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Tweak says, "Pastafarians unite!"

moo star (illusional) wrote in labyrinth_rpg,
@ 2009-04-19 17:52:00

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cathal, complete, day seven, marcus cole, nymphadora tonks

Day 7
Who: Cathal and OTA
What: Exploring the New Attractions
When: Late Morning
Where: Concessions/General Amusement Park Area
Rating: TBA
Status: Complete

Not only was it really strange to have been in this weird new land for a week, but when he woke up that morning and looked out his window, he saw something even stranger. There were machines of all kinds set up around the city. They rose high into the sky and circled, dipped and weaved in between other machines and attractions. He was pretty sure he didn't want to go find out what they were or why they had suddenly been put there, but he also knew that as a warrior he couldn't rightly allow himself to become lax in his knowledge of the place.

He finally mustered up the strength to face whatever was out there about mid morning. That and his stomach had started to protest its neglect. He pulled on his cloak and boots then left his room. He avoided looking at anyone. He didn't want to start a meaningless conversation or worse yet, get to know someone. He stopped outside the dorm and looked up. The machines were enormous. He'd never seen anything like them and while that didn't totally unnerve him, it did mean he'd have to ask someone what they were. Maybe one of those goblins.

But first, his stomach. It needed appeasing. He walked by a few of the concession stands, noting strange foods on display. Or, what he supposed was food. It smelled like food. Just not like any food he'd ever had before. Finally, he stepped up to one and looked the offerings over. He scanned the list of available foods behind the faceless vendor and looked down, trying to figure out which was which. Nachos, cotton candy, funnel cakes, corn dogs, fried twinkies, caramel apples, chili fries, and all manner of other things. He recognized the fries for what they were; fried potatoes. The other things didn't looks all that appetizing.

He was still trying to decide what to order when he heard someone's feet shuffling behind him.

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marcus_cole
2009-04-19 11:44 pm UTC (link)

Marcus rose out of his trance and opened his eyes just in time for a wonderful sight. Tonks, her hair still somewhat wet--doubtless from a shower--stood half-undressed before him, putting on her clothes for the day. Getting to his feet, the Ranger, who was already dressed, assessed his hunger and found that he was hungry, too. He did usually wait until after his morning meditation to have breakfast, so Tonks' suggestion was right on time.

"I would love to, love. You seem particularly eager today. Is there a special reason, or did you just get enough sleep?"

As they headed out the door, the answer to his own question became obvious to Marcus. None of the old European Renaissance trappings were left. Instead, everywhere he looked gigantic machines covered in coloured lights (incandescent bulbs, must be 20th century) whirled and clanked. The air smelled different, too. Less straw and wood, more grease, asphalt and ... hamburger? Marcus had never had fresh beef before being taken to Mirage, and even though he had had his share of it there, he still never expected to encounter it.

As he and Tonks wandered through the newly-reclad streets, they past many food stalls, but none serving hamburger. Finally, the hunger was too much, and they turned into the next stall serving something edible. There was already someone there, so they shuffled up behind him, waiting their turn, examining the offerings.

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