The Carnival! (DAY ONE)

[friedeverything]

[Around 11:00am, the rides and vendors and stands suddenly appear, bustling with sounds and movements as the carnival spins to life. Throughout the day, all kinds of foods, rides, and games are available, but around the carnival signs are posted about a raffle that evening, with the items listed. Wait, did that belong to you? Well now it's up for raffle! Come buy tickets from any of the ghosts with said tickets slung across their shoulders like a sash.]

(ooc: There will be one section for the actual raffle - an ooc post will be up in a couple moments to claim the items- but other than that, go wild!)

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[encryptedlock]

[He looks around for a moment.] Huh?

[forgedinbattle]

[She just stares for a moment. She's been in the underworld, died and come back, fought cyclops, harpies, and gods, but this leaves her speachless for a good long while.

Finally, she pick her jaw up off the floor.]

You're not him, are you? [He would have known her right off the bat. She runs her hand through her hair.] Gods, it's amazing.

[encryptedlock]

I'm not. Sorry. [He does sound genuinely apologetic, despite the short words. This must be--]

But he looked like me?

[It's happened with him before, after all. First there was Trevor and then apparently Galadriel's husband. He must just have one of those faces.]

[forgedinbattle]

Yeah. [Awkward pause] Sorry about that. It's just been a long time.

[encryptedlock]

Nah, it's all right. You wouldn't be the first one, strangely enough.

[York offers her something questionable on a stick as an invitation to sit down.]

Can I ask what he's like?

[forgedinbattle]

Dead. [No, that was too blunt. She'll accept that questionable item on a stick and sit down next to him.]

He was a good man. [In the end. Better than she was, anyway.] My second in command.

[encryptedlock]

Can't say we don't have that much in common. [Unfortunate, but true.]

Good. I'd hate to hear someone with my handsome face was a complete asshole. [He winks at her. Yeah, yeah, he's not winning any beauty pageants here.]

[forgedinbattle]

Sorry to hear that.

[Gosh, York. Don't do that, it's way too weird. There's a brief pause before she smiles back (and for what it's worth, she does think it's a handsome face).] Yeah, well. He had things figured out before I did.

[encryptedlock]

It happens, especially in this place. Way I look at it, I got a second chance just by being here.

[Oho, face twin was smart too, huh? York likes the sound of that.] But you figured them out eventually, right?

[forgedinbattle]

That's a good way of looking at it.

Yeah, I did. It just took me a little longer.

[encryptedlock]

Hey, I try.

Glad to hear it. [Oh yeah, he should probably introduce himself.] I'm Freelancer York, by the way. 26th century Earth.

[forgedinbattle]

[She whistles] Wow, that's something else.

[And then offers a hand.] Xena, [Insert year here because canon is stupid] Earth. Greece, specifically.

[encryptedlock]

[He shakes it back firmly.]

I'm guessing in your time it wasn't much like that summer camp we had?

[forgedinbattle]

Fewer cabins, more gods messing around with things, but it wasn't so far off in some ways.

[encryptedlock]

Puts it into pretty good perspective, actually.

[He pauses a little, because this can be a sensitive subject.]

Some place you'd like to go back to, or about the same level of crazy as here?

[forgedinbattle]

[She shrugs] It's quieter around here, if you can believe it. I've gotta head back eventually, but I'm in hurry about it. Not like there's much waiting for me.

[encryptedlock]

Oh, I believe it. My time here's been like one long vacation compared to home.

[And he nods. York knows how that can be.]

[forgedinbattle]

Glad I'm not the only one.

[encryptedlock]

Definitely not.

[York nods at the carnival around them.]

And hey, times like this? Even more vacation than usual.

[forgedinbattle]

Guess so. In some ways, it's a lot like festivals back home.

[encryptedlock]

I'm guessing there weren't as many gravity-defying rides, but--you can find food on a stick at any festival. Anywhere.

[forgedinbattle]

Yep. Needs a bit more booze to be really familiar, though.

[encryptedlock]

[York laughs and smiles at that.]

Pretty sure there's a beer garden around here somewhere, if you need that extra bit of authenticity.

[forgedinbattle]

[And she laughs a little in return.] Nah, I can deal without the drunks.

[encryptedlock]

At least they're mostly there and not going on the rides. Not a pretty combination, sometimes.

You know, I think we could do with having this thing every year. Seems pretty nice so far.