Deadpool wanders the carnival, enjoying himself immensely. Carnies, man, what's not to love? He plays the games and wins the prizes, because you can't scam someone like Deadpool who, in addition to being a highly skilled merc, is basically made of the kind of chaos carnies thrive on. If this was a casino, he'd probably be kicked out for being too lucky even if he wasn't demonstrably cheating. As is, at most some carny thugs might find him after and try to beat him up for taking them and their rigged games for a ride. ((If this is a thread that interests you, feel free to reply with your character seeing Deadpool attacked by rogue Carnies))
"TEST YOUR STRENGTH, PARDNER!!!"
"Well, don't mind if I do, Mr. Handlebar Moustache!!!"
He heads over to the mallet and hefts it, and then slams it down. The little ball moves barely an inch.
"NOT AS STRONG AS YOU THOUGHT, EH?"
Deadpool frowns at the mallet and the game. This was the one game that was besting him, but why? He was a pretty strong guy. No Hulk or anything but... He tries again. And again. And fails.
"THERE'S MORE THAN ONE KIND OF STRENGTH! WHO THINKS THEY HAVE WHAT IT TAKES??"
"Now wait, I'm not done yet..."
"Oh, I think you are," the Barker says, his voice dropping down to normal temporarily, just for Deadpool to hear (or your character, if you are close enough in line). "You have some working out to do. You've got the muscles, but inside, where it counts, your sense of self is weak. You aren't confident in who you are behind the mask."
For once, Deadpool is speechless.
II. Reflecting Pool
After the disconcerting encounter with the strength test, Deadpool decides to lose himself in a maze of mirrors. He wanders around inside the house of mirrors, gazing at a short, squat version of himself, a curvy version of himself, an extremely tall and thin version of himself, and everything in between. It elicits a few snickers from him, but mostly he's pretty distracted.
"Who says I'm not strong inside?"
He asks this of a mirror. Gradually, the mirrors have stopped showing him anything fun and have just been showing him...himself. Deadpool. In his full costume, which is different from what he's wearing now, but he hardly notices because he's used to seeing himself in full costume.
It's easy for him to miss what the mirrors are trying to tell him since he's just seeing himself. However, his partner in the maze will surely notice that his reflection is him in full spandex gear, while the man himself is just wearing his usual mask, jeans, and red and black fall flannel. He has yet to get another costume, and he'd blown his to bits on the first island.
Will you be the one to suggest to him that it's interesting that he doesn't see himself as anything more than Deadpool? That he seems to miss any depth behind the mask?
III. Cancer-cell (cw: cancer, dying)
"A rainbow unicorn? Fuck yes I want to ride that!!!"
After all, there are literal t-shirts of Deadpool riding just such a unicorn. Of course it would call out to him, demanding that he ride. And of course he lacks any kind of impulse control to not ride. But then, that's what carnivals are all about, yeah? Impulse control is the antithesis of a good carnival.
So he hops up on the unicorn, and the rides starts to move backwards.
"Hey, I think it's broken!!" The Carny just leans against the gate, looking at the machine and seeming not to care.
"Goddammit. Maybe he'll respond to full Karen," he mutters, and then shouts, "Hey asshole, I know you didn't need a college degree for this position or anything, but backwards is bad!! Forwards is good!!!"
But he can't say much more because a wave of nausea hits him. That's not something he's used to. It's all he can do to hold on from that point forward until it stops and he stumbles off the ride. Pain shoots through his midsection, and he wobbles off to the side and pulls his mask off to vomit into a bush.
"Jesus, I feel like shit..."
And that's when he notices that his arm looks normal. He pulls off his mask and looks into a reflective surface and with dawning horror, realizes that he has cancer. All his organs are riddled with it. He's going to die. There's no happy ending with Vanessa for him. This little outing at a carnival is probably his last bit of fun in this world, unless he signs his body over to some shady government group that's doing weird experiments in secret somewhere.
"I don't want to die," he whispers, leaning against the gate and trying (and failing) to catch his breath.
Deadpool | Marvel et al | OTA
Deadpool wanders the carnival, enjoying himself immensely. Carnies, man, what's not to love? He plays the games and wins the prizes, because you can't scam someone like Deadpool who, in addition to being a highly skilled merc, is basically made of the kind of chaos carnies thrive on. If this was a casino, he'd probably be kicked out for being too lucky even if he wasn't demonstrably cheating. As is, at most some carny thugs might find him after and try to beat him up for taking them and their rigged games for a ride. ((If this is a thread that interests you, feel free to reply with your character seeing Deadpool attacked by rogue Carnies))
"TEST YOUR STRENGTH, PARDNER!!!"
"Well, don't mind if I do, Mr. Handlebar Moustache!!!"
He heads over to the mallet and hefts it, and then slams it down. The little ball moves barely an inch.
"NOT AS STRONG AS YOU THOUGHT, EH?"
Deadpool frowns at the mallet and the game. This was the one game that was besting him, but why? He was a pretty strong guy. No Hulk or anything but... He tries again. And again. And fails.
"THERE'S MORE THAN ONE KIND OF STRENGTH! WHO THINKS THEY HAVE WHAT IT TAKES??"
"Now wait, I'm not done yet..."
"Oh, I think you are," the Barker says, his voice dropping down to normal temporarily, just for Deadpool to hear (or your character, if you are close enough in line). "You have some working out to do. You've got the muscles, but inside, where it counts, your sense of self is weak. You aren't confident in who you are behind the mask."
For once, Deadpool is speechless.
II. Reflecting Pool
After the disconcerting encounter with the strength test, Deadpool decides to lose himself in a maze of mirrors. He wanders around inside the house of mirrors, gazing at a short, squat version of himself, a curvy version of himself, an extremely tall and thin version of himself, and everything in between. It elicits a few snickers from him, but mostly he's pretty distracted.
"Who says I'm not strong inside?"
He asks this of a mirror. Gradually, the mirrors have stopped showing him anything fun and have just been showing him...himself. Deadpool. In his full costume, which is different from what he's wearing now, but he hardly notices because he's used to seeing himself in full costume.
It's easy for him to miss what the mirrors are trying to tell him since he's just seeing himself. However, his partner in the maze will surely notice that his reflection is him in full spandex gear, while the man himself is just wearing his usual mask, jeans, and red and black fall flannel. He has yet to get another costume, and he'd blown his to bits on the first island.
Will you be the one to suggest to him that it's interesting that he doesn't see himself as anything more than Deadpool? That he seems to miss any depth behind the mask?
III. Cancer-cell (cw: cancer, dying)
"A rainbow unicorn? Fuck yes I want to ride that!!!"
After all, there are literal t-shirts of Deadpool riding just such a unicorn. Of course it would call out to him, demanding that he ride. And of course he lacks any kind of impulse control to not ride. But then, that's what carnivals are all about, yeah? Impulse control is the antithesis of a good carnival.
So he hops up on the unicorn, and the rides starts to move backwards.
"Hey, I think it's broken!!" The Carny just leans against the gate, looking at the machine and seeming not to care.
"Goddammit. Maybe he'll respond to full Karen," he mutters, and then shouts, "Hey asshole, I know you didn't need a college degree for this position or anything, but backwards is bad!! Forwards is good!!!"
But he can't say much more because a wave of nausea hits him. That's not something he's used to. It's all he can do to hold on from that point forward until it stops and he stumbles off the ride. Pain shoots through his midsection, and he wobbles off to the side and pulls his mask off to vomit into a bush.
"Jesus, I feel like shit..."
And that's when he notices that his arm looks normal. He pulls off his mask and looks into a reflective surface and with dawning horror, realizes that he has cancer. All his organs are riddled with it. He's going to die. There's no happy ending with Vanessa for him. This little outing at a carnival is probably his last bit of fun in this world, unless he signs his body over to some shady government group that's doing weird experiments in secret somewhere.
"I don't want to die," he whispers, leaning against the gate and trying (and failing) to catch his breath.