Creations Verse (creationsverse) wrote in musingslogs, @ 2011-02-10 21:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | plot: carnival |
[Carnival: Pike Street]
Who: Everyone!
What: The Valentine's Day Carnival
Where: Pike Street
When: Feb 14th
Warnings: This is a party post. Please post locations and appropriate warnings in subject lines.
As of midday Friday, the police began systematically blocking off the four blocks of Pike Street between Fifth and Ninth. Shortly after that, the carnival came to town. The Ferris wheel went up first, and then the other rides. The intersections provided plenty of space for the Zero Gravity, Tilt-a-Whirl, Waltzer, and other rides, including a moderately sized carousel and a ferris wheel that lit of the city nights. The streets between the rides were stocked with booths by nine in the morning Saturday, with plenty of buying options. Some booths were games, crossbows and waterguns and basketball, and some were selling the kinds of food that could clog your arteries in minutes. Others were occupied by artisans selling handcrafted cloths, jewelry, and other novelties. By ten, the carnival was open, and guests began to pour in. Magicians and men on stilts wandered the street, playing tricks on the children and parents alike.
Inside the convention center, face painting tables and clowns making balloon animals led a path toward the elevators, and an attendant there informed all who passed that the fourth floor housed other entertainments, and was strictly eighteen and up.
All the rooms on the fourth floor were bought out. The largest was set up to be like a big top, but the performances were darker, edgier and far more sensual, like Cirque du Soleil’s Zumanity had come to Seattle for two days. The other large room had been turned into a Tunnel of Love, but it, too, was far more sensual. Live actors performed in the veiled grottos, each depicting a love scene from a famous literary work or movie. Nothing about it could be called tasteless, but it was obviously titillating, meant to charm and seduce.
The smaller rooms on the fourth floor were meant for smaller gatherings of people. Decorated lavishly, they were comfortable and filled to the brim with finger foods. Melted chocolate and cheeses poured from fountains, and attendees were invited to dip fruits and crackers into the fondue and feed each other. Wines and champagnes were available for sampling to anyone over the age of twenty-one, though if younger people asked, they weren’t denied.
Throughout the carnival, red mailboxes were scattered with writing supplies on small podiums beside them. Letters written during the carnival would be delivered, anonymously, to recipients in attendance by ride attendants, passersby or sheer force of magic.