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bakerstreet2012-09-20 12:42 am
bestpokerface) wrote in bakerstreet2012-09-20 12:42 am
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The Carnival Meme!
Who doesn't love a good carnival? The sights, the sounds, the...well, maybe not so much the smells. Going with your young siblings? Maybe you're taking your date for a good time! Maybe a friend dragged you along. Whoever you're there with, the important part is that you're having a good time!
[Rrrrrules]
1. Post with your character, canon and preferences in the subject line. Or! Pick/RNG a scenario and write up an opening post! Encouraged, but not required.
2. Tag others and get your RNG on or choose a scenario (if needed).
3. LET'S THREADING
4. Fun times ensue!
1. The Midway!
Oh god, you want that stuffed unicorn so hard, it's just so incredible. Or perhaps you just want to show off to everyone else how AWESOME you are. Test of Strength? More like...Test of....Getting Owned With a Hammer. Whatever the reason, you're slapping down your cash and winning those games! ...If it's possible to win, that is.
2. Haunted House
PFFT! Who's scared?! These things are never that scary! ...Are they? That...That's not a real mummy, right? What was that sound?! ZOINKS!
3. Ferris Wheel
Did you ever wonder what the carnival looks like from such a high place? Or maybe you just want some alone time with your date. Do you find yourself thinking that this is a lot higher than it looked?
4. Fun House
What's so fun about it?! It's impossible to get through this stupid Hall of Mirrors! Agh, this tube is spinning, how can anyone stand up in this thing?! Wait, isn't that the same way you came from?!
5. Tunnel of Love
Awww, yiss. You're lookin' for a little bit of alone time, even if it means getting into a tiny, bird-shaped boat surrounded by shallow, dirty water. Or maybe your friends shoved you in before you had time to react. Have fun, love birds!
6. Carnival food!
Cotton Candy, corndogs, popcorn, ice cream, candy apples...! It's all so terrible and bad for you, but it tastes so good! You don't even know what that over there is, but it's deep fried and looks delicious in the most disgusting way. Be careful that you don't make yourself sick!
7. Petting Zoo
CUTE ANIMALS! You want to pet all of them! Or maybe the person you're with wants to. Though, whether the animals really want to be petted or not is another matter.
8. GRAVITRON!
Standing inside a giant ring that’s spinning at high speeds with no restraints. Yes. This is a good idea. Somehow. Hope you didn’t eat first.
9. Working
You’re not having fun because you’re WORKING here. Somehow, you got roped into this. Maybe you LOVE working here! You're making everyone so happy! Or maybe you’ve had enough of being in the dunking booth or wearing that doofy animal costume. Hopefully, your friends won’t laugh too hard at you.
10. Other
You have other ideas? Play out those Carnival shenanigans!
...lets start with 6 and work our way around to 1 so Steve can win his ass a stuffed eagle?
Sweet merciful God fair food has not changed.
Corn dogs and candy apples and fairy floss all taste just as delicious and just as bad for him as they always have and unlike when he was a kid he now has the stomach - in capacity and tolerance - to have as much of the stuff as he damn well wants.
Tony's germophobe tendencies are probably kicking in hard what with Steve passing him fried things and towing him about to all the different food carts, so Steve makes a mental note to thank the man later for his patience and grab him a new bottle of hand sanitizer or something.
They take slow strides between the stands, Steve finishing the last few bites of a hot dog as he peers up at the lights of the rides and the tempting glow of the midway.
The atmosphere here is a balm for a mind worn out from the constant grate of unfamiliarity. It's all modern and shiny, sure, but the feel is beautifully familiar. That Tony had agreed to come with him when asked was just a cherry on top. He'd have come alone regardless but fairs were more fun with a friend.
(Note to self, Rogers. Bring Thor next time he's on Earth.)
"You want to try anything else before we move on?" he asks, licking ketchup from the tip of his thumb.
Tony will have no idea what to say to some muscle bound hunk winning him stuffed toys
He forces himself to relax. He's not in Tony Stark, ruler of free enterprise today. He's just some guy in jeans with Tony Stark's signature facial hair (which just about everyone's sporting) and a Black Sabbath t-shirt following around some big blond dumb puppy who looks like he's died and gone to heaven.
Died. Not died. Never died.
To make up for that horrifying little thought -- thank you for continuing to fuck him over, mass hallucination -- Tony takes a corn dog from the Captain and realizes too late it's already been bitten into. He fights the urge to freak out and finishes it wordlessly.
"How about something that doesn't require me smushed together with kids?" Steve's good with them. Tony... It better when fending them off with paper and pens.
Get your own toy Stark, Steve is keeping that Eagle for himself. You get the fluffy pink unicorn.
Steve leads them in that direction managing to stop for only ONE more thing, a small ice cream cone that's polished off, cone and all, by the time they reach the midway.
Tony is clutching and clenching his hands as they emerge from the thick of the crowd, but with a distinct lack of brushing them on his clothes that makes Steve feel bad for having handed him things. Watching him go around the fair was like watching a dog wearing socks; Tony could function but all his motions were bizarre and jerky in a 'this is weird and uncomfortable what are you doing to me?' way.
Steve finds it kind of funny, but knows enough to feel bad about his amusement and keep it to himself.
He tosses Tony one of the collection of individual wet wipes he's got going in his pocket once there's more breathing room between them and the other patron. (More things Steve likes about the future? Convenient and really useful things like wet napkins for fair food.)
As he wipes his own hands and mouth he peers down the midway, looking up at the toys hanging about the stalls with something akin to glee. He'd never been strong enough, skilled enough, to actually win things at a fair before and coming back in post-serum form felt like dropping his kid self into a candy store with five whole dollars.
He was going to win the HECK out of these games.
"Any requests?" he turns an eye to Tony, tilting his head toward the rows of detailed animals hanging above a bottle toppling game. "Is it corny that I like the eagle? Pretty sure it is."
HUMPH! Now Tony definately wants that damned eagle STEEB
And besides, there are those stupid eagles hanging up along the board too.
Eagles and pink and purple unicorns and something that looks like a duck but might be a cow.
He arches an eyebrow and ditches the wet wipe only after he rubs down the gun he's selected to win with. And he will win! Which means it's time for a wager. "Let's make this a little more interesting, huh? If win, you have to do anything I say for twenty-four hours." It[s the sort of bet men with everything make.
Well then he better aim well. :p
"I think that's a pretty lofty bet for a game with a clown face on it, Tony."
You picked a game where you win by having extraordinary aim and knowing how to make the best of your tools, Stark? Really? He's willing to bet on himself.
"Broaden the stakes here. Best two games out of three for that 24 hours?" Like he didn't regularly spend 24 hours hanging around Stark Tower anyway, as if Tony didn't talk him into unusual things to do all the time. "If I win you can... I don't know I'll pick something. Favor of my choice. Fair?"
XD You can have Steve win if you want. Either way it's going to be hilarious.
He seems like a stoner, he hasn't worked out who the two men are at his booth, probably because he can't see through his shaggy blond hair. He gives a run down, blandly, of how the game works and then rings the bell to start the water jets.
hahah, Steve can take this one, Tony the next, then tiebreaker?
They're close, Tony has his own tricks for compensating for the way the odds are stacked against them, but Steve's balloon clearly out-paces his, although neither breaks.
They're ushered off sans prizes, so Steve turns toward another stall with the same clustered choices of animal above the operator's head.
"Guess you'll have to step up on the next two, Stark."
Re: hahah, Steve can take this one, Tony the next, then tiebreaker?
He needs one of those spinning wheel games. Or a duck pond game and there! Tony grins at Steve and heads off towards what is essentially a roulette wheel without the high steaks. Buying in gets them tokens, five each, to place on the board.
"The trick," he tells Steve, mostly because he can without messing up his strategy, "is to watch how the wheel moves and everyone else bets."
This is a mathematical game. Is it any wonder that, when Tony does place his tokens several rounds later, he wins off the bat? It's enough for a prize but not enough for one of the biggest prizes, so Tony tells the little girl next to him -- the only one thus far to realize who she is sitting with -- to pick whatever she wants.
and then I finally finished an app >_>
Steve isn't even sorry he lost seeing the look on that kid when Tony hands her the purple unicorn she picks out. She's practically vibrating as she runs back to her mom with a genuine squeak of glee.
He just grins as they slide off their seats and head over to another booth, seeking out a good tiebreaker game. Any straight up strength tests would be utterly unfair so Steve passes them by, aiming games are his advantage too... preferably he wants to pick something more generally disadvantageous to all parties. Also something selling stuffed eagles.
"Ah!" There's the one! "He nudges Tony's shoulder to bring the other man's gaze around. "Bottle ring toss. How about it?"
GOOD! I need my Steeb <3333
It's strange having a friend and not an entorage to mingle amonst the normal people with. Very, very strange indeed.
Glancing at the ring toss, Tony puffs out his chest and rolls one shoulder in a shrug. "If it has a bottle involved, you're fucked, Rogers. I'm master of the bottles. Hold off your applause until I win."
He's going to be so exasperated I can't even. "Seriously, what is it with me an oceans..."
"You are so full of it! Put up or shut up, Stark."
Dinos first!!
He shells out money from deep inside his pockets and spreads his rings on the counter. First throw: no hit. Fuck. Second and third and ringers though. Eat that Rogers!
With inaccurate but generally more badass velociraptors.
Not enough to be scared though. Hand eye coordination games? He's got this.
He waves Stark over a step and picks up his own stack of rings, tossing the ring in the air once to test it's weight before taking aim. The first ring sinks onto the left lower corner without fuss. So do the second and the third.
It's not in Steve's nature to gloat but he IS smiling.
And they're keeping the can't see if standing still T Rex.
Nine is a miss too and he stops breathing. They've gathered quite the crowd by now, each of them hissing and gasping as nine rings the lip of the bottle before it falls to the side. And this leaves one more. One last, precious ring. Tony's eyes are fixed on Steve's face, not his hand, not the bottles-- It's a look of concentration he's fascinated with.
And that all too easy smile.
He's been playing with me. Tony isn't sure but he's starting to believe that Steve didn't have to miss. Maybe he's wrong-- God, he hopes he's wrong.
Ten. Cling. Swirl. Gold.
Seven rings and Steve wins his eagle and Tony? Tony's smiling too, wide and bright with glowing eyes. Damn it.
The synapses all click at once and the realization hits him as Captain America hugs that stupid bald eagle plushy: He's smitten with Steve Rogers. Likely more than that if those dreams mean anything.
Not gonna lie, been prepping to use this icon all thread.
He chuckles as he nudges Tony with his elbow, leading them along as their audience disperses, some heading off and others hovering around, fussing with their camera phones.
"Okay, prize won. My inner child is officially vindicated. We can go home now if you want. I won't even make you ride the Gravitron."
XD! AAH! Lovely!
Tony is very, very quiet as the pass the Gravitron when he pauses and literally grabs Steve's hand. Err. Wrist. That finger to palm thing didn't happen, okay?
"C'mon, you big idiot. I can't be seen with you with that grin. Let's do some rides. You already dragged me out here."