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✖ THE CARNIVAL
Ⅰ. ARRIVAL & THE TEMPLE
You can read all about your character's arrival in the game lore.
You can see the lights of the Ferris wheel from the water, and by the time you pull into port you can smell popcorn, cotton candy, grease, sawdust. Music drifts on the air, interspersed with screams from the rides.
The carnival is in town.
Not just any carnival, either - the carnival. The one to end all others. Every circus you ever read about or saw in a movie, with striped tents filled with acrobats and sideshows, midway games complete with carnival barkers in straw boater hats. But it's also every shitty fair that ever rolled through your hometown, with unreliable looking men with greasy mullets smoking as they jockey the Wild Mouse, the Gravitron, the Zipper, the Corkscrew. There's a constant stream of 80s hair metal playing underneath the roar of the rollercoaster tracks, blending somehow with the traditional piping organ of the carousel.
Experienced Travelers will know by now that every island has its own temple, and this one is no exception. It’s not in the carnival proper, though; if you step away from the lights of the midway and tents, you’ll notice dozens of old wooden circus trailers, arranged in a circle, growing tighter together the closer to the center you walk. The trailers are functional living places, with built in beds - sometimes one, sometimes two - and a small table and an old wood burning stove with a cooking top just big enough to boil a kettle on. There’s a toilet, but if you want a shower you’ll have to go outside and find a tent set up at the outskirts of the makeshift trailer park where there are tent showers set up, locker room style.
The clearing in the middle of the parked caravan is completely empty except for a solitary midway game: a towering high striker. It must be at least twenty feet tall, surmounted by a round, red bell. A wooden mallet is leaned against a sign next to the game that reads, predictably, TEST YOUR STRENGTH.
Step right up.
Ⅱ. HALL OF MIRRORS
When it comes to amusements, the Hall of Mirrors has always been second-fiddle to the Haunted House. But the line for the former was shorter, so here you are. The guy working the door has weasel eyes and is smoking. He gestures for you and whoever is behind you to enter together; "No singles. For safety."
The lights are a dull neon, cycling from deep blue to cyan to purple and back again. You find that your outstretched fingers will bump against smooth, clear glass as often as not. The mirrors reflect the maze back into itself over and over, disorienting and strange.
Some of the mirrors are convex, some concave, and as you pass them your reflection warps and bends alongside that of whoever you're stuck inside the maze with.
At some point you will realise that the reflection looking back at you isn't quite right. It's still you, sure, but it's not how you really look, not on the outside.
Looking back at you from the cold glass is how you perceive yourself. Perhaps that's stronger, perhaps uglier, perhaps as a sniveling child or an ancient hag. And this reflection is going to follow you from mirror to mirror as you desperately try to find your way out.
One of you spots an exit sign, bleeding red light. Only catch is that it's behind a pane of glass. And another. And another. You could break your way through all of them, certainly, but it's not as if there's anything laying around for you to use to do so. Just yourself, which might work in action movies but tends to cause a lot of physical damage in the real world.
Above the glass someone has placed a sticker that reads, “who are you really?” in black sharpie. Answer it, and the glass will swing open. Don't, and well...
Guess you'll have several years worth of bad luck.
Ⅲ. THE CAROUSEL
CW: childhood trauma
Old fashioned organ music and a million flashing lights draws you to the carousel. It's a vintage delight: huge, with ornate animals carved out of wood and lovingly hand painted. There are horses, of course, but also lions and leopards and birds and rabbits and wolves... any animal you could want! In fact, you'll see an animal that looks perfectly YOU. You just have to climb up on it for a ride.
When it stops and you step off, you will be younger. You will in fact be the same age you were when a formative event happened to you.
You're a kid at a carnival! How fun! Well, maybe you're not that young, and it's probably not very fun at all considering that now your trauma is fresh.
The only way to become your proper age again is to get on the carousel and get it to run forward. Depending on your age, you might not be able to figure any of that out, but surely one of the other Travelers can help you. You'll definitely need someone to man the carousel controls. Oh, and be careful not to knock it into overdrive...
Ⅳ. COULROPHOBIA
CW: clowns, suffocation
Who can possibly resist the big top? Not you! You're ushered into the tent and you take a seat in the stands, where you have an excellent view of the huge ring before you. The excitement in the air is palpable, and even if you're the grouchy type you'll find yourself a little bit thrilled.
It's a little surprising when the lights go up to the sound of screaming guitars. Mist belches from hidden foggers, and flames shoot from near the center of the ring. The lights stutter red, blue, green. The whole thing is a lot more rock show than it is Ringling Brother's.
At any rate, even if the ringmaster looks like a reject from a trailer park metal band and the music is liable to burst some eardrums, it's still a circus. There are trained horses and riders, contortionists, and a score of talented trapeze artists. It's all sparkling and impressive and terrific fun.
The trapeze artists take their bows, clearly ready for a break. And if a break is needed at the circus? You know what happens next, don't you?
SEND IN THE CLOWNS!
The clowns spill into the ring, all sorts of them! There's Harlequin and Pierrot, Auguste and Tramp. There's Bozos and Ronalds and Clarabelles and Krustys. Hopefully no Gacys, but there's so many of them that it's hard to know for sure.
One of these clowns - the one you hate the most, of course - approaches you in the stands. With comically exaggerated movements, it leans close to you and whispers...
Well. It whispers horrible things to you, really. It recounts to you some instance in your life where you delighted in the suffering of another, a moment where you really and truly were happy that somebody else was hurt. It's not a moment to be proud of, for sure, but as the clown tells your own secret shameful joy to you, you start to laugh. Really laugh - soon you're bent over double, tears running down your face, absolutely howling with laughter.
Your stomach hurts, and you're running out of breath. Very soon you won't be able to breathe at all.
Eventually, one of your fellow travelers won't be able to resist asking you, "What's so funny?"
The only way to stop laughing is to tell them. Otherwise you're going to pass out right where you sit, a creepy clown leering over you the whole time. Maybe your fellow traveler will be nice enough to drag you out of there if that happens, because if you're left alone? Everybody knows clowns get so much scarier alone in the dark.
It wouldn't be a party without some jams.
You can read all about your character's arrival in the game lore.
You can see the lights of the Ferris wheel from the water, and by the time you pull into port you can smell popcorn, cotton candy, grease, sawdust. Music drifts on the air, interspersed with screams from the rides.
The carnival is in town.
Not just any carnival, either - the carnival. The one to end all others. Every circus you ever read about or saw in a movie, with striped tents filled with acrobats and sideshows, midway games complete with carnival barkers in straw boater hats. But it's also every shitty fair that ever rolled through your hometown, with unreliable looking men with greasy mullets smoking as they jockey the Wild Mouse, the Gravitron, the Zipper, the Corkscrew. There's a constant stream of 80s hair metal playing underneath the roar of the rollercoaster tracks, blending somehow with the traditional piping organ of the carousel.Experienced Travelers will know by now that every island has its own temple, and this one is no exception. It’s not in the carnival proper, though; if you step away from the lights of the midway and tents, you’ll notice dozens of old wooden circus trailers, arranged in a circle, growing tighter together the closer to the center you walk. The trailers are functional living places, with built in beds - sometimes one, sometimes two - and a small table and an old wood burning stove with a cooking top just big enough to boil a kettle on. There’s a toilet, but if you want a shower you’ll have to go outside and find a tent set up at the outskirts of the makeshift trailer park where there are tent showers set up, locker room style.
The clearing in the middle of the parked caravan is completely empty except for a solitary midway game: a towering high striker. It must be at least twenty feet tall, surmounted by a round, red bell. A wooden mallet is leaned against a sign next to the game that reads, predictably, TEST YOUR STRENGTH.
Step right up.
Notes:
1. Please remember to mark threads appropriately with Content Warnings when necessary.
2. These prompts are a jumping off point - how they affect your character and their development is up to you.
3. The island temple is accessible to all. The High Temple is only accessible to new characters this month - it will re-open to all others next month.
4. The Test your Strength game can be played by anyone. How well your character does is entirely up to you, but the game does not necessarily measure physical strength.
5. These residents of the island are normal humans. Killing them is possible and will affect the colour grading of your Scrywatch depending on the situation.
6. Any food found on the midway is safe to eat, and is consumable by non-human entities.
7. Have fun!
Ⅱ. HALL OF MIRRORS
When it comes to amusements, the Hall of Mirrors has always been second-fiddle to the Haunted House. But the line for the former was shorter, so here you are. The guy working the door has weasel eyes and is smoking. He gestures for you and whoever is behind you to enter together; "No singles. For safety."
The lights are a dull neon, cycling from deep blue to cyan to purple and back again. You find that your outstretched fingers will bump against smooth, clear glass as often as not. The mirrors reflect the maze back into itself over and over, disorienting and strange.
Some of the mirrors are convex, some concave, and as you pass them your reflection warps and bends alongside that of whoever you're stuck inside the maze with.At some point you will realise that the reflection looking back at you isn't quite right. It's still you, sure, but it's not how you really look, not on the outside.
Looking back at you from the cold glass is how you perceive yourself. Perhaps that's stronger, perhaps uglier, perhaps as a sniveling child or an ancient hag. And this reflection is going to follow you from mirror to mirror as you desperately try to find your way out.
One of you spots an exit sign, bleeding red light. Only catch is that it's behind a pane of glass. And another. And another. You could break your way through all of them, certainly, but it's not as if there's anything laying around for you to use to do so. Just yourself, which might work in action movies but tends to cause a lot of physical damage in the real world.
Above the glass someone has placed a sticker that reads, “who are you really?” in black sharpie. Answer it, and the glass will swing open. Don't, and well...
Guess you'll have several years worth of bad luck.
Notes:
1. Yes, characters can bash their way out of the maze, but it is real glass and will cut anyone who isn’t invulnerable. There is a first aid station run by extremely unreliable carneys on the premises, so hopefully they can patch themselves up enough there.
Ⅲ. THE CAROUSEL
CW: childhood trauma
Old fashioned organ music and a million flashing lights draws you to the carousel. It's a vintage delight: huge, with ornate animals carved out of wood and lovingly hand painted. There are horses, of course, but also lions and leopards and birds and rabbits and wolves... any animal you could want! In fact, you'll see an animal that looks perfectly YOU. You just have to climb up on it for a ride.
When it stops and you step off, you will be younger. You will in fact be the same age you were when a formative event happened to you.
You're a kid at a carnival! How fun! Well, maybe you're not that young, and it's probably not very fun at all considering that now your trauma is fresh.
The only way to become your proper age again is to get on the carousel and get it to run forward. Depending on your age, you might not be able to figure any of that out, but surely one of the other Travelers can help you. You'll definitely need someone to man the carousel controls. Oh, and be careful not to knock it into overdrive...
Notes:
1. If your character does not get back on the carousel and ride it in reverse, they will revert to their actual ages at the end of the month.
2. Please be especially mindful of content warnings with underage characters. A reminder that the game does not allow explicit sexual content with minors.
3. You do not have to regress your character to childhood - if a very formative event happened at age 20 for example, you can choose that route instead.
4. Speeding up the carousel while it is moving forward will result in, you guessed it, aging your character UP. Obviously you can ride it backwards again to fix this, or again the aging will be reversed at the end of the month.
Ⅳ. COULROPHOBIA
CW: clowns, suffocation
Who can possibly resist the big top? Not you! You're ushered into the tent and you take a seat in the stands, where you have an excellent view of the huge ring before you. The excitement in the air is palpable, and even if you're the grouchy type you'll find yourself a little bit thrilled.
It's a little surprising when the lights go up to the sound of screaming guitars. Mist belches from hidden foggers, and flames shoot from near the center of the ring. The lights stutter red, blue, green. The whole thing is a lot more rock show than it is Ringling Brother's.
At any rate, even if the ringmaster looks like a reject from a trailer park metal band and the music is liable to burst some eardrums, it's still a circus. There are trained horses and riders, contortionists, and a score of talented trapeze artists. It's all sparkling and impressive and terrific fun.
The trapeze artists take their bows, clearly ready for a break. And if a break is needed at the circus? You know what happens next, don't you?
SEND IN THE CLOWNS!
The clowns spill into the ring, all sorts of them! There's Harlequin and Pierrot, Auguste and Tramp. There's Bozos and Ronalds and Clarabelles and Krustys. Hopefully no Gacys, but there's so many of them that it's hard to know for sure.
One of these clowns - the one you hate the most, of course - approaches you in the stands. With comically exaggerated movements, it leans close to you and whispers...Well. It whispers horrible things to you, really. It recounts to you some instance in your life where you delighted in the suffering of another, a moment where you really and truly were happy that somebody else was hurt. It's not a moment to be proud of, for sure, but as the clown tells your own secret shameful joy to you, you start to laugh. Really laugh - soon you're bent over double, tears running down your face, absolutely howling with laughter.
Your stomach hurts, and you're running out of breath. Very soon you won't be able to breathe at all.
Eventually, one of your fellow travelers won't be able to resist asking you, "What's so funny?"
The only way to stop laughing is to tell them. Otherwise you're going to pass out right where you sit, a creepy clown leering over you the whole time. Maybe your fellow traveler will be nice enough to drag you out of there if that happens, because if you're left alone? Everybody knows clowns get so much scarier alone in the dark.
Notes:
1. What happens if you really do get ditched with the clowns? Great question. Maybe they make you one of them. Maybe they eat you. Maybe you just wake up in the Big Top dressing room and see all the clowns smoking cigars and taking their floppy shoes off to film Clown Foot Erotica.
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He pauses when Roxy approaches. "Um, gimme a second, I'm going full Karen on a Carny."
"I'm not a carny, man!" The poor teen's voice cracks as he protests the label. "This is just a temp after school job!"
"Oh, sorry. You probably don't deserve the Karens."
"No I do NOT," the teen huffs, "Especially because I was already giving you everything. You didn't have to yell at me to do what I was already doing. You're just taking out your frustrations about what to do with your date on me. That's called transferral."
"HEY! Don't you bring that semester of psychology up in here!! You've got ONE CORN DOGGIE JOB!!"
"Whatever, man." He shoves a gigantic bag of all the food at Wade, and Wade shoves the free money the Temple gave him at the teen.
Then he turns to Roxy and looks down at her, because we are assuming she's shorter than he is. Also probably spunky. Are we wrong? We're not wrong. The narration can't be wrong. It's a rule.
"No. You're not." He sighs. "Look, I guess I owe you this. Because I owe you a lot, and that isn't something I forget. You were there for me in a really bad moment, and you got me back to the red and black. I'm bad news. You don't want to be my friend. My friends only ever get fucked, and not in the good RP smuttytimes way. They just end up dead or ruined forever. So...thank you. I appreciate what you did. And you should walk away from this hot mess."
Behind him, the teen groans loudly.
"WHAT, Jared?!?"
"Did you seriously just 'it's not me it's you' her? That is so fucking lame, man."
"She's not my date, Jared!!! You can't 'it's not you it's me' someone who isn't your date!!!"
"Mmmmmm." There is so much catty judgement in Jared's 'mmmmmm'.
"DAMMIT, JARED!!! MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS!!! SLING SOME CORN DOGS!!"
"You bought me out, dude. This is literally all I have to do right now. And you're telling me that going to the Carnival with someone, buying them all the Corn Dogs, playing games with them, murdering an evil carny with them, and telling them 'it's not you it's me' ISN'T a date?"
Deadpool fumes and starts to storm away. "Fucking Jared motherfucker goddamn asshole giving ME life advice fucking shit ass I need some corndogs in my mouth RIGHT NOW I SWEAR TO GOD...."
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She's heard speeches like this before so she isn't phased by it, and apparently neither is Jared.
"Thanks for the insight Jared." She says and tips the poor kid a wink before bopping after Wade, still smiling.
"You know....it's pretty rude to just ditch your carnival date like that." She teases, "Especially when she's willing to go on all the fun make you puke rides and doesn't think that you're actually bad news."
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"I'm not ditching you. I'm ditching JARED!!!" Back at the little food hut, Jared gives them a thumbs up. "But I definitely don't know what to do with you."
(The make you puke rides sound like fun.)
"That's what they all say, you know," he says as he munches. "They all say they don't think I'm bad news. There's a certain type that wants to believe the best in me. And I always end up breaking them. I don't want to do that to you. SO."
It's a pretty emphatic "SO", like he has some decisive thing to do after it. But he doesn't. He has to sit there and tear through several more corndogs to think. Ugh. This is why he doesn't DO direct. Show don't tell. Telling doesn't work.
"In another life, Threshold is my best friend. Total BFF." There. He had to reference what's most likely an AU to do it, so some fourth wall shenanigans, especially to access knowledge that she's from a universe where that name would matter to her, but desperate times and all that.
Never mind that in said other life, Threshold was ALSO AU and totally tamed by Shulkie.
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"Okay first of all, no offence but you don't get to decide 'what to do with me'." She says after he finishes speaking, her tone sounding a bit more like when she confronted the carny. "I decide who are my friends and who aren't."
"And second, I don't break that easily sweets."
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(Um. I don't. I don't think that came out quite right.)
"Dammit." He rubs the back of his head. "Look, normally what I do is increase the intensity of my completely unacceptable behavior until you run away screaming. Or I just take off my mask and make faces at you. That works too. BUT. I'm trying to do you a solid and level with you because you're good people and I don't want to see you vomit. Seriously. I'd sympathy vomit, and that's no fun."
He shoves a corn dog in her mouth. "See? Non-consensual corndogging. That's what I usually do. But I'm being better than that right now. I'll give you this though, I loved how you handled that carny's testicles. You really DON'T break easy."
From off in the distance. "Wait WHAT? She handled a carny's testicles?! What kind of date are you guys ON, man?!"
"SHUT UP JARED!! BUT ALSO YOU HAVE REALLY GOOD HEARING, LIKE ABSURDLY GOOD, YOU SHOULD BE A DAREDEVIL OR SOMETHING."
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Yeah that's what she's going to call getting a corn dog shoved in her mouth, which she does take a bite out of before continuing.
"But I just want you to know that I'm pretty used to weird and so far you're not any weirder than the time my ex boyfriend turned into a demon troll thing and tried to kill me. Or the time I got kidnapped by a man in a toddlers body that wanted me to be his love bride. Or the time.... Well you get the idea."
She moves the giant bag of food so she can scoot close to him. "My point is that you're funny and nice and I'm going to be your friend even if you keep telling me not to. Because I'm stubborn like that." She leans over and gives him a quick kiss on the cheek.
"So just deal with it, kay?"
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(Where did YOU think he was going with that? Get your mind out of the gutter!!)
"Holy crap. Okay. Okay, that sounds like my life. I promise not to turn into a demon troll thing and try to kill you. I make no promises about having a toddler body and making you my love bride. I was in a toddler body just last month."
He switches to cramming churros in his mouth, and then he feels her lips on his cheek and his eyes shoot open wide as a tingle runs down his spine. Because is there such a thing as a kiss on the cheek that does not result in spine tingles?
"Okay, okay. You can be my friend. But I did warn you. Just remember that! I was a good friend first and I warned you!"
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She smiles, "So long as it's a consensual love bride okay? The last guy literally kidnapped me and my friends, it was so not cool."
When he finally agrees to be friends she laughs and throws her arms over her head, "Haaaaaallelujah! He sees the light!" She looks back over her shoulder and gives Jared a thumbs up.
"So! You said you that you had a toddler body last month, does that mean you've been doing this weird island hopping for a while?"
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He sticks out a hand. "Deal!!! Only consensual love bride goblin marriages!! It's a lot more fun that way anyway. I'd much rather you use your gravity powers to tickle my balls rather than make them weigh ten pounds. Or manipulate fluids in my body for FUN effects and not horrific ones. If you have that kinda precision, that is. Speaking of...I mean, if you want to move away from the more pornographic applications of your powers to something more socially acceptable...have you ever made all the poo in someone's intestines suddenly weight just enough more to prompt an extreme potty emergency? If I had your powers, that is exactly what I would do. All the time. To Jared."
"I HEARD THAT, KAREN!!!"
"I SAID WHAT I SAID!!! AND TURNABOUT IS FAIR PLAY!!! Geez, is this guy Daredevil? Like, for real."
"OKAY FAIR POINT BUT YOU ARE THE ONE THAT CHOSE TO ORDER ALL OF MY CORN DOGS AND CHURROS!! I DID NOT FORCE THAT INTESTINAL DISTRESS ON YOU!!!"
"Details, details..." And he deep throats another corn dog like a pro. "Mm? Oh yeah, I'm an OG member of this game. Probably one of the first apps. Been on every island, questioned every The Man, been a headache so long apparently now they're trying to send carnies after me to turn me back into Wade."
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She may also be thinking that it could be a great way to get petty revenge on shitty ex-boyfriends....
"Have there been any islands that you enjoyed more than others?"
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He waves a hand. "Ehhh...they've all been pretty fun actually. But you can't beat a carnival. Who doesn't love going to the fair?"
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"I mean I guess anyone with a clown phobia but personally I love it. Lots of lights, junk food, fast rides. It's great."
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He gestures around them at the whole of the carnival with a corn dog. There are all kinds of people wandering around, and one would sometimes be hard pressed to tell the Travelers from the locals just having a good time. Sometimes. In several cases, it was quite obvious. Like, that was obviously fucking Sephiroth over there. And that guy was clearly dad..er..Loki. Okay okay, those were bad examples; they could look normal like anybody if they wanted, but there were some people who stood out a lot more. Like Deadpool himself.
"People with a clown phobia love it too. Think about it. They love to hate clowns. You ask them about clowns, and they'll give you a rant. It's like a special club of people who hate clowns. They can all rag on clowns together and feel like part of something. You know, like people who hate pumpkin spice. It's a whole Thing."
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"So are you feeling better after loading up on corn dogs? Think you could stand to play a few games with me on the midway?"
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How many had Deadpool eaten as they talked? He could eat cartoonishly fast, in part because he was literally a cartoon in some iterations. But also, he was a regenerator who fucked himself up pretty often. That made for a massive caloric need. In addition, nobody had ever written about it, but it kinda made sense to say that his body had adapted to his power by figuring out how to store more calories for the future, right? Like a secondary mutation thing.
"That probably accounts for why Wolvie drinks so much beer!"
(You answered your narration out loud.)
"Oops. I mean. Uh. Yeah! I could win you some prizes as thanks for you saving me from Sad Wade. What do you want to win?"
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"Something huge, pink and adorable!" She says, "Something I can cuddle or use as a pillow in case all those caravan bunks are spoken for back at the temple."
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"Something huge, pink, and adorable, got it." He rubs his chin and narrows his eyes in thought. "I think I saw a Pokeman that fits that description. And there's always the most massive cone of cotton candy ever...then you could eat your pillow if you got the munchies."
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Ironically she winds up leading him to one the most classic carnival games and probably the one that he is going to be the best at, the ol' shooting gallery. The carny behind the stand is a greasy middle aged man with practically no teeth and a straw boater hat perched on his head.
"Wanna win yer lady a prize eh? Shoot all the balloon clowns and you get the mini prize, shoot the bottles and you get the next size up, and if you can shoot all the tiny tin men in this box you get a big one." He grins lecherously, "Which is always best cuz we all know ladies like the big ones."
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(That...sounds like it could sound vaguely bad...but...huh.)
Deadpool is automatically into this game. Look at those classic cons. Look at that terrible gun. Look at that greasy motherfucker. Man, this was the shit. This was what people came to carnivals for. Ugh. So good.
"It's not the size of the prize, but the accuracy of the shot, my friend." He waggles his head side to side. "Which wins the biggest prize. So. I guess my metaphor comes back around to yours anyway. Eh, we're both gross, but she's into me so it's cool."
He takes the gun and holds it up to the light and examines it from multiple angles. His examinations attract something of a crowd, and the carny starts to look a little nervous. Most people don't handle it like they know what they're doing, let alone examine it like a pro. He hefts it a few times, getting a feeling for the weight.
"uh...you gonna shoot...or..."
"What?" Deadpool looks up as if startled, his finger twitching on the trigger while the gun is pointing up.
But it quickly becomes clear that he wasn't startled at all - just being a smartass. The bullet ricochets off the metal supports of the tent, PINGPINGPING, then rips through the guy's hat, pings off another metal support, zings through all the clowns, then PANGPANGPANG bounces around knocking the bottles down, and finally flies through all the tin men in a line before hitting something metal behind the counter, popping up, and landing in Deadpool's outstretched hand.
"Now should I be that good? Maybe? I dunno. But it sure makes for a good post. And besides, you spend enough time around Bullseye, you pick up a few things. But he would have had the bullet go several inches lower than your hat." He taps his forehead for emphasis. Annnnyways, how do you like how I handle your gun, guy? Good enough to win your prize?"
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When the gun goes off she jumps, looking up instantly to see if he shot a bird by accident but then she hears the bullet pinging off the support. And then another. And then the clowns, the bottles and finally the little tin men. There's a long moment of silence from her and the crowd that has gathered to watch him and then she cheers.
"HOLY SHIT!!!!"
The carny meanwhile just nods silently and takes down the biggest prize he has, which is of course a massive stuffed Jigglypuff, and hands it to Wade.
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When they are away, he shouts, "WHO WANTS MY JIGGLY!!!"
(Um...nevermind. You know what you did.)
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"I do, I do!" She yells, laughing. "Wade, I can't believe you hit every single target back there. You're good, like really good."
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That's what he yells in response to her saying she wanted the Jiggly, and he shoves it in her direction, pushing it on her until it starts to envelop her whole upper torso. This is probably a Kirby signature move, but who cared if it was big and it was pink and it was sucking her in?
"Oh, I just know guns. That one was pretty rigged, but once you figure out how it's no biggie to adjust. Then it's just knowing how to play pool like Bullseye would."
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ooc: Roxy does have a Tunnel of Love top level if you don't feel like doing one yourself