groan – they’re on their last legs.
... Wait, this isn’t the direct line
Oh.
Ohohoho!! Have a great time, everyone! Everything is perfectly fine!
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PHASE I [ 11 00 ] Come one, come all!! There’s quite a large amount of people here, isn’t there? You’ll find yourself tugged this way and that – up until you get dragged right into a changing booth. The helpful attendant meets you with a worryingly large grin – how is her face not breaking? – before pushing you right through the curtain. Then you’ll be given your choice of one of these lovely garments to change into. Look, one of them has to match your skintone, right? Don’t be picky about it! You also have... 90 seconds to figure out how to wear it before you’re tossed out into the middle of the crowd again. Have a good festival!
If you’re not willing to put on the outfits though, that’s fine. Instead, they’ll top you off with a cape and crown, shoving you out onto a... stage? Your adoring public cheers for you, yells your name, and throws confetti in your honor! Then a jester appears again, announcing your grand title:
The Ugliest in All of Cerealia.
Don't worry, that's just your introduction to the carnival; enjoy the rest of your time here! (They may or may not have given you back your clothing.)
PHASE II [ 1600 ] Do you hear that? Cymbals crashing together, trumpets blaring off-tune, the march of absurdly tired feet – a parade is coming! Best move off to the side before an acrobat quite literally tumbles into you. If you are an unfortunate casualty, they’ll actually just start to fall asleep on you because they’re tired… so very, very tired.
Yet the parade continues to march on without them and you can let yourself be distracted by the impressive jumping around and festive partygoers (who seem to be joining in the parade as they please, in various states of undress). But be wary. Distraction will only make you easier prey for the very hungry caterpillar that’s coming up the street next. Run if you can, but it has so very many legs and it’s coming after you.
For those unable to make it away from the caterpillar, they will find themselves gulped right into its gross, drooling mouth – and about five minutes later, they’ll be released out again onto the streets covered in a pink slime. It looks like you won't be able to free yourself from the stuff, so hopefully you can find a friend to get some help! Or one of the strangers around you? Unfortunately, when a kind soul finally comes by to pull you out of the slime, they’ll find that the outside of the gunk is not only immensely sticky but also slippery. If they're not careful, you'll both end up stuck to the gunk together.
You both better get out of that stuff quick because once someone joins you, the slime starts to move. Quick and gooey, it'll pull you and the hapless soul with you down the street at a much too quick pace. Hopefully you won't slide into too many people as you skid your way through the streets of the Entertainment District like some sort of demented Katamari Ball. This is why you should never trust giant bugs!
PHASE III [ xxxx ] In a smaller booth, toward the outskirts of the carnival, some may find a familiar face manning a quiet little shack on her own. Although those who have been in the colony long enough may have first encountered her as an 8-bit version of herself, Aria the fortune-teller is now back and more than willing to drag unsuspecting people into her hands again. Once you step into her stall, she takes one long look at you before sliding over a fortune cookie and a mask. What do you mean you didn’t ask for a mask? That's too bad, because it's yours now. She won't say anything more than that, giving nothing more than a quiet dismissal with a hand and an enigmatic smile to match.
When you step back outside, you’ll find that you just can’t get rid of the mask. If you toss it into a trash bin, it’ll be right back in your pocket. Throw it at a friend? It’ll be in your hand in the next second. Throw it away enough times and it’ll suddenly plant itself on your face -- which leads to all the alien carnival goers in the nearby vicinity suddenly going still with fear before moving to get as far away from you as quickly as possible. Well... you seem to be able to take it off for now if you still want to enjoy the carnival. It just won't go away, and every time you try to throw it away, it'll attach itself to your face. Might as well just keep it.
But... still, it's strange how none of the aliens running the carnival will look you in the eye now, isn't it?
PHASE IV [ 1200 ] For those who aren’t interested in dealing with the abundance of people, there’s also an assortment of critters gathered around for the petting zoo! They all seem to follow a general theme… kind of. That might be floppy ears and a tail if you... squint. The alien staff is right there and quick to ask you not to worry, they're perfectly harmless -- they don't eat humans! It would be bad for their diet, so feel free to pet them, if you can gather enough courage to do so.
Unfortunately, it seems as though this part of the circus was not put together very well; the rickety fences and cages don't really seem to do much against these giant...creatures. Towards the end of the circus' time here, it looks like those cages will start breaking down more and more, too.
The animals rattle the makeshift fences of the petting zoo, until finally, the fences just... collapse. Oops. The ground shakes as the animals stomp and immediately move to break out of their little ring. Well, would you look at that? You’ve apparently found yourself in the middle of a little stampede -- and those warnings about these animals not eating humans doesn't seem to hold much weight when now they're looking at you -- and they look pretty hungry.
BONUS [ why o'clock ] Left and right, there are voices shouting for your attention. "Hey pretty young miss!" or "Excuse me, you stud!" or "Look at this, jackass!" – that said, aliens think that you all manage to look the same, so who knows if they’re yelling at you in particular – and they’re all daring you to come and try your hand at their carnival game.
It’s run of the mill stuff: shooting games, tests of strength, and knocking down a couple of milk bottles. You might actually be doing well! Or... you might be embarrassing yourself in front of whatever cute person you’re trying to impress! But regardless, in the last allotted ten seconds of your game, no matter what, you’ll find your point score plummeting right into the negatives. Did you get a bullseye? What do you know, that’s now worth -1000 points! You missed? -5000 points.
The stall assistant seems to be having a grand old time, laughing at your pain and when the clock finally runs out, they'll give you a large grin. "Look at that score! Well, you know what that means, don’t you? Now, we win you!" With that, metallic tentacles suddenly sprout from the booth itself, looking to capture you and whoever you’re with. Welcome to the carnival, now you're one of the prizes. And it seems you'll be here for quite some time. That is, of course, unless someone can win you back from these really horribly rigged games.
Looks like you'd better get comfortable hanging motionless from a display, like an oversized stuffed animal. You'll be here for a while.
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[that, at least, isn't a lie. it had seemed like a neat trick, so he'd taught it to himself and saved it as just another mildly interesting if useless talent.]
We might want to move away though, before anyone can put a name to your face and then make this into a bigger deal than it is.
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Ah. We don't want that tabloid kid seeing me like this. Let's go.
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[as he speaks, he's following a little behind her if she wants to lead them away from this specific section of people, where the screaming and slapping would have been lost in the general sounds of revelry, and neither of them gets so much as a passing glance. it's easy to hide in a crowd like this, to breathe slowly and simply walk unnoticed because you drew no unnecessary attention to yourself...
ah, but that's bad manners to do so when you're supposed to be going with someone else.]
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[ she does lead the way to a small tent nearby where there are chairs and tables. it's a food stall that serves strange food and drinks, like chocolate chip sausages, pizza flavoured milkshakes, pancake soda, horse meat ice cream, amongst many others.
but at least there are some normal ones, even though they're very, very expensive. ]
Would you like anything? It's the least I could do for your kindness.
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No need. If you need to justify my actions, consider it me repaying you for being so helpful on my arrival.
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[ she won't force him to say yes. they're adults.
she does nod as a means of saying "wait here", because she's going to line up and get herself a cup of coffee. it's probably instant coffee, but what good can she expect out of ceres? ]
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well, one place enough. if he moves several feet away because he's gotten entranced by the way the light plays on a certain stall's display, that's fine, isn't it? he just wants to study it, seemingly deaf to the sounds around him as he commits the flashes of glittering iridescent light and the patterns they weave to memory.
...someone is probably asking him a question by the time she comes back, and he's wrapped up in his own little world. whoops.]
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[ screw first names, man. who needs 'em. (everybody, but shh.) ]
Is something wrong?
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No, nothing at all. Just admiring this. The way the light moves off of it as though it's something alive, jumping from here to there...it's beautiful.
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Of course an art appraiser would be so poetic.
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[poetry required conscious effort, the sort of which Chrollo didn't see the point in giving out right at this moment, neither in ducking back into his own head to pull out a quote or to try and create something from the impression the beauty had left on him. instead he sits, resisting the urge to slouch.]
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It seemed poetic to me.
Have you ever been to a carnival before?
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[he puts his elbows on the table, lacing his hands together.]
Usually I end up going with my friends.
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she places her coffee cup on the table and rests both her palms on the sides of the cup. cerealia's weather isn't so bad, but even with the cloth around her, it's still slightly chilly. ]
You're lucky. We didn't have carnivals like these at home... they were a thing of the past.
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[bright, worn paper still clinging to the wall, the date written long since passed. an idea, a ghost of what came by and through long ago, before it moved onward to chase the bustling vitality that only felt echoed in a building. here they were safe, here--ah, he's remembering too much.]
Without the aliens, of course.
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[ she cants her head, remembering home. then she realises how similar it is to cerealia. ]
Much like ViViD, actually.
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[what a dull sort of life that must be, keeping enjoyment in video games. of course, if it was close enough to reality...]
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she's saying things based on her own experience. ]
ViViD is more realistic, though. It's not every day that you can enter a video game.
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[he doesn't say that books are that for him, another world to be in and to absorb new knowledge from. this is a colony of higher technology. a person had to adapt to it or at least know how to maneuver.]
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I do understand. I'm sorry if I sounded judgemental when we had first met.
[ especially when she told him not to like ceres. :') ]
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[warnings which he hasn't heeded in the slightest. his conversation with Mosley is still fresh in his mind, the words we'll be in touch a soft weight there.]
Keeping people safe and thereby warning them is a natural extension of your job. No one can fault you for that.
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[ she was more or less trying to impact him with her own opinions. and now she feels bad. (chrollo is just terrible, akane. you're fine.) ]
Nevermind.
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[easy for him to say, even as to see the guilt stick a little gives him more fuel to be kind still, still easy going around her.]
I've been thinking about retrying ViViD soon, anyway. A proper session instead of being thrown into it.
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[ though she hopes that vivid doesn't glitch and make him start playing an otome game again like the last time... (it happened.)
she also ended up playing a rhythm idol game. ]
Not right away, of course. [ she waves her hands from side to side as she laughs. he might get sick of her. ]
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[it would be interesting, if nothing else, and he's never minded company when he does things, even in supposedly solitary pursuits.]
When you get the inclination and our schedules match up, then.
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