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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
2009-04-21 11:30 pm UTC (link)

Marcus was getting more pleasure than he probably ought to out of listening to Tonks marvel at the mechanics of the amusement park rides. For him, trained as he was in 23rd century maths and physics, the scientific principles at work in the machines that surrounded them were simple to understand, though their mechanized execution was awesome to behold. He had become so accustomed to being surprised by the amazing and irrational things that Tonks could do with magic that it was nearly thrilling to have the shoe on the other foot and be able to wax mysterious about the forces at play all around them.

Once they arrived at the food vendor, however, his hunger took priority and he examined the menu. Most of the items on it were pure junk, from a nutritional standpoint, and he couldn't imagine why anyone would willingly ingest them, but, of course, they did, even in his time period. Nevertheless, there had to be something here with redeeming nutritive qualities.

In the end, the Ranger orderd a caramel apple and a bowl of chili. That way he was at least having protein and a piece of fruit. Waiting for his food, he turned to listen to the conversation Tonks had struck up with the other fellow waiting there. He looked like he might have been more comfortable in the European Renaissance theme than this noisy twentieth-century one. Marcus didn't say anything but watched the two fish-out-of-water discuss their surroundings.

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