[ Probably having snagged a seat near her father, Trucy leans over the back of her chair to survey the people in other seats, as well as glancing out the window every so often. ]

So, hey, where do you think we're going? They were kinda scarce on the details...it's like a mystery!

[ Speculating will only keep her occupied for so long, however, especially if no one answers the question, and she eventually begins shuffling a deck of cards. If she notices anyone looking, she'll fan the deck out, face down, and smile brightly. ]

Pick a card, any card!

[ As long as she's in an amusement park - however much she hadn't planned to go there - Trucy seems perfectly fine with having some fun. She stands in lines for rides and doesn't seem to mind if she gets stuck with strangers or people she knows - whoever she files into the ferris wheel cart with, she'll beam at them in the same exact friendly manner. ]

Hi! Daddy didn't want to come on this, because, you know, high up. Sooooo, let's get along, okay? [ The magician will brightly chatter on up until the point the ride gets stuck - she'll shrug her shoulders and stare out the windows at that point, until all that...whatness. All that what. Expect her to shriek, though she's not exactly scrabbling around since she remembers just how high up they are...feel free to tag her before or after or during that fiasco. ]

[ While Trucy can be chatted with while standing in line for the coaster - despite her disastrous attempt at ferris wheeling, she has high hopes for this! - it's probably best to catch her after the ride. Were you in her sled, you would have heard Trucy yelp and seen her duck immediately, trying to protect her hat above all else which doesn't work out so hot. By the end of the ride she's got a cut on her left arm and her hat is a little chopped up off the top (well, more than a little)...

She's not best pleased. ]

I don't want a snowcone! How is anyone going to know I'm a magician without my hat?!

[ ...Although she seems to be completely ignoring the bleeding-arm-cut thing in favor of complaining to one of the robots about her hat, holding the poor thing in her hands and looking more than a little upset. Someone should probably get her to worry about her arm instead of her hat, but PRIORITIES. ]

[ Loitering well away from the rides, Trucy - still with a cut on her left arm from the sword-santas (but presumably patched up by then) and sadly without her hat - is once again reflexively shuffling her deck of cards, and eyeing the robots somewhat warily. She's aware there's a few rides she hasn't tried, but the first two experiences were enough: she's pretty much done for the night and doesn't plan to stick around any longer than she has to.

Which is...the problem. ]

When does the bus back get here? Or do we just walk...? I'm kind of over theme parks for now. [ Not forever, nothing so dramatic...but definitely for now we're done, thanks. ]