Madame's Carnival: The Fairway
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				Title: <strong>Madame's Carnival: The Fairway</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kitsunetsuki</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 20:30:47</strong>
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				<em><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Madame would like to welcome you to her Carnival… </span></em><br><em><br>The cost of admission is your sou…err…a profile on the Profile Thread (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=54196.0) ;) </em><br><br><strong>Upon entering, you arrive at the Fairway…</strong><br><br>(http://kikikat.wordpress.com/files/2009/12/fairway.jpg)<br><br>Here you will find small rides, penny arcades, refreshment stands, etc. <br><br>Please note that Madame’s staff are nearly invisible. In fact, they are downright ghostly, at times. All you need do is ask for what you wish (within reason, after all, blue unicorn juice is only available on the 2nd Full Moon of the year), and your request shall be filled immediately. Also, note that some “refreshments” might have averse effects on you ~ it’s been mentioned certain items make people’s brains go fuzzy a bit. <br><br>You do not need tickets or a payment of any sort to ride the rides or play any games. You will find that Madame’s staff are in attendance in spirit only. Simply approach the ride and enter…or the game…it is up to you whether you win or not, and you may certainly choose your own prize.<br><br>Feel free to roam the fairway…You may stay here as long as you like, or visit any of Madame’s other attractions if they are Open. Just do be careful, because as the old song goes, the freaks do indeed come out at night…<br><br>(http://kikikat.wordpress.com/files/2009/12/carnival1.jpg)<br><br><em>For clarification purposes, as mentioned earlier, Madame's STAFF (aside from the devious ones, naturally) are nearly invisible, appearing as ghosts, fulfilling your requests as you make them. Everything you drink, eat, win, etc. will automatically appear before you. I hope this is clear, please let me know if you need further clarification.</em><br><br>For attraction descriptions or more information on Madame’s Carnival, please visit the OOC Thread: http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=54197.0 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=54197.0)<br>To join in the fun, check the OOC Thread above, then go set up a profile in the Profile Thread: http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=54196.0 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=54196.0)<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Opheliac</strong> on <strong>04-12-2009, 19:03:38</strong>
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				[Staff: Off Duty]<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The gates to the Carnival just opening, a lone figure strolls about casually amongst the fairway, nibbling on a delicious corndog. Clad in a yellow silk corset, matching skirt fluttering in the gentle winter breeze, Ophelia hunts for more mischief to be made, occasionally spotting the fairway games she has rigged earlier to either always win or always lose, the ghostly workers oblivious to her shenanigans. She has already established that the Madame is busy, her parlour locked, yet that didn't stop her from going in and pilfering a glass of fine wine, and leaving behind a note for the Madame. Merrily, the demon sits next to the Fossil Fueller and finishes her corndog, not having to attend to any meetings or guests for the moment.
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				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>04-12-2009, 22:17:43</strong>
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				Michelle wandered into the fairway, her eyes huge as she tried to take in all the lights and sounds of the rowdy carnival. She'd only been to one of these a few times before in her life, and that was when she was a little kid. She couldn't keep the grin off her face as she made her way slowly down the huge lane between rows of brilliantly tacky stalls.<br><br>Her cheap rubber flip-flops kicked up puffs of sawdust as she walked. She liked the smell, reminding her so much of cut, neatly-stacked firewood. A comforting scent. The air was delicious on her skin, carressing her bare legs and arms. She felt like she'd dressed well for the night, in a pair of short cut-off jeans and an old, comfy tank top.<br><br>She paused at every attraction she passed, wondering as she considered the bright and almost garish signs outside, what lay inside each doorway. She lingered the longest outside one called "The Haunted Dungeon," feeling a bit guilty that she found something so morbid so incredibly curious and appealing. Maybe she'd check it out, if the price was right.
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				Post by: <strong>erin 27f</strong> on <strong>05-12-2009, 01:27:23</strong>
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				Connie sighed as she walked to the carnival's gate and fairway entrance with a small pad and pen in one hand, carrying a small purse on her other shoulder with a tiny digital recorder inside. A roll of her eyes followed the sigh as she heard the all-too-familiar carnival organ music.<br><br>"Wow, looks like every carnival I've ever seen," Connie thought to herself as she entered, looking around to see certain games of chance and small rides but very few people. She was actually excited about this being that her assignment from the City Connection entertainment paper was to write a review on the carnival, letting the paper's free readers get an idea of what fun they could have at a place like this. "Very little," Connie thought as she looked around.<br><br>There was the tiniest of brisk winds as the evening was approaching and Connie pulled the unbuttoned halves of her light purple cardigan over the black sleeveless t-shirt she wore underneath. If she knew it was going to be this chilly with the wind, she would have decided to wear something a little warmer - like a jacket. Connie was happy she decided to wear jeans at least with a wide brown grommet belt, tucked into a pair of brown designer boots she bought herself for getting the job, albeit a junior writer one, at the paper.<br><br>Looking for someone that she could talk to about the carnival, she walked up to one of the games, a simple ring-toss game but the rings were quite small and were difficult to flick towards the waiting posts. Tucking her pen and paper into her purse, she decided that she should at least try some of the things the carnival had to offer.
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				Post by: <strong>Enmuro</strong> on <strong>05-12-2009, 01:59:31</strong>
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				Reggie had walked through the fair gates a half hour ago and so far the fairway had been a blast. Particularly the snack booth. He reflected on which attraction to try first as he gulped down the last half of the massive soda he had purchased. With a loud sigh of satisfaction he tossed away the cup of soda and wiped his lips. He fished his cell phone out of his&nbsp; beige hoodies pockets and checked the time. He had all the time in the world to see everything this modest carnival had to offer.<br><br>Reg finally settled on the Hall of Mirrors as a good starting point. A few laughs at his body getting twisted about by the mirrors reflections and then on to the next attraction. Maybe if he got lucky he could even find a partner for the tunnel of love, whatever that ride entailed. Probably an overweight old guy in a cupid outfit singing.<br><br>He passed by the ring toss game and noticed a woman standing there waiting to play, a pen and paper partially tucked into her purse. "Best of luck miss, I haven't seen anyone win at that game yet." Reggie tossed her a wink as he continued on towards the hall of mirrors.
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				Post by: <strong>erin 27f</strong> on <strong>05-12-2009, 02:19:04</strong>
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				Connie had tried five times but didn't even come close to winning and what made it worse was a comment by another of the carnival's patrons who had walked by about how difficult it was. She did manage a smile as the man winked but decided to jot a few things down in her notebook as she stood by the game's counter.<br><br>"Everything seems to be free," Connie jotted down in her notebook. "Games are a bit impossible so they probably don't have to pay for too many gifts but wonder how they make profit"<br><br>Her notes were scratchy. After unsuccessfully trying a few of the other penny arcade games, Connie was getting a bit irritated and decided to give that up. She needed to talk to someone about what this carnival was about. The people who were working acted and seemed as if they weren't even there. <br><br>Connie's eyes darted to her left and she saw the lights come on the ferris wheel.<br><br>"Well, I'm a bit afraid of heights," Connie thought to herself, "but I think I can stomach it tonight and hopefully will run into someone who has an idea about this carnival."<br><br>She casually walked over to the ferris wheel, again tucking her pen and paper into her purse, her eyes moving to the other features - the small rides, what looked like a funhouse (always a source of fear for Connie), a hall of mirrors and another building that looked like a castle. It sure looked and smelled like a carnival but she needed more than that for her story.
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				Post by: <strong>Opheliac</strong> on <strong>05-12-2009, 03:16:45</strong>
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				[Staff - Off Duty]<br><br>She tosses the neatly cleaned corndog stick into a rubbish bin, and looks for some amusement. Noticing a delicious looking young woman trying the ring toss game she rigged for failure, she hops lightly up to the top of a nearby light pole and watches, giggling softly into the wind. Another person in a brown hoodie speaks with the young woman, and wanders off towards the Hall of Mirrors, and a mischievious grin spreads slowly across her lavender lips, a potential amusement walking towards a playground of mischief.
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				Post by: <strong>Enmuro</strong> on <strong>05-12-2009, 04:31:55</strong>
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				~entering hall of mirrors~<br>Reggie had expected someone to be taking tickets at the entrance of the house of mirrors. When he found the garish archway leading in abandoned he peeked his head inside. There wasn't much to see, just a short row of mirrors in a dimly lit black corridor. Unseen light sources reflected off the ceiling and caught everything except the mirrors in a state of perpetual shadow. The narrow hallway took a quick turn out of sight so it was hard for him to judge just how expansive the attraction was. A shiver ran up his spine and he wished there had been an attendant. At least somebody to tell him what to expect.<br><br>He stepped into the hallway hesitantly, pausing as he broke the threshold. A half smirk crept onto his face as he tried to pass off the feeling of unease he had. Screwing up his courage he focused on how it was just another lame carnival attraction. The face in the first mirror wasn't gonna pop out at him and say boo unless he did.&nbsp; With increased resolve he began to walk past the first row of mirrors in the entry hallway.
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				Post by: <strong>Lanaestra</strong> on <strong>05-12-2009, 07:49:45</strong>
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				As Connie looked over the various attractions, she thought she saw something small and green scamper through her field of vision- just for an instant, then it was gone, moving behind the funhouse.<br>Not much detail could be made out in the second, if even that, that she saw it for... It seemed to be only a few feet tall, and hunched over, almost on all fours. Vaguely humanoid in shape, it didn't look like anything she had ever seen... In real life, anyways.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Madame's Carnival: The Fairway</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>erin 27f</strong> on <strong>06-12-2009, 22:55:20</strong>
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				Connie was about to head over to the Ferris Wheel when something caught her eye. As she turned her head back toward the Funhouse, she did notice something - like a green...something? She wasn't sure if it had two legs or four...or even more. <br><br>She shook her head a bit to see if she were imagining things. If that thing was in fact alive, it was something she hadn't seen before. That would be great for the story! Connie wondered again if there was anyone around that might be able to answer some questions she had about the carnival and about the...creature? She didn't even know what to call it in her mind as she stood there now, really unsure but knowing that she would probably have to set aside her fears of the Funhouse if she wanted to get some decent tidbits for her story.<br><br>Connie walked slowly up to the Funhouse and its entrance was a bit disheveled but open and there were no attendants around. Was this carnival a free-for-all, she thought to herself, as she took the two steps up to the door. She took a deep breath and entered...
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				Post by: <strong>OmegamanX</strong> on <strong>07-12-2009, 21:44:35</strong>
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				Kuroi entered the carnival having a chill go down his spine. Something seemed...unnatural here, but he shrugged it off and entered, He wasn't much in the mood for rides at the moment, no what he wanted was to wonder around a bit till he found something that interested him, he found the shooting range and started playing it. The game started itself as the targets popped up and he shot them with the greatest of ease. Being a werewolf certainly had it advantages.
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				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>10-12-2009, 20:26:50</strong>
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				The young woman marched onto the Fairway grounds with an expression promising bad weather upon her pretty face. She looked dressed for a night out with her casual chic, baggy jeans, designer's Tee and expensive boots. "Kim. I'm NOT going!" An angry male voice yelled from the parking lot. "Come back! I am leaving NOW." <br><br>Kim raised a hand and wriggled her fingers without looking back. "Bye bye."<br><br>She strolled onwards to one of the stalls and pointed at a bag of cheerios. Munching, she left the food stalls behind and watched one of the guys shoot some targets. "Nice job." She popped another handful in her mouth and wiped her fingers on her jeans. "I'll take one of those." <br><br>Kim cocked the rifle and aimed with more dedication than skill. Her shot went wide and the next one as well. She laughed and lowered the weapon. "I guess I'm not good at this, huh."
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				Post by: <strong>OmegamanX</strong> on <strong>12-12-2009, 01:58:19</strong>
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				Kuroi smiled at her. "Its quite alright it takes practice." he said as he started the game again and shot at all the target with out looking and with one arm. "Though having enhanced hearing and reflexes are useful to. " He said to her.
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				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>12-12-2009, 12:41:26</strong>
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				“Practise?” Her jaw dropped as she witnessed the nonchalant hits. “Dude, you should be in the Olympics.” Heartened, she raised the rifle against her shoulder and aimed at a row of rubber duckies sailing past. Four shots sounded in rapid succession, and the procession of yellow toys reached the far end safely.<br><br>Kim grinned and put the gun down, rubbing her shoulder. “I better watch, before I hurt something more than the backboard.” She bumped a jeans clad hip against the counter, and turned to watch the expert. A sudden, impish grin spread upon the girl’s pretty face. “Ha, nothing wrong with your reflexes, can tell that, but you don’t seem the kinda guy with a bedroom full of Fun Fair Toys? Bet you didn’t learn to shoot like that on Fairs ‘n such?”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>nyneave</strong> on <strong>12-12-2009, 17:12:49</strong>
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				Kashka pauses, having just entered through the gates, and looks around, wide-eyed. It has been years since she last visited a carnival, and she had always loved them as a child. Everything comes back at once, the tingling anticipation, the sudden ravenous appetite for sweets, the urge to see and try out everything at once. She chuckles contentedly and starts walking down the fairway, skipping now and then, having her eyes everywhere and trying to decide what to do first.
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				Post by: <strong>OmegamanX</strong> on <strong>13-12-2009, 03:31:16</strong>
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				Kuroi chuckled. "Yeah your right, you saw right through me, I had some military training back then." He said to her as he placed the gun down. though they said I was a natural back then." he added.
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				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>13-12-2009, 22:15:31</strong>
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				"The army, eh?" Kim leaned comfortably against the shooting counter and propped her chin up against her palm. Her keen eyes studied Kuroi sympathetically. "My cousin was in Iraq. We'd never thought he would, you know? He was like 'me, myself and I' before he joined. I've got a lot of respect for the army and e'vrything they do. Where've you been? Did you get sent out abroad too? Like the Gulf or Croatia?"<br><br>She grimaced. "Heh, on second thought, ignore that. Just tell me to shut up when I keep going. It's a party... Well, a carnivale, but that's a party, right? So if you rather talk 'bout something else... " Her glance searched around and rested on one of the attractions. "How about the Haunted House or the Hall of Mirrors, or God forbid, that Tunnel of Love. Did you try them? Are they any good?" 
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				Post by: <strong>OmegamanX</strong> on <strong>14-12-2009, 00:29:50</strong>
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				Kuroi smiled and chuckled at her a bit. "Ah dont worry about it." And no I haven't tried them either yet. I did however wanted to see a fortune teller I heard was here." He said to her. That was half the reason, Since he was a werewolf he couldn't sniff out almost anything, and he could tell a kitsune was around here he just didnt know where yet, he wasn't going to do anything, just talk to another who is like him. That is all. 
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				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>14-12-2009, 16:02:23</strong>
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				She chuckled and followed his gaze towards a gaudy tent. "Do you believe in that kinda thing?" Kim grabbed the bag of cheerios and held it out in an offer to share. "Never tried one, but have some snacks for the road if you're going to try." She grinned. "If she spells you out a mediocre future, you at least have something tasty."
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				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>28-12-2009, 21:30:19</strong>
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				Kim glanced about her and grinned when she spotted the other attractions. "Well, you have fun.&nbsp; Don't win all the prizes here." She winked and sauntered off, munching on another treat. Tossing the bag into a wastebin, she slowed in front of the Hall of Mirrors, but moved on with a faint shake of her head. She already knew what she looked like, and seeing her own image many times contorted in different forms and shapes didn't appeal to the vain young thing. Had she known that other attractions lurked within, she might have reconsidered but she was unaware and passed the Hall without a second thought.<br><br>She stopped again when she reached overly romantic entrance to what was called "The Tunnel of Love" in rather grandiose style. Chuckling, she eyed the engaging pictures advertising the ride and after a moment's hesitation, she pushed herself past the entrance gate and stepped into the twilight beyond.<br><br>**exit to tunnel of love** 
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				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>30-12-2009, 05:12:59</strong>
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				William "Vertigo" Jones strolled about the carnival grounds, somewhat disappointed and unimpressed.&nbsp; Thus far, it seemed like just any other small-town carnival: booths featuring gimmicky games in which one could purportedly win a prize of some sort, usually a stuffed animal;&nbsp; mechanical, gravity-defying rides which usually only interested children or teenagers looking for an added thrill to their awkward rendevouzes; and stalls which plied all manner of sweet and sticky foods.&nbsp; He bought himself a corn dog from one of the booths, chewing idly upon it while he wandered among the attractions.&nbsp; Little did he notice that he was being keenly observed by most of the carnies.<br><br>When he got to the Hall of Mirrors, he stopped, shrugged, and purchased a ticket for no apparent reason.&nbsp; He'd enjoyed walking the Haunted Houses as a child, had enjoyed the cheap thrills and low-budget special effects.&nbsp; &nbsp;"I'm entering the Hall of Mirrors," he spoke into his pocket recorder, pressing the record button.&nbsp; "Where there supposedly have been sightings of ghosts.&nbsp; One wonders, as one enters this den of brittle illusion and cheap magic, what strange and terrible events have transpired upon these very walkways I now tread."&nbsp; He thought a moment, then pressed the record button again.&nbsp; "what strange and terrible events have transpired upon these <em>forbidden grounds</em> I now thread," he corrected himself.
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				Post by: <strong>Angi</strong> on <strong>17-03-2010, 05:41:30</strong>
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				Abigail wandered around the grounds, eyes wide and lit up by the many lights and colors that surrounded her. She'd never been one for fairs or carnivals or things of that sort, but lately she'd been discovering more and more things she didn't like before were now suddenly much more intriguing and mysterious. Where it use to bring disgust and fear and all sorts of other negative emotions, now the carnival presented her with challenges and an entire world of abstract and insane ideas. What was she to do first? Should she go through the Funhouse, or maybe the Hall of Mirrors. The only attraction she had no desire to enter was the Tunnel Of Love. She'd been friends with love once... and honestly she didn't want to be reminded how <em>that</em> turned out! None of the other visitors seemed to be interested in her and honestly, she couldn't care less whether or not they said anything. After all, she lived her life trying to hide most of the time, whether in her apartment or behind her own illusions, she never liked being paid much attention. With a small sigh she eyed the games, taking in the faces of the stuffed prizes as well as the scent of the nauseating food sold left and right. Maybe she should ride one of the rides... perhaps one that went upside down and made everything look like a wonky blur. Considering this, she continued to make her way around the fair.
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				Post by: <strong>Opheliac</strong> on <strong>18-03-2010, 01:16:18</strong>
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				Ophelia strolls through the Fairway, freshly leaving the Parlour slightly tipsy from her tea. Immune to the sights and sounds and smells of the Carnival from her time here, she saunters almost drunk like, accidently knocking into a woman gawking at the things she was just thinking she was immune to. Pardoning herself, she helps the young woman up, and then carries on her way, knocking into a gaslamp and phasing through it, not noticing that the woman she knocked over was watching her carry off into the Funhouse, where she has made her abode.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>25-03-2010, 21:23:53</strong>
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				Kyle leaned on his cane a bit more than usual, but then he had foregone the nightly dose of vicoden to be a bit more clear. Naturally he wasn't too happy to be feeling the pain, but he wanted to have his head clear for his first night out unsupervised. Mom and dad were driving him crazy. Nearly two years of physical therapy and being a year behind had pushed him to be a lot more private outlook. He took a long breath and pushed the pain aside. He kept a pill or two in his pocket just in case but he wanted to enjoy the night without the fuzziness of the drugs.<br><br>He took in the attractions. Ring toss, a water cannon booth and a few others. He smiled. He still had a good arm, why not try out the ring toss. Not like he'd ever get to use it for anything serious anymore.&nbsp; A few tosses and he could see that it was rigged enough to keep him from getting the good prizes. He tossed the small bear he won to a little girl with a smile and continued walking down the Fairway.<br><br>A side alley drew his eyes,'the Freakshow'. He looked around and ambled that way, leaning on the cane as he walks over towards it.<br><br>---&gt; To the Freakshow.
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				Post by: <strong>Lanaestra</strong> on <strong>26-03-2010, 05:30:32</strong>
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				--&gt; From Freakshow<br>Merecia walks with Kyle, heading to the nearest snack stand.
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				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>26-03-2010, 05:34:52</strong>
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				"So how do you guys choose where you're going?" Kyle asked curiously. "Do you guys just pick a road or is there a route you choose?"
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				Post by: <strong>Lanaestra</strong> on <strong>26-03-2010, 05:41:27</strong>
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				"Well, that's not really my thing, you know? That would mostly be the madame's call, and I really have no idea how she decides. I'm mostly just in charge of making sure all the equipment keeps running like it should."
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				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>26-03-2010, 05:44:23</strong>
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				"Just wondering." He grinned, stiffling the 'putting a hand in' joke that was coming to mind. "So what would you like to have?" He asked as they came up on the snack booth row.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Madame's Carnival: The Fairway</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanaestra</strong> on <strong>26-03-2010, 05:52:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, I'm alright... Go ahead and get whatever you want, I can't really eat." She scratches the back of her head sheepishly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Madame's Carnival: The Fairway</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>26-03-2010, 05:55:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Okay." Kyle says with a grin. "Got any suggestions on what to try?" He asked as he looked around at all the finger food and sweets to try out. Not a single bit of coffee to be hand anywhere.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Madame's Carnival: The Fairway</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanaestra</strong> on <strong>26-03-2010, 05:58:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I couldn't really say firsthand, and I've only really heard that it's all pretty good. Sorry that I can't be more helpful..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Madame's Carnival: The Fairway</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>26-03-2010, 06:02:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well I'm no longer on a diet, since I'm not an athlete and all." He said as he looked around. "How about I try the pink lemonade and the lady fingers?" He pointed to one snack booth.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Madame's Carnival: The Fairway</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanaestra</strong> on <strong>26-03-2010, 06:04:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Huh, they even have fingers here? I guess I know to stop by if I need to get some spares then..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Madame's Carnival: The Fairway</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>26-03-2010, 06:10:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"The pastry version." Kyle says with a grin as he shows the bag of them to her and sips on the large lemonade. "So what do you want to do now?" He was sure the girl was acting the flake now. No one can be that out of it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Madame's Carnival: The Fairway</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanaestra</strong> on <strong>26-03-2010, 06:16:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ooooh. That's an odd name for a pastry. Though I guess it's less odd than them having the real thing as a snack food, huh?" She rubs her wrist a bit. "Something to do? I don't know, I don't get a lot of breaks."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Madame's Carnival: The Fairway</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>26-03-2010, 06:34:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That's a shame. I figure a pretty lady like you would want some alone time." Kyle said with a grin. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Madame's Carnival: The Fairway</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanaestra</strong> on <strong>26-03-2010, 06:49:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, well they don't work me too hard, the gefzel do most of the work really, I just get called in if it's something they can't or won't fix, like any lighting up by the ceiling. They're afraid of heights."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Madame's Carnival: The Fairway</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>26-03-2010, 06:54:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well it is definitely an interesting show I'll give you that." He grins. "So, who did your stitches?" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Madame's Carnival: The Fairway</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanaestra</strong> on <strong>26-03-2010, 06:59:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, my master put me together, if that's what you're asking."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Madame's Carnival: The Fairway</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>26-03-2010, 07:03:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Sounds like a talented guy." Kyle says with a grin. He was riding a fairly good vicoden buzz and figured she was just playing him for a rube. "Don't suppose he does consultation work? My knee and hip are killing me."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Madame's Carnival: The Fairway</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanaestra</strong> on <strong>26-03-2010, 07:11:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, I guess I could ask him to take a look for you, if you wanted."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Madame's Carnival: The Fairway</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>26-03-2010, 07:20:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Sounds like a plan, does he do consults?" Kyle said as he smiles at her. Why not go with flow, he thought to himself. Maybe he'd get her to unwind enough and he'd get lucky.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Madame's Carnival: The Fairway</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanaestra</strong> on <strong>26-03-2010, 07:24:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"We could go talk to him now if you wanted, he's here to help Seren get settled in." She tilts her head back towards the freak show, smiling softly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Madame's Carnival: The Fairway</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>26-03-2010, 07:33:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well let's go talk to him." He said with a grin. "Lead the way."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Madame's Carnival: The Fairway</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lord Drake</strong> on <strong>20-05-2010, 21:52:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hmmm... hey, isn't that peanut brittle (http://www.saladine.it/foto/TA4_1.jpg)?"<br><br>The tall man approached the candy stall, leaned on his silver-handled (http://www.silvercollection.it/bastonetedesco3bis.jpg) cane and started perusing through the multi-coloured goodness on display. His deep green eyes twinkled from under the golden-trimmed pince-nez glasses and a half smile curved up his lips as he nodded towards the brittles, neatly packaged and sitting just near the gummy bears.<br><br>"I almost do not remember the last time I had a peanut brittle... ah, and why not! I will have one, good sir!" <br><br>The man smiled and held up his money and waited for the ghostly staffer to deliver the peanuty-deliciousness, thing that happened in a few seconds. Holding the transparent package in his right hand, the man nodded and looked around... that <em>was</em> a colourful place wasn't it... <br><br>He chuckled to himself.<br><br>"Well, Drake, my friend, now you have your candy... better hurry up now..."<br><br>The man - named Drake as it seemed - adjusted his pince-nez glasses and stepped in the direction of the other stands, walking briskly in the middle of the noisy crowd. His shape cut the space with business-like efficiency and his old-fashioned attire (http://img297.imageshack.us/img297/416/drak.jpg) (elegant jacket, tie and even a waistcoat over his shirt) made him appear a bit peculiar amongst the more casual-dressed people. <br><br>He was looking for something, it seemed... or someone...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Madame's Carnival: The Fairway</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kitsunetsuki</strong> on <strong>20-05-2010, 23:03:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As Madame emerged onto the Fairway from the Tunnel of Love, she walked quickly, shaking her head. Of all the days for things to start falling apart, she thought. My device stopped working, and now the Tunnel needs repairs, when will it end? <br><br>Despite walking with her head down, she navigated the crowd deftly, weaving between her guests easily. She needed to get back to her Parlour for a drink or two, or maybe even three. Chuckling to herself, she thought, this has been the week from hell!<br><br>With such a determined walk, she hardly noticed anyone around her. Her head still down, and moving as swiftly as her short legs could carry her, she breezed by, leaving only a whiff of her perfume and the sight of her round bottom behind her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Madame's Carnival: The Fairway</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lord Drake</strong> on <strong>20-05-2010, 23:33:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Drake gave a good bite at the peanut brittle, who broke under his teeth with a satisfying 'crunch'. The sharply sweet taste made his mind surf through remembrances... some of which were rather curious to begin with, since Drake had lived an... interesting life. He started munching and the noised of the crushed peanuts filled his mind... it was always this way with brittles, they were to be eaten noisily and blissfully.<br><br>Waving his cane here and there, he went on... filling his eyes with the many colours around him, and his nostrils with the many smells that the Carnival mixed together in one whole sense-staggering jumble. Drake recognized the smell of candyfloss... the rubbery smell that was strangely so common near amusement park's stands and also...<br><br>Wait a second.<br><br>Drake freezed for an instant. The whiff of perfume that he suddenly felt was not... unknown. He felt some memories start to lit up in the back of his brain and also... the skin on the back of his neck shiver a little. That smell was poking at some part of his brain, awakening images from the past... and not only images since Drake felt suddenly his breath start to go just a tad faster. He scanned his surroundings with his sharp gaze and then smiled...<br><br>Bingo.<br><br>Drake could recognize her amongst millions. And - on his behalf - we must say that this was true <em>whatever</em> part of her he would see... the fact that in that particular case he recognized her bottom, was <em>entirely</em> a matter of chance.<br><br>Madame Saru was walking with her head down... her stride was so fast that Drake almost lost her... he had to thank his reflexes and long, strong legs for being able to follow her to wherever she was going...<br><br><em>[Exit to the Parlour]</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Madame's Carnival: The Fairway</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Geradine</strong> on <strong>17-06-2010, 05:37:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Geradine entered the Carnival cautiosly, his hood pulled up and his tail wrapped around his waist and under his slightly oversized hoodie. he wandered around, letting the smells and sounds of the carnival become familiar to him, in case any of the "inquisitors" were following him, although they'd stick out pretty badly here. at his 5' height, he was taller than most gerbilmorphs, but much shorter than everyone else in the carnival, so it was easy for him to disappear int othe crowd. he snagged some cotton candy from a nearby stall, and moved closer to where the actual attractions were, a blue orb almost floating on his right hand. (youtube "sphereplay" to see what he's doing)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Madame's Carnival: The Fairway</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Geradine</strong> on <strong>27-06-2010, 04:38:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				finding a house of mirrors, he decided to enter, thinking that he could use the mazelike qualities to rest for a bit. *exit to Hall of Mirrors*
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Madame's Carnival: The Fairway</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zoarster</strong> on <strong>01-07-2010, 05:14:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Father Thomas entered the fairway of the carnival, dressed in his black priest's shirt and pants, white collar showing along with a moderately-sized gold cross hanging from his neck. It would be clear to the rest of the clients at the carnival that he wasn't the normal crowd, but any of those attuned to the supernatural would feel something much more palpable upon his entrance. Although his aura was one of holiness, it was also one of tremendous untapped power. Yes, for good or otherwise, this man has an abundance of magic inside of him, and it would only take the right nudge to get him to use it for purposes other than the Church's.<br><br>As soon as Father Thomas set foot on the carnival grounds, he shivered and crossed himself, feeling the presence of the ghostly staff. Saying a prayer to himself, he warded them away for the time being, a ward whose effects would be diminished as the carnival staff wooed him toward various attractions. He silently regretted the directions he had taken, that each attraction had to be explored in turn before he came back with his report, and looked around furtively, wondering which den of evil he should start with.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Madame's Carnival: The Fairway</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Opheliac</strong> on <strong>01-07-2010, 07:56:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				[Staff - On Duty]<br>Feeling the ward erected by the priest, the succubus just HAD to go inspect it. With a flash of violet light, she appears atop a light pole behind the man, and smiles as she watches him. Curiously, Ophelia felt over his mind gently with her innate ability to detect thoughts, and she could tell the man was not only a very strong practitioner of faith, but also had a spin of the arcane through him as well, not unlike herself. <br><br>Overhearing his active thoughts also gave her a clue as to why he was here... Why, she would be a very terrible staff member if she didn't escort the man around.... Doing nothing to hide her nature, wings draped casually behind her, she spoke with a soft seductive voice. "Why, I would start with the small dens of evil... The easy ones. Like the Corn Dog Stand. Graduate to the Milk Throw, and perhaps... If you're daring... Attempt La Grande Roue. Unless you want to get into the deep dirty dens of evil... Then I suggest the Funhouse." She giggles mischeviously, and winks at him. The succubus wore a black velvet corset, suspenders over them which only covered her nipples and not much else, white panties, and black silk slippers with cute little ribbon bows. Her silver hair blew gently in the wind, porcelain skin covering a perfect body, and deep violet eyes that seemed to just suck in the universe, as if every answer in existance was contained within.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Madame's Carnival: The Fairway</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zoarster</strong> on <strong>02-07-2010, 06:02:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His body was wracked with a shiver as he saw Ophelia practically materialize behind him. Okay, evil. Check. Time to go home... but he could not do that. No, his orders were clear. Plus... there was a little something else blossoming inside of him, gnawing at his very soul--it was a strong urge to engage this creature, even an attraction, as he looked to her.<br><br>Eyes that were filled with suspicion looked her over, his Adam's apple bobbing visibly as he swallowed hard, swept by a wave of physical temptation as his ward for a second flickered through a deep desire to invite her closer--no, he would not, could not. Still, he had to remain civil--if it came to a physical battle, he would lose. Nodding to her with a nervous smile, he said to her, "I... I've had my share of this Fairway for a while, but if I may--would you show me to this Grande Roue?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Madame's Carnival: The Fairway</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Opheliac</strong> on <strong>02-07-2010, 06:51:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				[Staff - On Duty]<br>Easily flitting down to the boardwalk, her feet landing with a cat's softness. With a mischievious grin, she reaches through the warding and takes his arm in hers. "Not all demons are inherently evil, Father. Some are just... Chaotic."<br><br>Lightly ushering the man through the croud, his wards and the fact that a priest has a nearly nude demon on his arm, creating a bubble around us, making it easy to traverse the crowds as people made way for the uncommon pair. The great wheel of La Grande Roue stood monolithic above the Carnival, brilliantly lit with neons and flashing bulbs of various spectra of light. Nodding to the ephemeral conductor, she curtsied and held the door open to an empty coach for Father Thomas. "La Grande Roue, good sir. Your coach awaits..."<br><br>[Exit to La Grande Roue]
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Madame's Carnival: The Fairway</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zoarster</strong> on <strong>02-07-2010, 06:57:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Another hard swallow as he licked his lips, realizing that his traditional defenses might be of little use at this carnival of terror. There was more to the supernatural world that was ever dreamt of in his theology, to paraphrase an old quote, and he was just beginning to experience it as he pensively followed his tour guide to the great ferris wheel that overshadowed the entire fairground. [Exit with Ophelia]
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Madame's Carnival: The Fairway</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Clown Prince</strong> on <strong>26-07-2010, 01:46:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Xavier stepped onto the fairway with a bounce in his step while looking around at the plethora of people milling about to the various attractions and booths. None of the patrons seemed to mind that the stands were run by ghosts. The male smoothed out his bright orange Volunteers t-shirt and let out a sigh, "Who's scared of a ghost? Not me. I coulda been ghostbuster if I wasn't already a football star." A knowing smile crept onto his lips as he made his way up toward the first refreshment booth that he saw.<br><br>"Let's see... I'll have a vanilla Dr. Pepper and a chili-cheese dog," he said aloud to what appeared to be an empty stand. As if like magic, both his beverage and dog landed directly in front of him on the counter. "Frosted mug?" the male added in a curious tone just to see if the container could be produced. Wide eyes watched as the soda was moved from the paper cup into a newly summoned mug. "Very nice, a guy could get used to this kind of pampering."<br><br>With drink and food in hand, the young made his way down the fairway in hopes of finding a game that seemed to be of his nature. Not that there was a game he didn't think he could win! And there it was, a "Toss the Football into the Hole" game. Victory was certainly at hand. With a practiced strut, the cowboy boot wearing male ambled up to the game and merely told the air, "Hold these," before letting go of his refreshments to watch them hover in the air. A ball dropped into his hand before it was sent through the air in a perfect spiral and into the goal. "Now if I can just get some arm candy for a prize, I'll be set for the evening."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Madame's Carnival: The Fairway</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kitsunetsuki</strong> on <strong>26-07-2010, 22:20:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				[Staff - On Duty]<br><br>Persephone materialized upon the Fairway looking for some fresh new meat. It had been awhile since she had found a suitable male to play with; almost an entire week! She enjoyed the stares she got from the male patrons as she walked by. She was not very tall, but tall enough to intimidate some men. She had put on her favourite black underbust corset today which proudly highlighted her assets. She wore little else; her thigh high boots &amp; long finger gloves being the extent of her outfit. Tucking her devil wings back, her long aqua hair covered them…mostly. She chuckled as some woman gave her an ugly look. Turning to her, she made a face &amp; hissed, laughing uproariously as the woman screamed and ran away. Ah yes, there was always fun to be had at Madame’s Carnival.<br><br>She was more than a little grateful to Madame for allowing her to predate upon her guests. She knew enough not to cross Madame; she would follow her rules and not kill anyone outright. Of course, should that guest encounter Persephone outside the Carnival…well, one cannot say that they would be entirely safe, could one? Of course, Madame was off hunting some ghost or another, so Persie wondered exactly how much she might be able to get away with now. Ah well, better not risk it, she thought. <br><br>As she wandered the fairway, Persie kept an eye out for a good looking male worth her time. You don’t live over 3,000 years without becoming just a tad picky about who you make your prey. Looking over the Penny Arcade, there were nothing but scrawny teenagers with bad haircuts and black eyeliner. Ugh, no thanks, she thought. As she turned a corner, she spotted him. How could one miss him? That swagger, that cocky air…it just screamed “break me” to her! Grinning, she watched as he threw a ball, his muscles quite apparent beneath his shirt. Tossing her hair a little, she strolled over to him, standing just to his right. She decided not to wait until he noticed her. Instead, she licked her lips and gave him a long, slow look from the top of his pretty head to the tips of his cowboy boots. She put one hand on her hip, the other reached out to stroke his arm lightly. “Yum, yum! Gimme some!” she said, tilting her head to the side as she waited for his reaction.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Madame's Carnival: The Fairway</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Clown Prince</strong> on <strong>27-07-2010, 15:37:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Xavier grinned to himself as if he knew this was one request the carnival couldn't likely fill, just because it required it to conjure a person from nothing. At least, that's what he assumed until he felt the strangely resembling the feel of fingers gliding down the exposed portion of his arm. His head turned to greet the unknowing person with a pointedly angry expression. Who was this person that dared to touch him? Needless to say, that troubled expression set upon his face melted away to one of pure lust as his brown eyes fell upon the woman's form, and what a form it was!<br><br>Feeling no shame, the cocky male let his eyes peruse her curvy body with ever so eager eyes. Whoever this woman was, she was dressed to steal the soul of any man that looked upon her, that much was clear to Xavier. His lips puckered into a small "o" as he turned to face the smaller being and let out a low whistle of appreciation. <em>Damn... maybe this carnival can deliver anything.</em> "As if I could say no to you, Miss...." he mused with a bright, toothy smile of appreciation while leaving a space for her to fill in her own name.<br><br>With the pair facing one another, the red-blooded male was able to eagerly devour the skin the teal-haired woman so blatantly offered any that dared to gaze upon her. The young quarterback didn't bother to wait for objections as his slipped his arms around her lithe waist to hug her heated form close to his body. "Guess I got my arm candy though," he added before giving her a crushingly tight squeeze against his rippling frontside. Mind you, the rippling wasn't all in his arms or chest either.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Madame's Carnival: The Fairway</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kitsunetsuki</strong> on <strong>28-07-2010, 21:00:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				[Staff - On Duty]<br><br>Persephone smirked as the young man looked her up and down. Yeah, keep looking, she thought to herself. Giggling at the whistle, she smirked and replied, “Miss Persephone, actually. But you can call me Persie, if you like.” She tossed back her head and laughed at the mention of "arm candy". If only he knew that it was not she that was on the menu tonight. Letting him slip his hand about her waist and pull her close, she felt his erection pulsing against her immediately. She winked at him and leaned in to whisper into his ear, “Guess you’re happy to see me, huh?”<br><br>Laughing, she quickly slipped out of his grasp, twirling to his left and hooking her arm through his. “So, what’s a good looking boy like you doing in a place like this?” she chuckled. Not waiting for a response, she started to walk, tugging at his arm to make him walk with her. “Well, never mind about that, let’s just say that I’m glad you’re here. I was so utterly bored, and there was no one even half as yummy as you to play with; and then I spot you! I just had to come over and see if you were worth my time.” She winked playfully again as they strolled down the Fairway together. <br><br>“So, my dear…You have yet to tell me your name, but if I may, it is Xavier, yes? Of course it is…Well, my dear Xavier, I hope you are having fun at Madame’s Carnival so far. It truly is a lovely piece of work. Have you checked out any of the attractions yet? There are so many to choose from! My personal favourites are the Haunted Dungeon and the Tunnel of Love.” She sighed wistfully and quickly continued. “Oh, but look at me, monopolizing the conversation.” She tittered girlishly, remembering how much cocky men like this appreciated girls who seemed innocent and sweet; two things Persephone was not, not by any stretch of the imagination. Brushing her hip against him slightly and pressing his arm to brush against her breast, she stopped walking and turned to him. Looking into his eyes, she grinned, “So, where to, pretty boy?”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Madame's Carnival: The Fairway</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Clown Prince</strong> on <strong>29-07-2010, 20:03:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Persephone? Like the goddess of the Underworld in Greek times?" he asked with a lifted brow in response to her name even as she leaned into whisper in his ear. "Excited as hell to find a lovely gal like yourself to be honest," he admitted while taking her arm and walking alongside her. "My name is Xavier, yes. How did you know that? Strangely enough, Persie, my friends call me Hercules. You might think it's because of my roguishly good looks or sculpted abs, but it's really because my father's name is Zeus," he replied with a gentle laugh. Unlike before when his eyes were so eager to take in the sights of the Carnival, Xavier's eyes were now solely focused upon the voluptuous woman on his left. <br><br>The young, red-blooded male slipped his arm free of her own to give the tempting woman a slap on the ass, a playful one at that. "I'd say we both got lucky then," he retorted before gripping the base of her tail in his hand. "Interesting costume. How do you manage to control the wings though?" Herc had managed to catch a glimpse of the strange objects hidden behind her back. He took her two suggestions into consideration as to which place he wanted to go to first. "Tunnel of Love or Haunted Dungeon eh? I guess it depends on how kinky I am. A quick ride through the tunnel couldn't hurt to heat things up before we move onto the main attraction for the evening, could it? I mean, there's likely more to explore..." he started while releasing her tail to firmly grope one plush cheek of her ass, "...in the dungeon, isn't there?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Madame's Carnival: The Fairway</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kitsunetsuki</strong> on <strong>29-07-2010, 22:26:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				[Staff – On Duty]<br><br>Persie chuckled to herself as he mentioned her true identity. She thought, goddess of the Underworld, indeed! Ignoring his questions, she merely smirked as he boasted and bragged about being called Hercules by his friends. Thinking back, she remembered the last time she had seen Herc…bastard that he was. Sighing to herself, she thought, you sir, are no Hercules. But why mess with the boy’s ego? He’s obviously spent years and years building it up. She knew he was just babbling at this point. Most men did, in her presence. <br><br>She gave him a sly little look as he reached over to smack her ass and play with her tail. “Oh, the wings have strings attached to my gloves,” she remarked, flicking her arm about with her wing moving in unison. “The Tunnel of Love is always fun, to be sure.” She reached out to pull him into her embrace, pressing her body to his as she felt him release her tail in favour of her fine ass. Wrapping her arms around the back of his neck, she leaned in to whisper, mere inches from his lips. “I think we will have great fun exploring the dungeon, yes. But,” she punctuated her words with flicks of her hips against his, “I think a quickie in the Tunnel of Love would be…very…nice…indeed!” With each pause, she squirmed against him, her taut nipples pressed against him, her pelvis grinding against the length of his erection.<br><br>Flicking her tongue out to lick at his lips, she laughed lightly and smiled. “What do you say? Shall we head there now?” She turned slightly and pointed to a doorway about 25 feet away. “The Tunnel of Love is right there…” She looked deep into his eyes, knowing exactly what he wanted, but waited for his reply, nonetheless.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Madame's Carnival: The Fairway</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Clown Prince</strong> on <strong>30-07-2010, 00:20:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The college stud nodded his head without questioning the explanation as to how the wings supposedly worked. He was far more interested in other parts of her anatomy as was obvious by the kneading digits that roamed her supple ass. "A quickie eh? I'll think I'll be in charge of just how long we play in that tunnel. No offense darlin', but you're not exactly a big gal," he said with a gentle laugh as he closed the distance between their lips just enough so that the skin barely grazed temptingly. Each buck of her hips was reciprocated by a roll of his own, making it so his pinned up length could nearly feel her pouting folds beneath the corset. "You and I are going to get along so very well in the dark."<br><br>Xavier decided to press the advantage and scoop her up by the thighs. He leaned into the crook of her neck before taking a heavy breath of her scent. "Cinnamon... it's like you knew... just like my name," he mused while hugging her tightly to his rippling form. There were too many layers of clothes between the two for his liking, but perhaps that would change soon enough. The erection the champ was sporting currently ached for more attention than just a playful grind. "Off we go then!" he exclaimed a bit too excitedly before carrying her towards the tunnel entrance.<br><br>[Exit to the Tunnel o' Love.]
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Madame's Carnival: The Fairway</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Coldorchestra</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 16:50:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Evan walked through the parking lot, the soles of his rich carpathian leather shoes crunching against the gravel. He straightened his suit, smiling to himself at the gates of the carnival. <br>John had been insistant in Evan coming here. <br>"Theres a beautiful treasure there Evan, I know it. I have that hunch, just go and check it out for me would you?"<br>Evan chuckled at the memory, personally the last place on earth he would look for something valuable would be this place, it looked like every little carnival had gotten together and put all their stuff in one little place. But John was the boss and he got what he wanted, always. Grinning Evan walked in with a nod from the ticket-taker and strolled around. Games and Vendors hawked their wares, while he walked with a casual step, the aroma of different foods mingling in the air. It was a pleasant sort of place even if felt off for some reason.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Madame's Carnival: The Fairway</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kitsunetsuki</strong> on <strong>22-08-2010, 02:37:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brit walks through the open gate of the Carnival and looks around for someone to take her admission fee, but there is no one there. Looking around, she sees a few patrons here and there, but it certainly isn't packed, which is somewhat surprising for a Saturday night. Noticing a sign posted on a light pole, she scans it quickly. <br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">"All you need do is ask for what you wish <br>(within reason, after all, blue unicorn juice <br>is only available on the 2nd Full Moon of the year), <br>and your request shall be filled immediately."</span></span></div><br>"Huh. Yeah, right," she muttered softly, walking away from the sign and shaking her head. Pulling out her little pocket camera, she takes a few shots of the games. A teenaged boy wins a big pink teddy bear for his girl, so she snaps their picture. Stopping at what looks like a refreshment stand, she puts her camera back in her pocket and says, "Raspberry slushie." To her amazement, her drink appears on the counter before her in a flash. Picking it up, she sniffs at it, then takes a sip. "Damn...thanks!" she calls out.<br><br>Looking over a small map of the place, she notes the attractions closest to her. "Hmmm..." Brit wasn't sure which one she wanted to see first, but she liked the sound of all of them.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Madame's Carnival: The Fairway</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanaestra</strong> on <strong>22-08-2010, 02:59:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mordred swoops up to the drink stand next to her. "The usual." He takes the ceramic flask that appears, pouring out a tiny shot and knocking it back.<br><br>He turns, apparently just now noticing her. "Oh, hello. How're you enjoying our carnival so far?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Madame's Carnival: The Fairway</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kitsunetsuki</strong> on <strong>22-08-2010, 03:07:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brit's attention had been on the map, but she felt someone next to her almost immediately. Still sipping at her drink she turned to find a rather unusual looking fellow drinking what seemed to be a shot. As he turned, she wasn't sure whether to smile or just walk away. But when he spoke, she felt compelled to answer. <br><br>"Hi. Yeah, I'm enjoying it just fine, thanks!" She turned back towards the map and pointed at it with her drink, "Not sure where I want to go, all the attractions seem pretty interesting." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Madame's Carnival: The Fairway</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanaestra</strong> on <strong>22-08-2010, 03:16:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Mmm, I'm on my break right now. I run the freak show right over that way, and I've got a little shop I just opened on the side. If you can't decide where to go first, perhaps you might accompany me? You could get a little backstage lookaround while we get ready for the next show, if you'd like." He raises an eyebrow, flashing his best winning grin.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Madame's Carnival: The Fairway</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kitsunetsuki</strong> on <strong>22-08-2010, 03:34:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As he spoke, Brit noticed the odd colour of his eyes, but merely filed it away as something to ask about later. He would definitely be a great subject to capture in a photograph, she thought. <br><br>"Oh! A backstage look, you say? That sounds fantastic!" Her eyes brightened at the prospect, wondering how much the paper might pay for pictures of that! <br><br>She blushed slightly at his grin. She wasn't used to people being friendly with her at all. Most of them avoided her because of her temper. Best not look a gift horse in the mouth, she thought. "Just lead the way, sir. By the way, my name's Bridget." She grinned and sipped at her slushie as he guided them to the Freak Show and his shop.<br><br>[Exit to Freak Show &amp; Emporium Extrinsica] (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=63678.msg3513273#msg3513273)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Madame's Carnival: The Fairway</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanaestra</strong> on <strong>23-08-2010, 21:31:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As Brit returns from the freak show (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=63678.msg3520850#msg3520850), temper blazing, she feels an odd warm tingling sensation crawling down her legs, passing as quickly as it appeared, leaving only a mild itchiness in it's place.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Madame's Carnival: The Fairway</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kitsunetsuki</strong> on <strong>23-08-2010, 21:51:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				[Enter from Freak Show &amp; Emporium Extrinsica] (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=63678.msg3520850#msg3520850)<br><br>Brit rushed out onto the Fairway, huffing in anger. I will not be made a fool of, she thought. Looking around for another refreshment stand, she stopped in her tracks. Rubbing her palms over her thighs, it felt as though she had pins and needles crawling down her legs. Her hands tried to rub the sensation away, but as fast as it came, it was gone again. Still rubbing her thighs lightly, Brit was annoyed at the itch the tingling feeling had left behind. She smacked her leg quickly since her nails could not penetrate the thick denim of her jeans and continued looking for a refreshment stand.<br><br>Turning the corner, she nearly ran into one in her rush. Ordering up massive quantities of food, she immediately started stuffing her mouth with onion rings, french fries, pizza, and ice cream. She stood there at the stand, hungrily gobbling up the food until she was satiated. Sipping slowly at the Dr. Pepper she had requested, she lazily turned and looked over the Fairway. Snorting in disgust at the people around her, she tossed her drink into the nearby garbage can and went to explore the rest of the Carnival. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Madame's Carnival: The Fairway</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanaestra</strong> on <strong>24-08-2010, 00:45:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As she ate, again the tingling passes over her. The itching continued to get worse, and her feet started to ache a bit, particularly towards her toes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Madame's Carnival: The Fairway</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kitsunetsuki</strong> on <strong>24-08-2010, 02:04:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				So wrapped up in consuming as much food as possible, Brit hardly noticed as the tingling sensation returned. But, as she took that last sip and started to walk away from the refreshment stand, her legs felt different. Stumbling slightly, she bumped into a man and yelled at him to get out of her way. Her temper was legendary, but this was different. Her feet were aching as she took another step, her toes felt as though they were curling under or something. Grabbing a seat on a nearby bench, she rubbed at her legs, half-tempted to yank off her shoes right then and there to see what the hell was wrong.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Madame's Carnival: The Fairway</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanaestra</strong> on <strong>24-08-2010, 02:23:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When she sits down to rub her legs, she catches sight of one of her ankles, which has gotten a lot hairier than she remembers it last being.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Madame's Carnival: The Fairway</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kitsunetsuki</strong> on <strong>24-08-2010, 02:45:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brit crossed her leg, intending to pull up the leg of her jeans to give herself a better scratch, and gasped at the sight of hair on her ankle. She had never been hirsute and was shocked to see so much hair where none had been before. As she yanked up her jeans, she became even more agitated. I know I shaved this morning, she thought. What the fuck? Switching legs, she looked over the other and started to panic once more. "What the hell is happening to me?" she cried out softly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Madame's Carnival: The Fairway</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanaestra</strong> on <strong>24-08-2010, 03:01:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The throbbing in her feet continued, her shoes beginning to feel uncomfortably tight as her toes curl further.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Madame's Carnival: The Fairway</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kitsunetsuki</strong> on <strong>24-08-2010, 22:21:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Crying out in pain, Brit can feel her toes curling under. Her feet and ankles feel as though they are shifting, very uncomfortably, at that. The pain is accompanied by the tingling and the itching sensation that was currently still running through her legs. Squirming on the bench, she tears at her shoes, ripping them off &amp; staring in horror at her feet.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Madame's Carnival: The Fairway</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanaestra</strong> on <strong>24-08-2010, 22:49:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When she looks, she sees that not only has the shape been changing, her toenails have turned a dull brownish-black, and begun to widen, fusing right before her eyes. The hair growth has set in all along her feet as well, though this is less immediate in it's strangeness.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Madame's Carnival: The Fairway</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kitsunetsuki</strong> on <strong>25-08-2010, 02:08:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As Brit watched her toes and toenails change right then and there, she started to scream, but quickly slapped her hands over her mouth. Looking around, she noticed a few people staring, but they quickly looked away when she met their gaze. This only seemed to infuriate her more. Between the unreal transformation currently taking place and the stares, she wasn't sure what to do. Her feet had morphed to the point where she didn't think she could stand upon them anymore. Holding on to the armrest of the bench, she tried to stand and only managed to stagger a little before plopping back down on the bench. Sobbing into her hands, she felt lost and confused. A ghostly apparition appeared before her suddenly, offering what looked like green cotton candy. Tears streaming down her face, she muttered a quiet thank you as she took the treat and began stuffing it in her mouth. A light cooling sensation easing away some of the pain she had been experiencing.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Madame's Carnival: The Fairway</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanaestra</strong> on <strong>25-08-2010, 02:21:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Just in time, too, as the joint of her ankle begins slowly shifting upward along her leg with a slight creaking sound. At the same time, her nails continue to fuse and thicken, leaving only one split down the middle. The hair growth seems to be speeding up too, more and more hairs growing visibly before her eyes, now.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Madame's Carnival: The Fairway</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kitsunetsuki</strong> on <strong>25-08-2010, 03:22:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Even though the pain was diminished, Brit still felt it as her joints and toes continued to move and shift. Her foot looked more like a hoof now, and as she stared in horror, her hand immediately went to the necklace and the bull's head amulet. She tried to lift it from her chest, but it was as though it was melded there. Scrambling at it with her fingers, she could not lift it at all. Looking down at it, it seemed as though the eyes were glowing, the sight of the red rubies causing her blood to boil suddenly. What the hell is happening to me, she thought.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Madame's Carnival: The Fairway</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanaestra</strong> on <strong>25-08-2010, 03:44:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Finally, her legs and feet seem to have nearly completed their metamorphosis. The furred legs seem to be bulging with powerful new muscles, so much that her old pants feel uncomfortably tight. It's a welcome change, at least, from the inching and aching from before, which seems to have vanished. It's likely to have settled down enough for her to walk, assuming she can manage to keep her balance with this unfamiliar leg shape, that is.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Madame's Carnival: The Fairway</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kitsunetsuki</strong> on <strong>25-08-2010, 21:50:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Running her hands over her thighs and down the rest of her legs, her mind screams at the unfamiliar feel of them. Her jeans stretch and strain against the new muscles beneath them. And while the itching and painful shifting seems to have gone away, Brit feels the now familiar tingling once more. This time, however, it seems to be right above her ass. Crying out softly, she whispers, "What now?" as she tried to turn and see what is happening. Obviously, this all has to do with the amulet, she thought. Determined to confront Mordred, she tries to stand once more, stumbling awkwardly as she tries to get a feel for her new legs. She starts to make her way back to the Freak Show, much slower than she'd care to move, but at least she wasn't stumbling quite as much either.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Madame's Carnival: The Fairway</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanaestra</strong> on <strong>25-08-2010, 22:00:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				In addition to the tingling, Brit can feel a slight pressure beginning to accumulate on the base of her spine, just behind the tingling on her skin.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Madame's Carnival: The Fairway</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kitsunetsuki</strong> on <strong>26-08-2010, 03:46:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brit half-stomps, half-stumbles slowly towards the Freak Show. Already feeling quite the "freak" herself, she tries to maintain her composure, but she can feel her anger bubbling beneath the surface. Reaching around to rub at the spot near her tailbone, her eyes widen as she feels a lump there. And...hair? Oh God, not something else, she thinks to herself. What now?? Stomping firmly now, she starts to pick up speed. She hadn't realized she had wandered so far from the Freak Show when she left it earlier. In her vision, all she can see is red.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Madame's Carnival: The Fairway</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanaestra</strong> on <strong>26-08-2010, 04:01:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She can feel a very slight ache creeping up her body now, but not as unpleasant as the bone shifting. Rather,this feels almost like the ache one might get after a workout.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Madame's Carnival: The Fairway</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kitsunetsuki</strong> on <strong>26-08-2010, 04:23:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Each step/stomp felt heavier than the last to Brit. Her body felt used and abused, as if she had just run 5 miles. Stopping at the same refreshment stand, she ordered more food, asking specifically for something that would make her feel more energetic. What she got smelled foul and she refused to drink it, opting for a very large Mountain Dew instead. Eating the chicken nuggets and fries that she had ordered, she started to feel a little better. But, her body still felt sore. Flexing her leg muscles, she winced in slight pain. Damn that man for whatever he did to me, she thought.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Madame's Carnival: The Fairway</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanaestra</strong> on <strong>26-08-2010, 04:41:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As Brit eats, she can feel her ears flush with heat, along with the now-familiar tingling. Her muscles start feeling better, though. More than merely better, even, she felt a good deal stronger than she ever had before. Though her shirt felt a bit tight now as well, at least it wasn't as uncomfortable as her pants.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Madame's Carnival: The Fairway</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kitsunetsuki</strong> on <strong>26-08-2010, 06:18:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Finishing up the last chicken nugget, Brit felt as though her ears were on fire. The tingling was back with a vengeance as well. Clapping her hands to her ears, she shook her head. Not my ears, too! Still, she felt so much better the more food she got into her system. Noticing a particularly cute boy walk by, she felt a surge and wanted to just run up, tackle him, and start fucking him right then and there. Closing her eyes once more, she tried to calm herself down. Gotta get back to that Freak Show, she thought &amp; started stomping off in that direction.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Madame's Carnival: The Fairway</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanaestra</strong> on <strong>26-08-2010, 06:21:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When she feels her ears, she notices that they've elongated slightly, flattening out and beginning to grow a light coat of fur.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Madame's Carnival: The Fairway</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kitsunetsuki</strong> on <strong>26-08-2010, 08:08:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As she stomped away, Brit felt her ears flicker about. What the hell? Stopping suddenly, she reached up to feel them again. Feeling the odd shape and fur, she balked yet again. Screaming a guttural cry, she cursed as she continued on towards the Freak Show. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Madame's Carnival: The Fairway</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanaestra</strong> on <strong>26-08-2010, 08:24:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As the Freak Show entrance finally comes into view, the pressure above Brit's rear suddenly vanishes as&nbsp; long tail, topped by a large tuft of fur, bursts forth. The tingling of her muscles, which had started out more intensely along her extremities and headed inward, has now reached her core, spreading into her breasts. It isn't long before her bra begins to feel quite uncomfortably tight, and by the time she's a stone's throw from the building, seems to be on the verge of bursting.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Madame's Carnival: The Fairway</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kitsunetsuki</strong> on <strong>26-08-2010, 08:39:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brit sees the Freak Show ahead and starts to charge forward, but is stopped by the odd sensation of something shooting forth from her lower back. Twisting around, she sees the long tail that has crept out of her jeans. Brit grabs it and pulls it around, staring at the hairy tip. Giving it a firm yank, she yelps. As she lets it go, it flickers about and she tests moving it back and forth. This has got to be a dream, she thought. There's no other explanation for it! <br><br>As she nears the doors of the Freak Show, she can feel another surge flow through her body. Her clothing feels beyond restrictive at this point. Looking down, her breasts seem nearly twice their previous size and ready to burst through her bra. Crying out loudly, she bursts through the Freak Show doors...<br><br>[Exit to Freak Show &amp;&nbsp; Emporium Extrinsica] (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=63678.msg3537966#msg3537966)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Madame's Carnival: The Fairway</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>johny251</strong> on <strong>13-09-2010, 23:02:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jackson Kealoha made his way down the fairway, taking in the sights of the carnival as he walked.&nbsp; He was like a kid, smiling and excited about finally making it.&nbsp; It had taken him three months and a few thousand miles, but now that he was there it had all been worth it.&nbsp; He grabbed a hot dog and a coke as he strolled, enjoying the excitement and liveliness of the place.&nbsp; It seemed to have all sorts of attractions and Jax was looking forward to seeing them all.<br><br>Before long he found himself standing in front of a teacup ride. The lights were out and a small 'out of order' sign was hung from it.&nbsp; Most folks walked by without paying it any attention, but curiosity got the better of him and without thinking anything of it he pulled his Leatherman from his pocket and began to tinker with the machine.&nbsp; Within a few minutes he'd found the source of the trouble and tweaked the machine bringing it back to life.<br><br>As the lights flickered back to life it gave Jax a sense of satisfaction.&nbsp; It wasn't a terribly popular ride, he was sure, but in its own little way it brought a little more fun to the place.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Madame's Carnival: The Fairway</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kitsunetsuki</strong> on <strong>14-09-2010, 00:11:43</strong>
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				Madame had been away from her Carnival for far longer than she had expected. As she entered the fairway, she felt as though she was home again. Her business with Drake was still pending, but somehow, the place felt calmer, less chaotic than the last time she was here. Strolling through the various twists and turns, she noted that things seemed to be running smoothly. Drake had her small black device so, she wasn't able to check on everything. Still, she was pleased to find nothing out of the ordinary going on.<br><br>As she turned a corner, however, she noticed a tall fellow fiddling with one of the rides. Approaching him quietly, she reached up to tap him on his shoulder. Distracted momentarily by the ride lighting up, its tinkling music piping out of the speakers above, she smiled up at him as she spoke. "Excuse me? Do I know you? I am Madame Saru, owner of this Carnival..." She let her voice trail off as she took note of his height. He's certainly a tall one, she thought.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Madame's Carnival: The Fairway</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>johny251</strong> on <strong>14-09-2010, 13:20:37</strong>
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				Jax looked down at the voluptuous redhead beside him and returned her smile, warm and genuine. “Oh, sorry- bad habit of mine.&nbsp; I can’t walk past something broken and not try to fix it and no, you don’t know me yet.” He dropped the tool into his pocket and extended his hand to shake.&nbsp; <br><br>He stood nearly a foot taller than her, but she had an undeniable charisma and presence which he felt right away. “Aloha, I’m called Jax.&nbsp; Jackson Kealoha, it’s very nice to meet you Madame Saru- you’ve got a great carnival.” He wasn’t one to beat around the bush so dove right in, “And I was hoping you might be hiring.” Jax figured he had one shot at convincing her so he took it.<br><br>“I’m good with my hands- I can fix anything,” he started as he pointed his thumb in the direction of the now functional amusement, “I don’t mind hard work, I like meeting new people and I’m willing to do just about any job you might give me.” The smile never left his face as he spoke.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Madame's Carnival: The Fairway</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kitsunetsuki</strong> on <strong>23-09-2010, 02:26:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Madame smiled up at Jax, shook his hand, and listened to his little pitch. He was obviously handy and could be of some use, especially with her device still on the fritz. Giving him a long slow look, she nodded her head in reply. "Well, I don't normally take on new staff, but I can see you being an asset to my small Carnival, Jax." Tilting her head slightly, she grinned. An asset, indeed, she thought, her mind swirling with ideas she wouldn't admit to for any money in the world.<br><br>"Now, would you like to see more of the Carnival? Or would you like to go somewhere to talk? Or both, perhaps? La Grande Roue is up ahead," she said, pointing towards the large ferris wheel breaking up the sky. "Or, we could go back to my parlour, grab a drink and get to negotiations as far as your employment here." Hooking her arm through his, she winked up at him slyly. "The choice is up to you..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Madame's Carnival: The Fairway</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Natpige</strong> on <strong>23-09-2010, 14:12:39</strong>
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				Leaving the foggy and familiar park she somehow managed to get lost in behind, Eva (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=54196.msg3670478#msg3670478) entered the Carnival.<br><br>"Why haven't I heard about this fair being in town" she muttered to herself and then decided she should get some friends to come also. But when she realized she had used up all the juice in her cellphone she reluctantly put it back and with a sigh figured she would have to check out the mysterious place on her own.<br><br>Walking down one of the many streetways, taking in all the strange sights, she started getting curious and when she stopped in front of a strange looking thing called the Funhouse, she did feel a bit disappointed finding the doors to the amusement closed.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Madame's Carnival: The Fairway</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>johny251</strong> on <strong>23-09-2010, 18:39:59</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=54319.msg3670429#msg3670429">Quote from: Kit on 23-09-2010, 02:26:18</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Now, would you like to see more of the Carnival? Or would you like to go somewhere to talk? Or both, perhaps? La Grande Roue is up ahead," she said, pointing towards the large ferris wheel breaking up the sky. "Or, we could go back to my parlour, grab a drink and get to negotiations as far as your employment here." Hooking her arm through his, she winked up at him slyly. "The choice is up to you..."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Jax was happy that she hadn't dismissed him outright and was willing to discuss things further.&nbsp; <em>'That's a good sign.'</em> He told himself as he listened to her proposals of what he might like to do.&nbsp; Of course he wanted to get to the negotiations, but didn't want to seem too eager- besides how could he pass up a personal tour given by the owner herself?<br><br>His eyes traveled the length of her arm to her fingertip and farther on to the Ferris wheel as she spoke. He'd walked past the wheel earlier but hadn't gone on it.&nbsp; "I'd imagine the view is great from up there," he said as he looked back to her and admired the great view he currently had. Being tall certainly had its advantages.&nbsp; "Why don't we start there, you can show me around from the top and then I'd love to have a drink with you." He made a large arcing motion with his free arm.&nbsp; "Madam Saru, I'm in your hands."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Madame's Carnival: The Fairway</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kitsunetsuki</strong> on <strong>24-09-2010, 08:06:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Saru grinned to herself as she could practically read his mind from the expressions crisscrossing his face. As he indicated La Grande Roue, she blushed with the memory of her last visit to her beloved Ferris wheel. Smirking lightly, she nodded. "Yes, the view is spectacular from the cabins, it truly is a wonder to behold. La Grande Roue it is then!" Her eyes lit up slightly at his comment. "In my hands? Already, you are so trusting, Jax. Your mind may be much changed by the time your service is done here. Let us begin, then..." <br><br>Holding his arm lightly, she guided them towards the large wheel in the sky ahead. "I had La Grande Roue custom built, you know. There is no other Ferris wheel like it in the world. The cabins are large with padded banquet seats along each wall. The windows line both sides of the cabin, so no matter where you sit, you have a wonderful view. Each car can hold up to eight people, easily. Though, for the most part, only one or two enter at a time. Sometimes you'll see a group of four, but rarely that many."<br><br>As they got nearer, she sighed happily. She liked the feel of a man's arm beneath her hand. She didn't grip him tightly, but she could tell he was muscular, her fingers tracing the lines of his forearm lightly as they walked. Stealing sideways glances at the man, she admired his easy carefree manner. The lines of his face were strong, but not sharp. The girls will adore him, she thought to herself. Suddenly, the wheel loomed before them. "Ah, here we are!"<br><br>[Exit to La Grande Roue]
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