Kicking this thread off with this kiddo!
My Halloween festival got cancelled due to the pandemic and now yet another salternate thread exists. Let me know if there's already another thread and I'll delete this!
Your OC and the OC above are participating in a festival, carnival, or anything related to that!
Sample:
OC 1: Aw ye I'm first.
OC 2: I don't like roller coasters. They make me sick. Let's grab caramel apples instead.
OC 3: Ma'am please stop yelling at me, I just work here.
Rules:
1. Wait 3 posts before responding again, unless the previous post is 24 hours old!
2. Three sentences minimum in your responses! We want to know what's going on!
3. Keep responses SFW! If there's anything triggering, try to black it out or spoilerize it.
I had a smooth brain and accidentally typed like. eight paragraphs instead of seven, and now my response is long. spoiler box time to keep my post easy to scroll past- :")
With a heavy sigh, Rochester attempted to ignore the rot in the air… As typical as it was for this part of the city at this time of the year anyway. The leaves had already fallen from the trees and touched the ground, where they were basically fodder for not only insects and other detritivores, but also the elements themselves. Shoes, sunlight, and the occasional splatter of rain would all work to further degrade the leaves until their bright, warm colors were nothing against the dirt. The dull, rather dry dirt.
Rochester supposed that it was disappointing, but there wasn’t much she could do about it - especially when harvest season was being celebrated. That wasn’t really done back at home; rather, it was a time supposedly riddled with misfortune, and everyone was actually encouraged to relax and restrain themselves out of fear that work or exuberance would lead to bad luck… Ridiculous, she pondered to herself with a frown, though she did have to consider how much of a misanthropist the older woman looked in comparison to the blonde teenager trailing alongside her, the former sulking past the stalls and the latter skipping through them.
Turning to face the girl, the scientist grunted with a twirl of her hand, “This is all rather funny, huh? I would not expect for you to find much supplies for your cats here, but…” Gee. Bringing up the cats again, huh? She glanced over briefly at the pale blue sky, dotted with clouds, before shaking her head. “... I doubt it matters. You said you wanted some time to just relax and unwind, hm? I don’t blame you. It’s just hard to do so at my age…”
And true to her words, Rochester’s muscles seemed… Tense. She could smell sugar coming from some of the baked goods being touted for sale, but the inevitable stench of rot always found a way to mar that delicacy - ever so slightly. With raised brows, she frowned, then broke off eye contact.
“... That asides,” she mused aloud with a pointed laugh, “At least you are well-prepared for this type of weather. Sweaters are in right now, I think? I am no fashionista, and yet…” Rochester’s hands gesticulated somewhat before she stuck one into her pocket to pull out a notepad. Of course. Of course she had to sneak some work into her leisure time…
“... It all works out so well for you, huh? Respectable. I can go with it-”
She trailed off when they passed by a stall selling pumpkins and goods made from it. Pies, cookies, even the occasional bowl of soup… You name it. Rochester was the type of person to argue that a tomato was a fruit, so she automatically drifted over to the stall and leaned slightly against the counter, cupping her hand against her cheek while eyeing the wares.
“Oy,” grunted the scientist while biting back an amused chuckle, “you have any of those pumpkin spice cookies up for sale? Two portions, please. And do you have any rinds available? Don’t ask why. Just… Okay fine, they are cat toys. But it could be worse-” Finally, she trailed off to face the teenager again. “Is that fine with you? All of those? I might be spoiling you, but then again, you do look like you need it. Everything okay there, lass?”
I'm legally allowed to make quick follow-ups every so often as a treat. yeehaw.
Rochester actually didn’t care that much about robots, but… Well… At least she was nicer to them than with people? (Not that it was an inherently good thing, but you know.)
“I told you, dear,” sighed the scientist to a journalist of a similar age range walking alongside her, “I never wanted to go to these types of festivals, as funny as it sounds. I just wanted to finish up this study on ribosomes, and then speak with a certain professor about evolutionary biology, and-” Then she was interrupted by a “tsk-tsk” from said journalist, who nudged her shoulder before pointing at one of the roller coasters.
That was when Rochester discovered that maybe… Just maybe the Bourgeois Revolution wasn’t as great as it sounds.
Maybe.
“Fucking shit, I can’t believe this!” Rochester spat under her breath while rushing over to the ride where the turret was just about to jump off of. She, unfortunately, had no idea the poor thing was actually enjoying such reckless jumps - or at least the feeling of falling to the ground, but… As someone who had spent way too much time and money trying to fix up laboratory equipment that had imploded from more trivial causes, she sure as hell wasn’t going to let a turret fall to its impending doom.
So, with a heavy sigh, she held out her arms to catch the thing, as it fell into her grip with a squeal- Holy fuck, was this thing heavy!
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” spat the scientist before looking over in the journalist’s direction and hissing, “Beatrice! Get over here! This thing is heavy as fuck!” Nice thing to be saying in a public place there. Hopefully you don’t get banned for cursing liberally in front of children.
"You're uh, awful energetic," Roger smiled, patting the droid gently as he once again leapt up ontop of a vendor's stand, earning a few shouts.
Oh if Mila was here he wouldn't hear the end of how obnoxiously embarrassing this was. Shame the fox didn't like amusement parks much. The ex-doctor carefully stepped around the droid as he landed again, metallic prosthetic seizing for a moment as it clicked back in place. He'd need to fix that...
"Hm," Roger motioned one of his floating hands towards a nearby rollercoaster, "Think you can behave long enough for this ride? I used to love coasters when I was alive."
Ahh...The joy of pretending to feel afraid of the heights like he was in his living youth. Now adays it would be harder to get that adrenaline going...When you cannot technically die again, it's hard to truly feel that excitement from these slightly shoddily built rides.
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Roger thought for a moment. Cheating wasn't right, he knew that much.
However.
"I," The ex-doctor hummed, remembering his past. He would steal from others. He knew the hurt.
These were cheaters as well. Crooks. Who mostly stole from children.
"...Yes. Let's," And with a careful aim, thanks to his invisible 'friend', Roger threw the first dart.
"I'm glad you were able to make it to the city's local festival, but..." Ace looked around to the crowd of terrified people formed far away from them, and the others that ran away as fast as they could. "Don't you have a human form you can take? I mean, you've got to have noticed how scary you look to these guys?"
He gestured to Hank's eye, then to the scorch marks on the ground. "You also can't keep popping up in these explosions! That scares humans too! But, uh... I guess that's for another day. Have you ever been to a festival before? Lots of humans like to gather and mingle; it's like a more organized and family-friendly party. I'm involved in a lot, but just catering or running booths for cafes. Speaking of, here!"
He set down a small, white cup. The drink was brown, though the foam was in the shape of a thumbs-up. "It's a latte. Mocha latte, to be precise. They're popular, and like I said in my note, I wanted to treat you for that drink you gave me." Ace paused and tilted his head. Where... was Hank's mouth...?
"Ah, well, not many kids come into coffee shops so I'm not sure whether that's normal for me or not," Ace laughed awkwardly while rubbing the back of his head. "I guess being a barista isn't the most exciting to kids, though, so I don't blame her, ha!" Yeesh, though, if looks could kill! It was like she wanted him gone-- permanently! Young mob boss in the making, right?
When Izumi spoke to him, Ace replied with a warm smile. "I'm glad you were able to make it here. I really missed seeing you around! Oh! Look at that!" He pointed towards a small concert happening. It seemed the performers were playing a romance song, as everyone was dancing slowly and close. Grabbing Izumi's free hand, Ace smiled, "Why don't we dance, huh? Little Sachi can join in too!"
Izumi couldn't quite remeber how he had let Ace basically a version of cupid drag him to a festival. It was true they were past the "testing" phase as ace called it and Izumi had long since gotten over it mostly because he hadnt really cared in the first place. However his daughter Sachi was another story. She seemed to HATE the other male and whenever he was in Izumis vicinity the girl glared at him with a look that looked Suspiciously like Arks whenever he tried to tamper with memories. Today Sachi was caught between cooing at all the festivities and glareing at the man next to Izumi. Izumi's fingers twiched with the urge to reach for his sunglasses. Sure his daughter couldn't actually tamper with memories but she had gotten the look down so perfectly it made Izumi want to cover his eyes just in case. Ark also had humored her and tampered with other peoples memories just because she had wanted to. He spoiled her too much the realization of how weird that was to say about tampering with peoples memories was not lost on Izumi.
"He's starting to rub off on me." Izumi muttered with a smiled before turning his attention to Ace after buying a candy apple for Sachi to gum to keep her distracted. "Im sorry she really just Dosent seem to like you. Im sure its a phase though when she gets older im sure she wont hate you...as much" he muttered patting the mans shoulder in comfort. "She seems to be enjoying the Festival at least thank you for taking us." He said with a smile even though really he felt it was more like they had nearly been dragged here but lemons to lemonade. He knew the poor man was trying.
"Oh my goodness, she's so tiny..." the teenager cooed, her eyes widening at the toddler Izumi handed to her. Zinnia herself loved babies, but she had actually never held one before (unless the toddler of his best friend qualified). Seeing something so fragile nesting in her arms and nuzzling up in her sweater brought a feeling of calm, but also a wave of anxiety. She stared at the baby's arms, watching Sachi's hands curl up into a fist. After a brief moment of hesitation, the teenager felt her grin grow larger before she shifted her gaze up to Izumi. Her excitement was visible; she didn't even care when the baby began running her tiny fingers through the teenager's blonde locks.
"Oh! Mr. Sato, wanna know what we should do? There's a bake sale just up the street. Maybe we could...grab a treat...and watch people make ice sculptures? They're super cool, mmh."
Brown, of course, cradled Tortellini in her arms while looking over at the girl walking alongside her. Of course she was. Both happened to be inordinately fond of cats, and Brown actually insisted that she bring the Scottish Fold along for this particular excursion, given that Tortellini was probably the most well-behaved out of the teenager's three cats. Maybe. Of course, Johnson had whined to her like some bitch before she set off, but she wasn't going to heed his words by any means. I'm fucking stupid if I do, anyways, she told herself with a huff while stroking the cat's head with one hand.
"I just hope the fossils this time are actually fucking on sale like promised," mused the older woman aloud with a huff, "I do not want a repeat of last time, you know." What - the fossils being out of sale, or her beating the shit out of the unfortunate shopkeeper?
The answer, actually, wasn't at all ambiguous as she continued petting Tortellini with a trill, "But maybe I should not be so concerned about fossils! You would pretty much never see anything like those in a festival anyways!" Though in spite of her attempts to remain casual, a disappointed air remained in Brown's voice while she shook her head and sniffed. "In fact, I think you would need to go to my city to even see fossils sold so prominently in a public bazaar... My city is known for fossils, you know. Not fossil beds, I mean. Just museums and shit. Maybe I should take you to a museum later..."
Or maybe not. Brown's gut was screaming at her again, huh? The middle-aged woman's smile faded while she gazed down at the cat held in her arms, before she shook her head and shrugged.
"Not that I want to force you out of this festival," she grunted with a quick bat of her eyes, "You asked me to come along now, did you? And I asked for this cute little cat right here..." Her voice sank into a coo as she proceeded to tease Tortellini in public. Ouch. It's one thing to be doing that shit at home, but in public? (Not that she exactly cared, given her reputation at this point.) With one hand planted on Tortellini's head, Brown grunted, "Besides, you said now that there would be some goods sold here? Like... What now? Weapons?" Not. Funny.
They did, however, stop at a stall selling sweet snacks. Okay, maybe Brown's gut was punching her again at this point - considering that she was convinced that half of these were just resales from the nearest convenience store - but alas. Anything for her not-children, apparently. Oh, and the cat. How could she forget the sweet perfect angel baby Tortellini? Brown forced out a chuckle while petting the cat's head and staring down at the goods, though... She did notice that one of them - pecan cookie clusters - was sold out, so...
Suddenly perking up her head, Brown barked at the shopkeeper, "Hey, bitch! Why the fuck are these sold out!? I bet you bought that shit from some fucking cheap ass store to fucking rip people off!?" If she wasn't holding Tortellini so casually, she'd be placing her hands on the table and trying to grab the shopkeeper's collar, but... "You're fucking lucky that I'm holding a cat!" she spat while subtly flexing her arms, "Otherwise, I would fucking beat your ass until you start selling that shit again! Or, you better at least fucking go back to that store and restock, huh!?" A toothy grin was on her face as she stared at them, which could mean something... Something not good. Unfortunately.
follow-up time. ty for the sweet Brown-Grace food.... 🥺👉🏼👈🏼
Spring.
Spring was the season of love, of birth, of rejuvenation… And of course, Brown was an edgelord who hated spring for those exact reasons. Sure, she might’ve had a lover and twenty million not-children at this point, but having a large non-canonical family really didn’t do much to upset the years of cynicism that had cemented themselves like a plaque in her heat, her blood vessels, her whole body.
It was almost like she was a statue in a way.
And statuesque was what she seemed like now, as the middle-aged woman carefully held a parasol over her shoulder and scanned the flowers. Flowers. They were the only reason why she even tolerated spring in the first place, because spring was the main season when a lot of these blooms were at their most vibrant; it reminded her of her garden, back at home, though her plants were obviously much edgier and darker in symbolism than the marigolds and peonies that dotted the square…
“Hmph,” Brown merely remarked while scanning the scene, “I’ve seen better.” And yet there was a hushed tone to her voice, as she resumed walking through those cobbled streets.
Click. Click. Click. Click click. Click click. Click click click. Click click click.
Clap.
The sudden noise caused Brown to stop trotting, look around for a moment, then-
“Oh, it’s good to see you again, dearie,” hummed the older woman with a chuckle upon spotting the young schoolteacher once more, “I didn’t expect to see you here either, but maybe I should not be saying that shit, considering that I am technically a visitor, mm?” She fluttered her lashes before carefully stepping towards her, the clicking of her heels resuming soon after. “The festival is nice, by the way,” she replied with a raised brow, “I just didn’t expect the blooms to be this bright. The ones back at home always had a muted color to them, probably to reduce the radiation damage to their petals-”
“Not that I give a shit about that, though,” grunted Brown with a shrug. Thanks. She added more warmly, “I do like flowers, though. I grow some plants back in my manor, mm? So it would be a fool for myself to tend to something I disdain.” And yet… Her nose scrunched up slightly.
With a nod, she answered, “It would be my first time attending this particular festival. Visitors’ shit, you know?” Brown chortled before perking her brows when the younger woman showed the pretty pink flowers she held in her hands. Immediately, she could identify them as sweet peas but didn’t mouth that. Instead, she just… Shook her head. “I see,” the middle-aged woman told her while frowning, “I didn’t get that instruction the first time, though to be fair, I kind of just wandered in.” She glanced around and feigned cluelessness as she added, “Besides, I am just surprised that nobody told me about… That.” Sure.
“Still, I am more than delighted to take some, if you wish,” Brown told her as her smile started to return, “I may not be able to carry as much as you because of my parasol, but being able to split the burden is reasonable, yes?”
Grace walked through the colorful stands at the town square which displayed all sorts of flowers, and couldn't help but smile foolishly at the sight of each of them. All flowers were one prettier than the other, and the teacher had to admit she loved them - and the season of Spring. The flower-covered town square, along with the pinkish color of the trees around it, made this festival have a tender, almost dream-like atmosphere to it - which made it one of Grace's favorites.
Soon, the clumsy teacher noticed a familiar woman's presence, and approached her in her usual carefree way: "Mrs. Brown! I didn't expect to see you here," she smiled, clapping her hands together. "Oh, isn't the Flower Festival wonderful? I look forward to it each Spring. Oh, do you like flowers?"
After that, Grace invited the older woman to look around with her, asking her about her opinion on flowers. However, after a few minutes, the teacher suddenly ceased her steps and brought a hand to her lips - as if she had justrealized something. "Oh! I almost forgot -- is it your first time attending this a festival?" she asked, "because you're expected to bring flowers for the display. I have brought some," she showed Brown the pretty, pink colored plants in her hands. "If you haven't, I can share with you."
gonna claim @Kaila since the character directly above mine doesn't have a visible profile, and I think the user left the site??? if I'm wrong, lmk through PM, and I can do double duty!!
Throwing his hand out, Fitzgerald stood up on his toes while proclaiming, "See? Now this is a real fucking party, if I say so myself!", to the poor youth whom the intern had dragged along to - you guessed it - a festival. Besides, the schadenfreude was surging through his blood vessels at the moment as he grabber rather tightly onto the other's hand... Almost to the point of crushing his knuckles? Oh no. A weakling like Fitzgerald shouldn't have that privilege of being allowed this much assholery, and yet...
Here he was, grinning if only because - for once - he was giving someone a taste of their own medicine. Revenge tasted so, so fucking sweet.
Just like the root beer float he was about to order, all while he could hear the squeals of children and the whirring of lights in the background; he then looked back to the vendor and held up one finger, coolly stating, "One straw, please." And though they did give him a raised brow at first, they didn't protest as they gave that one straw he had asked for. Then, holding the mug in one hand, Fitzgerald thought it fit to start dragging the other all over again... With one hand.
"I'm not going to fucking dance again," he declared with a roll of his eyes, "probably because you ruined it for me, but whatever. You're not supposed to dance here anyways, even with all this music playing. You're supposed to play games, and then maybe get some food every so often. Fun, right?" Fitzgerald paused for a moment, then turned to face the other with a shit-eating sneer. "Right?" the young man repeated, but this time more menacingly.
Then, as if nothing had happened, the intern took a sip from his mug of root bear float before humming, "Besides... There aren't any cats around here, to be honest. All the food here is so sweet and... Not that great for cats. I like sweet food, of course! That's a given, so keep that in mind for next time!" What... For bribery? "If there's a next time, of course. I heard that you travel a lot, so it's kind of whatever at this point, huh?" That's one way to say it... As he stepped towards a makeshift arcade tent, multicolored fabrics waving in the slight breeze in the tackiest way possible.
"Now, you said you wanted to go here?" asked Fitzgerald meekly, all while continuing to hold the alien's hand in an unfortunate vice grip. "You said that, right?" More whirring and clanging could be heard from inside, presumably from the games that were being played... Fitzgerald wasn't the type to play games, because he wasn't like other men. (Manchildren, more like...) He was just here to drink his root beer float and be a bitch, as he sniffed with a wave of his hand as he finally let the other's go.
"Have fun," he stated with a hum, "I'll be busy." With what, you fucking asshole!? Fitzgerald, of course, didn't elaborate any further, as he started to walk off with a hum... And probably as far away from the tent as possible... Just to be a prick.
FINALLY I FINISH THIS QUEUE???? LET'S FUCKING GO. Fitzgerald is.... mean. I am so sorry.
“I’ll get the whippoorwills recorded, then get out of here,” grunted Fitzgerald under his breath, all while hearing nothing but his voice and the soft thud of his feet against grass. Of course it was grass. He kicked at the soft peat with the tip of his feet before letting out a snort. “I can’t even hear the fucking bastards, though. All the festival does is drown out the birdsong...”
Which, you know, was really fucking bold for him to say - considering that he had indulged in plenty of festivals before.
Not necessarily of his own volition, of course! He simply was obligated to participate in them due to the adaptation exercises he was assigned every so often. And, of course, being the little bitch that he was…
Fitzgerald abhorred them. He just wanted to do pure research, raw lab work. He wanted to look at samples under a microscope and perform gel electrophoresis… Too bad none of that was able to happen! It wasn’t surprising that he thought field researchers were inferior to their lab counterparts, especially since they had to deal with the whole “fraternizing with the general population” bit.
“Ugh,” he started before- “Hey!”
A weight jammed itself into his side before he thudded to the ground with a gasp. How rude! Fitzgerald could see a humanoid figure standing over him for a few seconds, before he slapped away the other’s hand and let out a low hiss:
“I can do this by myself, thank you very much.”
Rude? Nonetheless, he got himself back up before shaking out his hair and pouting at the unfortunate other party.
He raised a brow when a favor was implied, before chuckling grimly and stating with a sneer, “Oh, I do appreciate the apology, but… I don’t need much in return. Maybe a few hundred cookies or so.” The fuck? Was he fucking serious right now? “You know, for that grievous offense,” the youth clarified in a huff, “I’m fine, though. The most that got hurt was my dignity, but I’m sure that’ll go away eventually.” Sure...
Satsu absolutely LOVE the festival, especially the one with fireworks(even though he dislike the loud noises, he give it an exception). He love the light, decorations, foods, everything. It just reminded him of his old friend. Today, he decided to try and start over, maybe he will get to meet someone as good as her in this year's festival. It been over a millennium, afterall. He need to do something about grief problem.
Upon arrival without his overseer's permission, Satsu joyfully skips about around in his human form(which taken after a shrine maiden). Wandering around the festival booths with high interest in his eyes. But with this enthusiasm, he bumped into Fitzgerald in accident. Satsu quickly turns around and apologise “Ah, I'm so sorry! I didn't meant to run into you like that” He then nervously offers a helping hand and pulls Fitz out from the floor, bowing in an apologetic manner after he got the other to stand by himself. “I'm awfully sorry! Are you hurt? Can I do anything for you as an apology? Please don't report this to the shrine...” Satsu mumbled the last sentence. He sure is pretty apologetic...
(OH BOY MOM AFTER SON)
Finally.
Finally Satsu managed to buy Fitzgerald roughly 25 boxes of cookies with the (his part of shrine's) money he brought with him. After the exhausting moment of his life of running around to see which booth has lots of cookies for sell, he finally got all of the requested ones and bids Fitz a farewell. Well, that was a waste. Of both money and time. He originally wanted to at least meet someone and make friend with under the moonlight in the festival, just like the time of old, you know? And instead he bumped into Fitz, which to be perfectly honest, obviously not a friend for Satsu. And yet he has to lost a lot of money for something that he didn't even had the right to eat it himself, yikes.
Satsu sighed, looking down into his almost-empty pouch with a few coins left, seem like this time festival has to be cut short. “At least I can still get some tofu...” He murmured grousingly before going off to find some of those with what he has left, which fortunately he could at least afford a package...not much for his liking but it's better than leaving the festival without getting anything he wanted at all. He thought it might still not ready for this mortal friend thing...maybe some time later, he would just go back to the shrine for now. That was until he heard someone calling him, the middle-aged woman approaching him, he would have make that squeaking noises if it wasn't for him noticing her before she was close. “W-well...” He didn't finished the replies for the first few questions, holding onto his fried tofu nervously as he averted his eyes down. He then look at Walker again once she trailed off to the sky, tilting his head slightly to the woman's sentences as he doesn't really know the context of it. Then comes the last question, his eyes were widen up a little to the more understanding, but still has a hinting bit of nervous manner “O-oh! Yes..it's pretty good, the best one so far..” The only one he would get today, to be exact.