Madame's Carnival: Funhouse
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				Title: <strong>Madame's Carnival: Funhouse</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kitsunetsuki</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 20:36:28</strong>
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				<strong>Welcome to the Funhouse… enter at your own risk…</strong><br><br>(http://kikikat.wordpress.com/files/2009/12/funhouse_still_c1.jpg)<br><br>Shaky floors and spinning doors aside, it is whispered that the fun house is actually haunted. And while Madame will neither confirm nor deny this, she will insist you proceed with caution. Things are definitely not what they seem…<br><br>(http://kikikat.wordpress.com/files/2009/12/funhouse-walls.jpg)<br><br>Also, while it is thought to be a slightly insane or even sadistic obstacle course, Madame likes to view it as a place where people can briefly experience a world unlike anything they’ve ever seen…or felt…or…well, let’s just say you may enter innocent, and exit changed for life.<br><br>Important: Your experience here will vary, depending on who is assigned to attend to you. Madame has given all of her staff a judicious amount of autonomy in their play. Be sure you discuss things with staff before proceeding.<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><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Madame's Carnival: Funhouse</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanaestra</strong> on <strong>06-12-2009, 23:20:58</strong>
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				The funhouse facade looms before Connie, the interior seemingly unlit. In the darkness within, she can make out a long, crooked hallway, and yes... A small flicker of motion as whatever she saw before disappeared into the funhouse depths.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Madame's Carnival: Funhouse</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>erin 27f</strong> on <strong>08-12-2009, 01:05:30</strong>
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				Connie looked up at the sign of the building before she entered, "Slice of Life". She had no idea why a funhouse would be called such a thing but again her first thought was that it would probably add a little bit of storyline. She noticed the slide exit on one side but she hadn't seen how deep the building went.<br><br>She shook her head as she walked inside, wondering what she was doing but she again saw the smallish figure and spoke. "Hello? Please, don't run" Connie asked politely and then wondered why she had done so, adding in a whisper to herself. "Whatever you are."<br><br>The building wasn't lit very well but she could see enough that she knew she was walking down a hallway. The walls were tight on both sides but it was as if the path weren't straight. She noticed the wall jutted in on the left and then 10 feet further, would jut it on the right as if the path was crooked. <br><br>A bit of claustrophobia was entering Connie's mind as she crossed her arms and held them, shivering just a bit as she felt a slight temperature drop inside as well, once she got further from the front door.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Madame's Carnival: Funhouse</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanaestra</strong> on <strong>08-12-2009, 07:37:29</strong>
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				Around the bend, she doesn't see the slightest trace of the thing she followed in... Suddenly, though, she hears a scampering behind her, and a loud screech of a rusty metal door being pulled shut. The hallway darkens considerably with the loss of natural sunlight, pitiful though it had been, and she's suddenly very aware of the sensation that something is watching her...
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Madame's Carnival: Funhouse</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>erin 27f</strong> on <strong>09-12-2009, 00:48:36</strong>
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				Connie felt the cold surround her but it was a startling sound that elicited a scream from her lips. She turned as she screamed and again saw a flash of green before the front door back down the hallway was shut. It got darker, even a bit colder and even as she regained some of her composure, she admitted to herself she was a bit scared.<br><br>"Wow," She thought to herself. "They are pretty good with scaring people and getting inside people's heads. Maybe a little too good."<br><br>Connie looked around in all directions and couldn't help feeling that something or somebody was there. It was almost too quiet. <br><br>"Hello?" Connie called out, sounding like every scream queen of bad horror films she swore she'd never be like but she was writing a story. This was a funhouse, or at least she thought it was.
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				Post by: <strong>Lanaestra</strong> on <strong>09-12-2009, 01:26:41</strong>
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				"Teehee..." Connie hears a giggle as someone steps out around the corner. Not a lot can be made out in the darkness, save that they seem to be female, and their eyes glow a slight orange in the darkness.<br><br>"Welcome to the funhouse~" She says in a voice clearly sounding to innocent to actually be. "I'm sure you'll- <em>enjoy</em> your stay." An eerie smile can be made out through the gloom.
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				Post by: <strong>erin 27f</strong> on <strong>09-12-2009, 02:12:00</strong>
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				Connie got a bit more startled when she heard the voice and saw the figure come out from around the corner but that was really all she could make out - a figure. <br><br>She heard its voice - very feminine, innocent, almost the exact opposite of what she'd expect to hear in a place like this. But the voice at least comforted her. Connie said a polite "Thank you" when welcomed to the funhouse, knowing it was a nice, standard introduction by the carnival's employee inside the attraction.<br><br>She wished it was a little brighter so that she could jot down a few notes on what she was seeing but she'd have to go by memory. And if she happened to get into a conversation with anyone, there was always her little digital recorder.<br><br>What was most peculiar were the orange eyes the figure had. That was a special effect that seemed too real and then the figure's teeth glowed a bit when it smiled, making Connie feel a bit uneasy but not enough to feel scared.
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				Post by: <strong>Lanaestra</strong> on <strong>09-12-2009, 02:37:46</strong>
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				"You're the reporter they sent to do any article on our carnival, yes? I'm sure you have plenty of questions... by the time you get out of here, you'll likely have many more... But if you can make it through the obstacle course my master has set up, he's promised to answer any questions you might have... Or any other indulgences you may desire by then..." And with that, a trapdoor opens under the figure, who promptly drops out of sight, the trapdoor closing so tightly one can't even see that it's there...
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				Post by: <strong>erin 27f</strong> on <strong>09-12-2009, 03:37:39</strong>
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				Connie tried to get a better look at what she thought was a female but the orange eyes flickered as she spoke and shocked her by knowing that she was a reporter. Was she that obvious? Probably because no one knew unless the proprietor had told all of the workers there to expect Connie.<br><br>An obstacle course? Connie first was dismayed but then thought it was just part of the act - what they told every person that happened to make their way through the old door. Even the little part of indulgences seemed rehearsed but a little part of her thought the characters truly bought into their roles.<br><br>Suddenly a trapdoor opened and she saw the figure disappear into the floor and the trapdoor was replaced just as quickly. Careful not to step on that piece of the floor even though no markings could be seen, Connie passed down another corridor, thinking this funhouse might be the main focus of the story. It was a pleasant surprise so far and something she'd enjoy writing about.
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				Post by: <strong>Lanaestra</strong> on <strong>09-12-2009, 04:14:05</strong>
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				It didn't take long for the hallway to come to an end. But at the end of the hallway was the entrance to a small tunnel, lit by small, dim light in covered recesses in the sides. The hole was no more than a few feet around, and the tunnel not any wider.
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				Post by: <strong>erin 27f</strong> on <strong>09-12-2009, 04:29:59</strong>
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				Connie had half walked, half felt her way to the end of the darkly-lit corridor only to nearly go face first into a wall. She looked and saw a small entrance to what looked like a dark tunnel.<br><br>"Really?" Connie said aloud, wondering if there was any other way but resigned herself to fitting into the small opening. She had to crouch down a bit so her head didn't hit the top of the tunnel and her hands pressed against the side as she reminded herself she would have to wash and sanitize her hands after having to touch the sides of the tunnel for balance. <br><br>Connie began to walk down the tunnel, following the small, very dim, yellowish-orange lights inside the covered recesses on the sides of the tunnel.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Madame's Carnival: Funhouse</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanaestra</strong> on <strong>09-12-2009, 04:36:47</strong>
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				There was a comically lout 'twanngggg' sound as she walks into a nearly invisible tripwire, which breaks readily, before a concealed nozzle behind her sprays a large jet of cold liquid at her rear, drenching much of her jeans. An odd, mildly acrid, though not overly bothersome smell fills the air...
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				Post by: <strong>erin 27f</strong> on <strong>09-12-2009, 04:55:51</strong>
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				There was no way any person that didn't have night vision goggles on could see the tripwire that Connie triggered as she walked gingerly down the tunnel. She heard the odd but loud 'twang' sound and froze but then shrieked as loudly as girls half her age did as a cold jet of liquid sprayed onto her jeans and backside. <br><br>Connie couldn't believe what had just happened and didn't notice the smell at first as she reached a hand behind her and felt that her jeans were soaked. <br><br>"What the hell?" Connie said in disgust. "If these jeans or boots are ruined, I hope you have insurance." Her delight for the funhouse had turned to distaste as she now smelled the odd odor in the air, wondering if it came out with the liquid or if it was the liquid itself. <br><br>She continued to swear under her breath as she crept along the tunnel, trying to be careful now of any more tripwires, walking only inches at a time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Madame's Carnival: Funhouse</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanaestra</strong> on <strong>09-12-2009, 05:14:02</strong>
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				Now that she was looking for them, she managed to spot at least a dozen other tripwires in the tunnel ahead, at nearly every conceivable height and angle. It would be a pain trying to avoid all of them, as you'd need to duct and contort in almost every way imaginable to get around them. To make matters worse, the bits of her under the areas that got soaked were beginning to get somewhat warm.
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				Post by: <strong>erin 27f</strong> on <strong>09-12-2009, 05:52:54</strong>
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				If there was one thing Connie was, it was quick and insightful. Her intelligence led her to analyze the situation like it was some kind of math problem. This was a funhouse and she was on some sort of 'obstacle course' like the figure said and to make matters worse, that liquid that had sprayed onto her backside was making her skin warm in the few places it had either saturated to or had touched.<br><br>"Alright, well, this might be the only logical way to do this," Connie said to herself and took off in a bit of a hunched over sprint with her arms out in front of her as to not choke herself on any of the wires and began to trigger the wires but kept going, picking up a bit of speed and she let out a bit of a scream as she did it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Madame's Carnival: Funhouse</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanaestra</strong> on <strong>09-12-2009, 06:08:35</strong>
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				Countless jets activate, spraying her from practically every direction. She quickly notices that in places where bare skin is sprayed, she becomes much warmer much more quickly, and a slight tingling sensation spreads. She can see the end of the tunnel up ahead, but out the other side is darkness...
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				Post by: <strong>erin 27f</strong> on <strong>09-12-2009, 19:39:00</strong>
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				Connie had already made her mind up. Her moving quicker through the tunnel kept the amount of the liquid flying onto her smaller than it would have been had she tried to maneuver through them and tripped just one. She closed her eyes as she got near the end of the tunnel and went into the darkness - unsure of what was on the other side but not liking the warming feeling on her skin that liquid had caused. 
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				Post by: <strong>Lanaestra</strong> on <strong>09-12-2009, 21:16:21</strong>
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				As she hurtles out of the end of the tunnel, she falls several feet before landing with a splash in a cold pool of water. The bottom is somewhat lit, and it looks like the pool is about ten feet deep, maybe twenty around. The room is cylindrical, the ceiling well out of sight in the dim lighting. In the bottom of the pool, at the center, is a comically oversized plug, easily larger around than she is.<br><br>As she takes in the room, however, she notices a chunk of what looks like denim float to the surface near her... She quickly realizes her clothes are coming apart!
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Madame's Carnival: Funhouse</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>erin 27f</strong> on <strong>10-12-2009, 16:28:31</strong>
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				Connie let out a short scream as she fell into nothingless, even though it was a short fall into pool of water. She splashed in and it was very cold against her. As she came back to the surface and tried to regain her composure from the cold shock, Connie got very frustrated.<br><br>"I would THINK you would let people know they are going to get wet!" Connie screamed out at nobody. It was almost as if she was in a holding tank and she looked down at the lit bottom with the huge oversized plug. "Oh, well that's promising" Connie told herself as she began to look around. Most everything else was dark and as she turned in a circular motion to survey what was around her, she saw the piece of denim floating on the surface. She was struggling a bit in her designer boots to tread water but her eyes flew open in shock.<br><br>Connie reached below the water, hoping that it wasn't the case but her fear was realized. Her hand felt the back of her jeans and there was a decent-sized hole as she felt her underwear.<br><br>"What the fuck?" Connie screamed out again, wondering if that stuff in the tunnel was some sort of acid. She felt three or four holes in the back of her jeans and as she was turning and reaching down, the belt of her jeans loosened as if it had been cut. "I really hope this place has fucking insurance for ruining my clothes. She now checked her entire body and little shreds of her cardigan came off in the water, one or two little pieces of her sleeveless shirt beneath that were exposed and were hit by the liquid, a few more pieces of denim from the front and back of her jeans.<br><br>She swam over to the sides of the pool but since the room was cylindrical, she had no ledge to get out. Connie became more and more frustrated as she waded back into the middle of the pool and looked down again. That was a decent sized swim to the bottom and what if she couldn't get that plug off? Or worse, what if she did and she was sucked through to a drainage system? She didn't see anywhere else to go.<br><br>Connie took a few deep breaths and then dropped into the water, allowing her boots to take her down a good bit before she turned and swam down head first. It took her five or six full strokes downward until she reached the plug. Since it was big, there was a lot to hold onto and she pulled up with all her strength. The water pressure kept it on for a while but then it gave and even underwater, Connie heard the PLOP sound.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Madame's Carnival: Funhouse</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanaestra</strong> on <strong>10-12-2009, 23:49:06</strong>
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				As she nears the bottom, though, she sees countless strange, oily hands emerge from the floor of the pool. They reach out, trying to grab her leg, like a strange sort of seaweed, angling towards her when she drew near instead of merely swaying idly...
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				Post by: <strong>erin 27f</strong> on <strong>14-12-2009, 04:22:48</strong>
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				Connie was committed to getting the plug open, despite the hands now that were coming up from the bottom of the pool. She thought it was a very nice addition to the special effects of the funhouse but she was in no mood to congratulate them. She was still pretty mad about the holes in her clothes and her boots.<br><br>With all her strength, Connie pulled upwards, feeling some suction downward, like a whirlpool as the water in the pool began to empty. She then used her heavy boots to kick off the bottom, thinking she had felt some hands grab at her feet as she did and fired upward like a missile to the surface of the water while holding on to what she could of the plug until she was forced to drop it about halfway up.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Madame's Carnival: Funhouse</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanaestra</strong> on <strong>15-12-2009, 00:06:22</strong>
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				The plug came out with a pronounced sub-aquatic 'plunk', and the water quickly began to drain, farming a large whirlpool. One of the hands catches her ankle with surprising strength, pulling her down but also keeping her from being sucked away. Once on has hold of her, though, more tug her down into their grasp, and begin groping her rather thoroughly as the water drains.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Madame's Carnival: Funhouse</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kitsunetsuki</strong> on <strong>30-12-2009, 20:28:37</strong>
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				<em><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">Connie has escaped the Funhouse...it is now OPEN for any other visitors. Please contact Madame if you wish to enter.<br><br>Thank you...<br>~Madame Saru</span></span></em>
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				Post by: <strong>Lord Drake</strong> on <strong>22-05-2010, 01:29:32</strong>
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				<em>[comin' from the Parlour]</em><br><br>"Well I'll be..." Drake said, looking around "...it feels almost like home."<br><br>He was still holding Madame Saru by her arm, and his gaze was running on the funky construction in front of him. He was seeming genuinely impressed although... for some reason he did not seem to be looking at the construction as it was but rather at... something beyond.<br><br>"It seems that more than one half of this funhouse is... unusual. Are you sure that your guests come out all in one piece from here?"<br><br>Drake smiled and turned to look at Madame. He <em>had</em> to swallow for the third time that day, as her curvaceous figure filled again his eyes. For some reason it seemed that every time his gaze met her, Drake's brain started trying to wander around in different directions, some of which definitely NOT proper...<br><br>He kicked himself inwardly. It was not acceptable that a single woman - although likeable and beautiful - could send his mind heading for the gutter that way... especially NOT if that woman was a customer.<br><br>He tried to say something, to avoid staring too much at her bosom.<br><br>"Shall we have a look inside? I've always wanted to visit a Funhouse with a beautiful lady..."
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				Post by: <strong>Kitsunetsuki</strong> on <strong>22-05-2010, 04:31:59</strong>
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				As they entered the Funhouse, Madame looked around in wonder herself. It had been awhile since she’d visited the attraction. Her Staff took such good care of her Carnival that she rarely had to check up on it herself. In fact, the only time she was called was when something went wrong, it seems. More than a little aware of her arm in his, she willed herself to focus on the Funhouse instead.<br><br>Chuckling lightly at his observation, Madame smiled back at him. Looking into his eyes, she could almost see a flicker of…<em>something</em>…cross his face. She gave him her standard smirk, her right eyebrow raised, as if to say ‘I know what you’re thinking.’ But, she left well enough alone for now. She had to admit, however, that the thought of being with him made the blood rush to parts of her body she had ignored for some time. <br><br>Just as he could hardly keep his eyes off of her, she kept stealing glances at Drake as well. If she were to make a list of everything she found attractive in a man, and applied such a list to Drake, each box would have a check mark. <br><br>But, while she flirted with him here and there, she kept her manner respectful. Despite the glances she caught him giving her, and the occasional awkward silence between them; she couldn’t be sure how receptive he would be if she pursued him in earnest. She knew he was a businessman first and foremost. <br><br>Feeling her face flush yet again at his compliment, she tried to look away but felt captured in his gaze. “Yes, let’s take a look around. It’s been awhile since I’ve been in here myself.”<br><br>“As for the Funhouse itself, it is definitely unusual. As with everything else in my Carnival, there’s a touch of the supernatural involved. As for guests leaving in one piece….well, I couldn’t really say,” she replied and let her voice trail off as they ventured further inside.<br><br>“Watch your step, Drake. We’re coming up to the part with the spinning discs on the floor. One misstep will send you flying.” She grinned up at him. “But don’t worry, I’ll protect you.” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Madame's Carnival: Funhouse</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lord Drake</strong> on <strong>22-05-2010, 11:03:47</strong>
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				There was an inherent problem of having blood rush to certain parts of one’s body and it was:&nbsp; if you were male, it risked to become… evident. And Drake was male… very so. And so, he redoubled his efforts to maintain his cool, appealing to all his self-control since it was always freakingly difficult to steer a human brain from a <em>certain</em> train of thought once it had grabbed hold of it. <br><br>Forcing himself to tear his gaze away from Madame’s inviting curves, Drake extracted again his magnifying glass and scratched his chin lightly as they ventured inside. “In fact, there is a reason for me wanting to start from here…” he said “…I do not know what we are looking for, yet but I think we should seek a… manifestation of some kind. Your device is unique and it can be put out of commission only by something that is also unique…”<br><br>His voice was regaining his professional tone. “Now… since I think that you and your staff keep an eye open for things amiss, my idea was to look first in the places where odd manifestations could be overlooked. Since in this place <em>everything</em> is odd… it may be that something unusual here has escaped your staff’s notice…”<br><br>Drake grinned “..a bit like in wedding parties. I have seen that happen. Someone sneaks in and both the groom and the bride think that he is a friend of the other one. Maybe we can have a look and see if there is something that should not be here?”<br><br>His sharp gaze cut through the space around him, carefully examining his surroundings. He was happy to have something to distract his mind from… her. And so he did not hear her last warning about spinning discs on the ground.<br><br>“Now… the place seems calm enough but I wonder…” he mumbled thoughtfully before stopping on his track and looking up “hey… what’s that up thereeeeeEEEWOAH!”<br><br>Drake’s quick reflexes would probably have been enough to save him from the spinning discs… unfortunately he was distracted and so when he felt the ground spin wildly under his feet, he lost his balance and staggered flailing in Madame Saru’s direction… and then fell down on top of her!<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Madame's Carnival: Funhouse</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kitsunetsuki</strong> on <strong>22-05-2010, 19:12:02</strong>
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				Madame knew very well that her Carnival and its attractions were “unusual.” No one would know better than her just how unusual they were, in fact. <br><br>She had been taught long ago that energy, no matter what kind, draws more energy. So, when dealing with items that have great amounts of energy, you could be sure that things of similar energy would be attracted. She found it funny that people often said such things as, “Like attracts like” and “Opposites attract,” for they were both true. Energy is energy, period.<br><br>Knowing that some of her attractions were considered haunted, she wondered if they might be attracting other ghostly visitors. Ones she hadn’t called! As Drake mentioned a manifestation of sorts, she quieted her mind and did her best to focus upon finding such a thing.<br><br>She murmured that it was entirely possible for her and her staff to miss something like that. “We do keep our eyes open for anything and everything, but since the energy of this place is so strong already, an addition to that energy might not be noticed right away.”<br><br>As they wandered further into the Funhouse, Madame kept her eyes trained to the floor. The discs were actually a part of the floor, built in to blend in. They did not move until they felt pressure upon them, so it was a trick to make sure you did not step where they were. <br><br>Madame’s keen eye allowed her to see where they were, but apparently Drake was too distracted for he was suddenly careening out of control. “Drake!!” She called out, too late in her warning, it seemed.<br><br>As he faltered, Saru could sense he was about to land on her, and through her quick reflexes she maneuvered her body so that neither of them would suffer much from the fall. The only problem being that they landed upon another disc! <br><br>Clutching to each other, they slid around the room, the discs sending them flying in one direction, and then the other. The initial panicked cries caused by falling soon turned into laughter from both parties as they caromed about the room.<br><br>Finally coming to a stop at the far end, they were both left panting and laughing. Drake was still atop her, and she couldn’t help but notice how his eyes crinkled in the corners as he laughed. She fought the urge to roll him over and kiss him. Oh, how she wanted this man!<br><br>Drake wasn’t heavy, but the feel of him atop her sent small electric pulses through her body. Suddenly, it felt as though all of her blood was being directed to a much lower point on her body. Her pulse was evident in places it should not be. She did not have to look to see that her dress had moved and exposed parts of her normally kept hidden. <br><br>Looking into his eyes, her laughter fading away, she felt him shift. Something was pressing into her. She flushed a brilliant red as she guessed what it might be. Her hand tentatively reached up to touch his cheek, stopping just an inch before making contact. A slightly confused look crossed her face as she whispered, “Drake?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Madame's Carnival: Funhouse</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lord Drake</strong> on <strong>23-05-2010, 01:24:51</strong>
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				“For the sake of..” Drake fell down and landed on something soft and good smelling. He instinctively clung to that softness that revealed shortly thereafter be Madame Saru’s body.<br><br>The two of them fell down on the spinning discs and were sent careening around the room in a mad, whirling dance. Drake gave another couple of outraged shouts and then… he fell under the influence of Madame’s infectious laughter and started laughing himself, while caroming together with her on the floor of the room. That was <em>some</em> start for an investigation, that was for sure!<br><br>They ended up in a heap on the side of the room. “This is not a funhouse” Drake complained while still laughing&nbsp; “This is a friggin’ pinball! I hope you don’t shoot your visitors through the exit door with ballistas…” He giggled and snorted, a mischievous expression on his normally serious face.<br><br>Then, he suddenly realized that he was currently lying on the soft, petite form of Madame. Looking down, he also realized that she was panting slightly and that her cleavage was much larger than before, due to the rumpling of the dress, and her beautiful breasts looked like they were about to slip out any moment.<br><br>Also, her gown had moved up and Drake caught a brief glimpse of a couple of beautiful legs and, above them an exquisitely rounded pair of hips. Drake blinked twice and lost control of his brain who took advantage of that occasion to head straight to the gutter.<br><br>On Drake’s behalf one could say that curvaceous women were actually his favorites and Madame was a particularly fine specimen of that sort. Fact is that Drake’s mind came out with a couple very graphic images about her and him, alone in a secluded place and involved in… interesting activities. Drake’s body reacted accordingly to those images and since he was not a lightly equipped man, a solid bulge appeared between his legs. He tried to shift his body but it was too late. Little Drake was alive, it seemed, and was leaning against Madame Saru.<br><br>Drake blushed furiously at the sight of her confused look. He wanted to dislodge himself from her and stand up immediately… but somehow his body seemed to refuse to move. It felt too good to lean against her soft body, looking at her beautifully full bosom rise and fall…. <br><br>Drake took her hand in his own and the look he gave her was almost apologetic. “Saru…” he started…&nbsp; and then shut up because he did not know what to say. That woman was really making his blood boil in his veins.<br><br>Then, he suddenly raised his head, fixing his gaze on a corner of the ceiling. His expression hardened, like he was seeing something that he did not like… although the corner seemed devoid of anything interesting. Then, suddenly, something… like a floating ghostly shape glittered for an instant and then disappeared. Drake cursed under his breath and jumped on his feet.<br><br>“Ah no!” he growled, without really paying much attention to what he was saying “if you want to see me make a fool of myself in front of a sexy lady you may as well pay the ticket!”<br><br>He turned to Madame Saru. “I am betting that this one is an intruder here. Can you confirm?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Madame's Carnival: Funhouse</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kitsunetsuki</strong> on <strong>28-05-2010, 17:59:34</strong>
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				Drake had always been the perfect model of a businessman with her, and while Saru might have caught glimpses of his attraction to her before, she had never felt it quite so evidently pressed against her leg. And from the feel of things, he certainly wasn’t small in the game. At his blush, Madame became even more confused. She could sense a battle of will versus desire within him and wanted to reach out and assure him of her desires as well.<br><br>As he took her hand within his and said her name, she felt her heart skip a beat. Always the gentleman, she thought. She steeled herself to hear whatever it was he might say. She fully expected him to mutter some apology and pretend that his attraction did not exist. She looked up into his eyes, but he didn’t speak. He simply looked down at her with that sad, sorrowful look upon his face. All she wanted was to reach up and pull him down into a searing kiss. To reach out and brush his hair back out of his face, and kiss him; kiss him again and again until everything else faded away. But, she knew this was not possible. Not here, not now…<br><br>She was about to say something when he looked up towards the ceiling. Moving her attention away from Drake and his body pressing into hers, she immediately sensed another presence. She did not have to see it to feel it. The hairs at the back of her neck stood on end, and she felt the air chill around them. As Drake leapt to his feet, she followed suit, rising swiftly behind him. <br><br>Madame could not help but smile at his words. A fool of himself? If only he knew just how much she wanted him. There was no end to the depths of her desire for this tall, handsome man before her. Her mind kept toying with her, bringing up images of them in the throes of passion. Lips locked, bodies ravaging each other…And if she wasn’t flushed enough from the recent excitement, she blushed further at hearing him call her sexy, she was distracted for but a moment. <br><br>In a flash, she spotted the specter out of the corner of her eye. As with all ghosts, they never liked to show themselves directly to anyone. If you saw them at all, it was by chance, when you weren’t really looking. She knew the tell-tale physical signs, however. “Yes, I see it, Drake. And it definitely doesn’t belong here.”<br><br>Moving towards where the ghostly figure appeared, Madame felt the air getting colder around her. Goosebumps rise on her flesh. The air is so cold that she can see her breath come out in a fog before her. But then suddenly the temperature returns to normal. “Whatever it is, it doesn’t want to be seen or noticed in any way. We better keep going.”<br><br>Turning to Drake, Madame finally notices the disarray of her dress as she sees his eyes wander for a split second to her cleavage. Quickly turning her back, she adjusts her dress, smoothing it out. Chuckling nervously as she turns back to him, she smiles and reaches out to take his arm. “Shall we?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Madame's Carnival: Funhouse</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lord Drake</strong> on <strong>02-06-2010, 12:32:45</strong>
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				Always the gentleman….<br><br>Drake actually was <em>forced</em> to behave gentlemanly with Madame Saru… especially in that predicament. He was forced to do that because the alternative was pin her to the ground and smother her with kisses and… else. Drake had by then realized that Madame was somehow pressing a lot of buttons inside him and many of them were having a definite effect on the temperature of his own blood. In fact, his businessman’s self control was the only thing restraining him from making some foolish move on her.<br><br>Drake’s life had been… peculiar to say the least, and he was more than accustomed in dealing with the supernatural. He had actually developed a sort of… taste for the unusual with time, and the fact that Madame was a kitsune did not intimidate him at all. On the contrary, he found that thought rather arousing… as if he needed to be more aroused than he already was! Drake was really treading on dangerous ground… on the borderline of what was really acceptable for a businessman. And that was something that happened to him in EXTREMELY rare occasions.<br><br>In fact, Drake had to admit to himself that if it was only a question of “liking”, things would have been much easier. Unfortunately, the urge that Drake was feeling about Madame was something much more deep and powerful… his mind was indulging in thoughts about things he would like to do with her that involved much more than simple kissing, and Drake’s imagination could be <em>very</em> explicit in things like that. Especially given Madame’s curvaceous forms and round bottom.<br><br>It was almost a gift from the gods the sudden presence of the spiritual entity. Drake’s mind could unclench itself momentarily from that slew of sensuously dirty thoughts and focus again on the situation. That ghostly form was not entirely unexpected to him… although he was still unsure of its true nature, his initial suspects seemed actually confirmed by that manifestation.<br><br>He felt the air suddenly freezing and recognized that as a hint of poltergeist-like manifestation… and this seemed to support his little theory, too. If he was right, this one was a <em>very</em> old chap… so old that probably Madame could have problems actually speaking with him, unless she knew Phoenician, that is.<br><br>Oh well… Drake was there for a reason and he would be ready to do his best to aid. The manifestation seemed to have disappeared and drake’s nose was telling him that the entity had left that place in a hurry… where did that one go was obviously everyone’s guess although Drake was being impressed by Madame’s medianic abilities and so he hoped she could be an asset in that particular chase.<br><br>He looked at her straightening her dress… and heard her words.<br><br>“Shall we?”<br><br>Drake chuckled. He was already making a fool of himself and Madame was a sharp one. No use in trying to mend the damage already done… and so he simply smiled and let the smartass side of him have a go at her. “Oh …it would be a dream come true for me.” he said in a light tone “But given the situation I think we are forced to chase the intruder, instead…. Any ideas of where he could have gone?”<br><br>He waited for her answer, smiling and with a mischievous hint in his green eyes.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Madame's Carnival: Funhouse</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kitsunetsuki</strong> on <strong>02-06-2010, 21:27:44</strong>
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				Her skin may have given her away, a bright red flush spreading over her face and décolletage at Drake’s words. But, Madame was not going to let him get away with teasing her like that. With anyone else, her response would have them chilled to the bone within seconds. But with him, she could not resist teasing him right back. <br><br>Sliding her hand up his arm slowly as she leaned in towards him, holding his gaze intently, she smiled. “Indeed. Many of your dreams would be fulfilled, my dearest Drake, should the temptation ever grow to be too much.” Her fingers reached up and smoothed his hair slightly, lingering just a moment as they stroked the edge of his ear. “But yes, we should give chase.” Backing away from him, just as slowly as she had moved in, she gave him her brightest smile and winked. <br><br>Madame then paused where she stood; closing her eyes slightly and appeared to be deep in thought. As her eyes fluttered open, she peered ahead of them and frowned. “Well, we are nearly at the exit to the Funhouse and from what I can tell, the spirit has left this area. I don’t think it is attracted to anything in particular here. Rather it is attracted to the Carnival itself.”<br><br>She paused again, as though gathering information and parsing it on the spot. Looking up at Drake with concern, she took his hand and began leading him towards the exit, avoiding the most dangerous pitfalls as they walked.<br><br>“Drake, this spirit is ancient. Very old and very powerful. I tried briefly to communicate with it, and it had no interest whatsoever in speaking with me. Normally, spirits incarnate because they have unfinished business here. Sometimes they come back to right a wrong, sometimes they come back because they miss someone, sometimes they come back because they miss being real. I’m not sure which one of these applies to our spirit here, but they definitely have a bone to pick with me or my Carnival.”<br><br>She paused to catch her breath, but continued on shortly. “I got the distinct feeling that the spirit was searching for something. I don’t know whether my energy or yours brought it out of hiding. But, it was no accident that it showed itself to us.” Her eyes met Drake’s once more. You could almost see the gears in her mind turning as she searched for clues. <br><br>“Now, the Funhouse has always been known to be “haunted,” in a manner of speaking, but not by something this old. Since we know now that it is a spirit, we should turn our attention to any place here that is considered haunted. Obviously, it is drawn to those energies.”<br><br>As they neared the exit to the attraction, Madame stopped and turned to Drake, taking both of his hands in hers. “I know that you have agreed to help me, and I appreciate it very much. I just get this feeling that neither of us knew what we were getting into here.” Looking down at his hands within hers, she blushed slightly as she couldn’t help but imagine them on her body. How wonderful it might feel to have them exploring her every curve, every hill and valley of her. <br><br>She forced herself to meet his gaze once more. Green eyes met blue-green ones and searched each other openly. “I’m so very glad that you are here, I cannot stress that enough, dear. I just worry that this may be more than we bargained for…” Letting the double-meaning go for the moment, she sighed softly. <br><br>“Now, my feeling is that the spirit has left the building, so to speak. Perhaps we should look into the Haunted Dungeon next, as that place is also known to carry a heavy spiritual energy as well.” She grinned up at him and winked. “Unless you had something else in mind?” She giggled as she saw the look on Drake's face shift remarkably. Shifting her gaze slightly, looking a bit lost in thought, she murmured, "Actually, now that we know it is a spirit, perhaps we should prepare ourselves. I do my best thinking on the Ferris wheel here, La Grande Roue. Let's go there and plot our next move, shall we, dear?"<br><br>Madame drops his hands suddenly and heads directly for the exit, turning back to him just once to call back to Drake. "Coming?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Madame's Carnival: Funhouse</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lord Drake</strong> on <strong>03-06-2010, 00:02:04</strong>
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				Drake nodded at her words. It was like his mind was split in two... one part of him was solidly focused on the spirit and its possible meaning. The tall antiquarian had not many unusual powers... and those he had, were not immediately obvious. He made up for his lack of immediately useful abilities with his experience... for he had a DEEP experience about the supernatural and often he managed to keep himself one step in front of everyone else thanks to that.<br><br>This was... priceless in his kind of job.<br><br>There was another train of thoughts running in his brain... the one who followed all the innuendos and dealt with the more explicit images that his mind was evoking about he and Madame. That was the best he could do... keep them separate. He smiled at her words and nodded... the Ferris wheel seemed a good place for him to think too... fresh air, he needed fresh air and time to calm himself. Especially since after her last mischievous remark, he had felt a veritable shudder run down his spine...<br><br>He took a deep breath, still conscious of the visible bulge in front of his trousers.<br><br>"Sure we shall..." he said "...and I am famous for keeping up with all my bargains, even if they end up being more than I expected at first. I try to be always... well equipped for that. Lead on."<br><br>He nodded to her... and then followed her out.<br><br><em>[exit to the Ferris wheel]</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Madame's Carnival: Funhouse</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Opheliac</strong> on <strong>24-08-2010, 09:02:07</strong>
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				[On Duty]<br><br>Hand in hand, Ophelia guides Father Nate into the Funhouse. "Do not mind the cheap theatrics of the beginning. Some of these attractions here are... metaphysically unstable. This is such a one." She giggles knowingly as they traverse through rocking floor panels and squishy foam filled bags rubberbanded in place to impede carnival goers. "This particular place is one that I have been exploring for quite some time. The farther in you go, the further away from reality you get... Until you reach the end." <br><br>A cold chill soon creeps along the floor, a sign Ophy knew to be a sign of entering the 'other' places within the Funhouse. "Come, this way." At a fork in the simple maze like window wall puzzle, the demon takes a right turn, and the window maze ends, the walls painted a flat grey color, and the cheap wooden floor sounds different when her bare feet pad atop the boards. Not ten feet away from the edge of the window walls, she stops, and turns to face Nate.<br><br>"This is the last chance you have to remaining naive. If you wish to really see what lies within this Carnival, then step past me. If you feel you have enough for your report, then turn back, and take the left turn at the fork in the window maze. I will leave this choice to you, and I will either meet you outside, or at the end of this maze." Slowly, Ophelia disappears...&nbsp; her feet and hands first, then her arms and legs, then her torso, then her head, leaving just her eyes and lips floating in space. "I give you this warning however. Many of the denizens of the Labyrinth of Nowhere are fiesty, and some are just alien of mind. Enter at your own risk." And with a mischievious grin, the eyes and lips fall away like grains of sand, becoming nothingness.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Madame's Carnival: Funhouse</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kitsunetsuki</strong> on <strong>26-03-2012, 07:17:38</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">{Attraction is OPEN}<br><br>~Madame Saru</span></span>
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