July Intro: Dancing in the Dark

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INTRO LOG: JULY

Who: New arrivals, and you!
What: New souls arrive to the archipelago of LifeAftr
When: July 4th - July 10th
Where: Primarily Io, as well as Ensō
Warnings: Mark as needed!

Last month, the island of Io saw a massive overhaul, as Eleu reunited with their lost half, Zum, to take their rightful place as the island's Avatar of Fun. Eleu'zum is aware that Io will not be remaining in the archipelago for much longer, and thus have opted to go all out in the celebration of their rejuvenation.

New arrivals may awake at any of the locations listed below.

Waterslides: Don't Let Me Get Down
For this week only, the waterslides threading throughout the bathhouses of Io have been equipped with some special new features, namely the light-up water jets laid out across the outdoor areas, as well as diving boards placed at extreme heights for thrill seekers. Sure, you could just sit around and relax in the heated water, but where's the fun in that? The supplies at the bathhouses have also been outfitted with wide varieties of inflatable tubes and pool toys, pool noodles, beach balls, dive toys, and squirt guns of every shape, size, and color. And yes, we really do mean every possible type you can imagine.

So have a blast, get soaked, shoot off of high-speed waterslides, or try and avoid the chaos to get a little relaxation time - the choice is yours. But enjoy the bathhouses and pools while you have access to them, before Io disappears.

Go-Karts: Don't Lie Me Down
That new go-kart track by the vineyard is in dire need of some test drivers. With corkscrew turns and twisting roads, those tracks look very much like they might be a tad hazardous, especially if your kart goes off-track...but don't fear! No matter how badly you spin out, you'll find that your kart will never leave the road, thus keeping spectators safe from any and all roadside dangers. However, just because they're safe from you doesn't mean that you're safe from them. You've got plenty of items to use against your fellow racers, but you've got nothing to protect yourself against the turrets mounted at the sides of the tracks, placed for the enjoyment of spectators who feel like getting a little more participatory. The roadside turrets are capable of spitting all sorts of additional threats upon racers: banana peels, balls of fire, jets of water, and so on.

However, bear in mind that this feature is a two-way street; climb onto one of those turrets to target racers, and they'll find that they'll have no difficulty targeting you in retaliation.

Whether you're here to watch, here to race, here to make things difficult, or simply here to place bets and keep score, you've still got plenty of drinks to wash away the shame of defeat, or celebrate your first place victory.

Hedge Maze & Butterfly House: Back into the Easy Days
Newly mounted atop the tea gardens is a brand new butterfly house, hosting a spectacular abundance of gloriously colorful specimens. With jewel-bright wings and unusually bold dispositions, one will find that these butterflies are very, very easy to behold up close. They don't seem to mind visitors at all, and will happily flutter down to light on the hands, head, and shoulders of whoever draws near, assuming they don't swat them away. The butterfly house comes equipped with small dishes of sugar water to feed them, if you desire, though you could just as easily simply spend time here to relax and look out across the island. From up here, you have quite the spectacular view. The tea gardens have also gained a rather grandiose hedge maze threaded around the tea trees. The paler pathways are for leisurely, scenic strolls, or playful games of who can reach the finish line first. The darker pathways, on the other hand, are for the more competitive, as well as the more daredevilish; those who take those pathways will quickly find themselves racing to reach the exit before some rather large bees catch up to them.

Despite their potentially fearsome appearance, these creatures are quite harmless, but there's still nothing quite like turning around and seeing that buzzing loudly after you. If they catch you, the bees will promptly burst into a large cloud of multicolored glitter that will coat you from head to toe. And if anyone has any experience with glitter, that can be quite a pain to get rid of. You'll probably be shaking it out of your hair and brushing it from your joints for weeks.

Rollercoaster & Carnival: Overlooking Trouble Gone Bad
The rollercoaster is the newest addition to the Honeycomb, and it's as much a thrill to behold as it is to ride. There are no lines, no tickets, and no entry fees; simply climb aboard! Once the cart is full, or if no further passengers enter, it will take off at breakneck speeds, twisting and loop-de-looping in a breathtaking series of physics-defying turns and arcs.

That's not all, however. The campsites on Io have also opted to make some slight alterations to celebrate the Avatar's return to form. Those large, colorful tents have gone from mere sites of sleeping and relaxation to a full-blown carnival. There are booths where you can play simple ring-toss games and the like, as well as stands for the acquisition of cotton candy, popcorn, and just about any snack you'd find typical of a carnival...as well as a few flavors that might seem a tad bit unconventional. But, hey - as long as it's here, why not sample what's free to eat? Even if you might run into seaweed ice cream, squid-ink sundaes, crab-cake kettle-corn, and many more besides, peppered among your more ordinary flavors. A small collection of rides have also been provided, of course; what carnival would be fit without them? A carousel with cariborn- or beowolf-styled mounts might be a bit strange to behold at first, but it rides just as well as any other. A small ferris wheel allows you to oversee the sights of Io at the peak of its curve, while whirling teacups can make for a delightful if potentially nausea-inducing escapade.

The island of Io will be disappearing from the archipelago as of July 10th, so you'd better enjoy these additions while you can! For once, there will be no strings attached!

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All new arrivals will awake with knapsacks, their names stitched to the front. The contents of said knapsacks can all be found in your acceptance notices!

As a final note to those who participated in the Test Drive Meme, bear in mind that those threads, if all parties involved would like, can be game canon in the form of dream-like memories involving a place very much like this one, though the layout is considerably different.

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Feeling a tad adrift? Make sure to check the Locations Page, which has details regarding the starting areas and a handy map for those who feel better with a bird's eye view!

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Comments

[neighborofthebeast]

See you on the other slide-- one taker only please!

Roman took the explanation well, he thought. After being turned into a terrible monster and occasionally summoned against his will for the better part of a year, suddenly ending up at a camp fire with the Easter Bunny was easy enough to swallow. The Storyteller had told him that they were not the Easter Bunny but Roman was too amused by something infernal as himself chilling at a fire with something associated with God. He should have been listening to all the explanations a lot more closely toward the end. He was too busy enjoying his own stupid joke to notice the world dropping out from under him--again.

For a moment, Roman was in the void. Suddenly there was the roar of water and flashing lights. The Unlucky found himself jetting down a water slide, getting soaked and having no idea when any corkscrews or dips were coming. Naturally he yowled in terror all the way down because without seeing the rest of the Bath House park, it was easy to imagine himself ending up in a sewer or some endless pit.

Suddenly, he emerged into daylight, jettisoned out of the end of the slide like a dart from a gun. He skipped across the surface of the wave pool two, three times before roll-crashing right into--

YOU!



Seems Fair Enough

After his less than graceful entrance, Roman decided to get out of sight for a while. The population of this world was weird enough that he didn't bother with his human disguise right away. Eventually he found himself wandering between the carnival stalls. He's always loved the circus and fairs. Something was off though. It took him wandering past a ring toss game to realize nobody was running the stands. The food and prizes were all his for the taking! Roman looked around before clambering up onto one of the counters with a flap of his tiny wings and leaned forward to grab one of the big floppy hats he could win.

This went on for ages. One could bump into him anywhere, either looting the booths, riding the rides, or stuffing his face with funnel cake.

seems fair enough

[sandsister]

"That's cheating, you know."

Despite her words, there's a light tone to her voice, sounding like she's on the verge of laughter. The missing stall owners are probably taking a break and won't take too kindly if all their stuff is missing upon their return. It's also illegal, she's pretty sure. The bees haven't taken too kindly to people wandering off with their stuff lately.

"Do you know how to play this game? I could totally show you and you'll win that prize fair and square."

fair enough

[postictal]

Tim's threading his way through the stalls in search of some of the firework sheds that he hopes are still in here, when he runs smack bang into someone...new. Least, he's pretty sure he's new. He'd like to think he'd remember if he wasn't, but Tim's memory isn't exactly the greatest here.

"Woah, hey. Sorry." Back up, hands out. Take into account that this guy looks like he's in the middle of...ransacking one of the booths?

"...uh, you new?"

i.

[uptightness]

Fun wasn't really in Carolina's vocabulary. If anything, duty, hardwork, uptight and stubborn suited her better. Still, it didn't stop her from exploring the new island. She's have enough of water park style places, considering Donut had burned the last one down, but she was in her civilian attire. No real point to wear that cumbersome armour suit, was there?

She'd taken a break, mentally going over the layout of the place in her mind, noting what she had seen and what she still needed to see. It's not like she expected trouble, although she did have one knife on her person, which was why she didn't even think about her proximity to other things - at least until she hit with a splash from behind, soaking her through and through.

"What the hell-" as she turned, green eyes narrowed, half expecting to see a familiar set of Blue armour, or even Red, despite Carolina knowing that none of those particular people were here.

Zidane Tribal | 3rd July | OTA

[atailoftwoworlds]

Bathhouses

[Oh boy are those slides that shoot water? And are those diving boards? Wait, are those floating boats?

Okay, time to take advantage of these as much as he can. This island won’t be around for very long and everyone will have to go back to struggling to survive so he will make the most of it as he can.

The water slides look pretty fun. So he’s gonna try those. And a certain monkey thief comes shooting down the slides at full speed and as he reaches the end, he ends up in the air…..]

Whoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooah!

[And ends up in one of those gigantic inflatable tube boats. One YOU happen to be in. Just hope he doesn’t land on you and disturb your blissful alone time or whatever. Or maybe he lands on you?]

Carnival

[There were funfairs back on Gaia. And Zidane had a lot of fun going to those when he was a kid although some of the rides he did not recognise. Like the rollercoaster for example. Either way, the whole place looked amazing. What should he try first? The rollercoaster? Do some games? Either way, it was bright and colourful and there seemed to be tons to do. So he could not help say to himself:]

Oh, man. Wouldn’t it be fun to take Dagger, Vivi and Eiko here? Uh……mind you, Vivi might not like that rollercoaster thing or the wheel.

[And as he says that, a pang of homesickness runs through him and a sad smile appears on his face. However, this is brief as he catches himself.]

Heh. What am I doing? [He’s here to have fun, not to be miserable about things he can’t do much about at the moment. He’d better decide something to do. Putting his casual smile back on he asks the nearest person:]

Hey, have you tried riding on that thing yet? You know if it’s safe?

Maze

[Whoah whoah whoah whoah. Bees? Really scarily big ones? And a ton of them trying to chase him?

Okay fine. He’ll take the challenge! He’s quite fast anyway so he’ll dash down the maze….

Until he runs into you, who might have been running from bees the other way.]

Awwwwww you’ve gotta be kidding me!

[Luckily, both of you have run into each other at a fork. And Zidane notices that immediately.]

Hang on. Maybe we can try that way?

[Hopefully it doesn’t lead to a dead end and you’re not both glitter doomed?]

Carnival

[forwearemany]

We have not, though deaths from carnival rides are typically rare.

(Lots of things organics think nothing of doing that are far more likely to kill them.

Legion themselves hasn't had much interest in doing more than observing; they do not experience the "rush" that organics get from such activities.)

maze

[taxusbacatta]

<sub>[Yellowfang is up to what any cat would be in dense foliage--hunting! She slinks low to the ground, being careful to keep her adorable tiny backpack from snagging on any wayward branches poking from the hedges.]

[Suddenly, any prey she might have been stalking bolts when Zidane comes rushing through.]</sub>

Mouse brain! I almost had it! Falling stars, what can you honestly be in such a hurry over in this place?

_{[She...doesn't know. About the bees.]}

bathhouses

[bitch4bitch]

[Erika guesses that by now she should expect that relaxing is not like, an option that exists here? Which is fine, she guesses - but also she can't exactly go through life being prepared for teenagers to be suddenly flung from water slides and onto her inflatable boat.

Unfortunately, her immediate reaction to that is a startled yelp, followed by a reflexive attempt to just... grab and fling him into the pool. Sorry, Zidane, she might be sorry later.]

[vagabone]

mr. bones' wild ride

[Out of the mana pool pops one ridiculous gangly skeleton, putting his skull back where it belongs and immediately spotting the rollercoaster. It's hard to miss, it towers over everything else.]

Hah, awesome! I've always wanted to ride one of those! [He's gesturing at it excitedly, as if it weren't obvious what he means. It should keep him busy for an hour or so, although it may not be the smartest idea for someone without nearly as much padding as other people.]

pizza pizza

[Some time later, he can be found at the bathhouse again, lying on the pizza shaped floatie. So good, so tasty, a wonderful modern recipe. He appears to be asleep with a water gun on his chest--a new one, not one of his older terrible arsenal.

But.

Is he? Isn't it awfully suspicious?]

[atailoftwoworlds]

[Well, Zidane has not seen one of these rollercoaster things on Gaia. But it does look amazing. And he is just about as excited and eager as Héctor to try it out. However, Héctor is a skeleton. Whose bones fall off. Like there is a possibility some of his bones could fall over and get crushed under the rollercoaster or smash on the ground. He might have to intervene a little.]

Hey, I’ll go on with you if you want. I really wanna try this thing too! But uh……it seems really, really fast. How ‘bout we take a few measures before we go on?

Mr. Bones needs aN INTERVENTION

[prettypurpleparlor]

[Muffet is about to agree before she pauses, frowning.]

Exactly how many times have you been on that ride today, so far?

[yallstupid]

i. Io Let Me Smash (Carnival)

[This island should be fun. It should be uplifting and happy after the hell month they had the past few weeks. It should be a lighthearted, exciting time for people to enjoy their first tastes of Lifeaftr. It should be that way. It should. But others have fun in their own way.

With his sunglasses over his eyes to hide the bags and the redness, Guzma has taken to letting out his bad attitude on the best game of them all - Test Your Strength. With a slow exhale, a deep breath, and the fresh memory of waking up and going to fetch Lillie for breakfast...only to find an empty room, he grunts loudly and brings that mallet down with all his might, the satisfying THWACK and the loud ping! of the bell ringing gives him some solace. The honey sticks he wins are passed to, quite literally, anyone passing by with a disgruntled--]

Here, I don't want it. [Before he's back in line for another go. Oftentimes he won't even wait getting antsy and impatient, the anger inside him bubbling forth to the surface in small spurts. With a gruff tone in his voice, Guzma will nudge the person before him and nod his head to the game.] Yo, I can win you something. Lemme go 'fore you.

[Honestly? He just needs to let off steam, and this is the best way or him to do it in a...not destructive to himself and others way. Just let him do his thing, he'll get it out of his system eventually.]
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ii. Butterfree me from this Fog

[At last, something Guzma can actually...enjoy. Peacefully, even! The tea gardens he more or less avoided for some pretty salty reasons, but after hearing there was a new butterfly pavilion, the bug trainer couldn't pass that up. He even drinks the chocolate chai tea (with milk) that Lillie mixed or him before she left as a tiny swarm of butterflies rest on his body, sunning their wings or sniffing about his clothes and hair. Guzma, uh...well, he certainly does attract insects. It must be because he too smells like them, given his two pokemon that travel with him so often. Or, perhaps, he just knows how to attract them.

As one colorful butterfly gets a bit too close to his mug of chai, he waves his fingers gently to shoo it away, instead taking some water, sugar and mixing it with his finger into the saucer and setting it down near him. In no time, the butterfly he shooed away, and several others on or around him, lock to the nectar, lapping it up happily.]

Jeez, y'all are so little... I could blow on you and knock y'all outta the air. Hey, yo, don't crowd, c'mon. [He takes one o the larger butterflies easily into his palm, though it struggles a bit, then sets it on the table a few inches away.] Wait your turn, bro, dang. You're worse'n my Masquerain at dinnertime...

[Speaking of, when he's finished with his tea, Guzma actually takes a proper walk through the butterfly pavilion, and is delighted that there aren't only butterflies here, but moths! Big moths. Like, seriously my guy, they are big moths. But not as big as the grin on Guzma's ace as he handles them, some utterly nerdy giggles escaping from his as the enormous creatures climb up and over his arms and palms. This probably is better for his mood than bashing stuff, and he keeping muttering excitedly.]

Yo, what even are you called, my guy? You're so much bigger'n your homies, yo! Uh, I mean...way smaller'n the bugs I got, even the moths, but like...bro, you're like. Moth ripped. For this island, I guess. Actually--[Peeky peek...] Whoa, sorry, ma'am.

[catpiper]

[There's someone else scouring this tea garden. She heard a bit about it while creating her forts-something something water blah blah leaves. The point is, leaves, honestly. Her mouth has water. And there's water around here, so she can take drinks whenever.

But to make tea, they need leaves, and she's taking all kinds of free samples, typically wandering to where the butterflies go because they seem to know what's tasty. She chews on a leaf here and there, takes a petal to see if that would make a good 'tea' and you know what? It's actually not great. Leaves and petals aren't candy and even mixing them with cups of water in her mouth do very little. It's chewy. Gummy. Oh well.

She hears Guzma as she starts to experiment with a tree leaf, ripping it into little pieces, shoving a couple slices of green in her mouth. This is terrible. Can someone just make this for her? Maybe she should ask Kravitz or Asgore if she comes across them.

Or maybe him. It's impossible to ignore his delighted voice and she buzzes towards him, much like the huge moths surrounding him.]

Its name is Dope Ripped. [That's what she decrees because that's how it is.] That's what that moth is called now.

carnival

[postictal]

[So it's probably not a shock to anyone who knows him that Tim's never been to a carnival in his life. What occasion would he have ever had to attend one? Instead of doing the kind of things normal kids do, he was spending his time inside hospital walls, trying not to lose his mind. Mostly failing.]

[A few minutes of watching Guzma go at that mallet is enough to indicate that he's not really after a prize here.]

[He crams his hands into his pockets and steps over.]

Hey, buddy.

Carnival Smash!

[heroondecku]

[Izuku was only planning to spectate this particular game for a little while - even without using One For All he can't help feeling like he'd have an unfair advantage if he played - and now suddenly he has a handful of honey sticks he was not prepared for. He has to scramble a bit to keep from dropping them, and by the time he can react properly his sugary benefactor has already gotten back in line for the game. And is being very twitchy and impatient about the wait. For crushing a button with a sledgehammer.

Well this feels a few shades of familiar.

His instincts are conflicting here. On the one hand, this feels like the sort of thing that requires intervention, if only for preemptive deescalation. On the other, powerful reflex to be as nonthreatening and uninteresting as possible and get the hell outta Dodge. He visibly waffles between the two, gaze darting back and forth between Guzma and Anywhere Else, before he finally straightens a bit and walks over. Meddling instinct wins out this time.]

Ah...excuse me?

the drifter | ota

[hyperlit]

[Now that they're back to their body, there's only one thing that the Drifter wants from all this.]

[They want to race. They want to race you. They're climbing into one of those go-karts and figuring out each of the controls, the difference between brakes and gas and what all of these little buttons and levers mean. It's totally unfamiliar, but it's all relatively simple. They're rather good at figuring out strange technology, after all.]

[Armed with a kart of shimmering, neon blue, the Drifter rolls over to the starting line and awaits other competitors. But they won't wait long. If no one else slides on up to take this challenge, the Drifter might just start racing themself and try to beat their own lap times.]

[forwearemany]

(They are ... uncertain about approaching the Drifter, even for such a simple, fun activity as this.

Eventually, though, a sleek black kart will pull up next to the Drifter's, carrying a less sleek but equally dark colored robot.

After a moment, they sign:)

We believe the appropriate figure of speech is "eat our dust".

Jules Dagger Samari - OPEN (note Jules' info first)

[suspecteverything]

Jules simply stares, gape mouthed, at the roller coaster in front of him. He's never in his life seen anything like it, and he can't figure out what it could even possibly be for. It certainly won't launch anyone into space. It's not going fast enough, though Jules could understand why people inexperienced with actual space travel could think it might. Perhaps it's some kind of torture device? Everyone on it seems to be screaming. But... why? That just seems like a lot of effort that could be better spent other ways for the same, if not a better, outcome.]

What piece of Tophet is that?

Chip Abaroa | OTA

[demonpuppy]

A: A-maze-ing Grace

[A giant hedge maze like this is too enticing a mystery for Chip to ignore. THey very quickly become lost running through the twists and turns, but they're not too worried. Elum--or, Elum'zum promised they wouldn't make any more mean tricks on their visitors, and Chip takes them at their word. And besides, if they really can't find their way out they have a Stone to call out with.]

[So they don't notice when they take a turn down a more sinister path, simply laughing and running through the leafy pathways. But after a while they hear a drone of buzzing behind them, and turn to see--]

[Something that absolutely reeks of green power.]

[What had been a gleeful run becomes a terrified sprint, and outside the maze one might be able to make out a high-pitched scream that goes on for a while before ending rather abruptly.]

[Perhaps thirty minutes after, Chip wanders out of the maze in a bit of a daze, positively coated in multicolored glitter of all sorts. They're so out of it that they don't even notice who they're talking to when they turn and look up with a vaguely haunted look to their eyes.]

...I think I killed them.

B: Butterflies In Your Stomach

[After washing off...most of the glitter, Chip wanders their way over to the gardens. The bright fluttering wings of the butterflies are near magicaly enchanting, and Chip spends quite a long time watching them from the edges of the area. Eventually they go further in, carrying one of the bowls of sugar water, and wait in a small clearing.]

[It's not long before the butterflies notice the sweet treat and come fluttering in, lighting onto Chip's hands, arms, even their hair and back. After a while they're nearly covered in jewel-like insects, stood stock still and barely seeming to breathe for fear of dislodging them. Even once the sugar water is gone, Chip is still fully bedecked...and similarly unwilling to move.]

[They...they might need a nudge.]

A

[bloodbathing]

[ Maine didn't hear the scream. If he had, there'd likely be a seven-foot-tall space marine-shaped hole in the hedges from where he crashed through to find the scream's source. As it is, Maine is standing not far from the entrance when someone wanders out looking like a party exploded all over them.

The Freelancer raises an eyebrow. He looks behind the kid, practiced eyes scanning for any sign of bodies, but sees nothing. Looking back at their glitter-covered face, he asks, ]

Who?

A

[atailoftwoworlds]

Huh?!

[Zidane's first thought is that kid looks distressed. He has already been in the maze and sprayed with glitter (washing it off took forever) but Chip's frightened expression puts him on the alert and he immediately goes up to them, concerned.]

Hey, kid! Are you okay?

['I think I killed them'? Wait, killed who? Zidane scans the area but he doesn't see any signs that someone has been killed.]

A

[vagabone]

Geugh.

[He's transforming into a skeleton pretzel, making a disgusted noise as if they're covered in something much grosser than glitter. So dramatic.]

That stuff is the worst. What in the world is in there?

A

[bitch4bitch]

[Okay, two fortunate points here. One: That Erika has already been through the darker side of the maze and has some idea of what Chip is probably reacting to. Two: That she was far enough off when they screamed that she did not hear it and try to go busting through the hedges anyway, just in case something had gone seriously wrong.

Instead, she can just... give them a quick once-over, confirm that they don't seem to be hurt, and then try really hard not to laugh.] Nah, I-- I think you're good, kiddo.

Ginko | OTA

[onegreeneye]

A - Rollercoaster or Go-Karts

Ginko does not like cars. Until a few years ago, he had never seen a car, but he made up his mind on them pretty quickly once he'd run into a few in Ryslig (or, in one case, when a car ran into him). He's not even a fan of being around them, much less actually using one as a means of transportation.

He has, however, known a few people who seemed quite fond of them, so he guesses these new, worse cars must be appealing to someone.

Or, apparently, a lot of people.

To say that Ginko is content to stand by and watch wouldn't quite be accurate, since he is less content than enormously uncomfortable and on-edge. But, whether out of morbid curiosity or some sense that he should hang around Just In Case something goes horribly wrong that he could maybe help with, here he is. He stands back from the wilder new attractions, eyeing them with something almost like suspicion while he chews on the end of a bitter-smelling cigarette.

He guesses these things are… theoretically safe or whatever, fine, but also he doesn't trust like that. "Maybe it's just me, but that doesn't seem remotely worth it."

B - Butterflies

Of course he ends up gravitating to the tea gardens again - and, there, the newer additions are much more his speed.

Ginko sits down in a corner of the gardens, holding his tail close to himself to keep it from flicking on reflex and chasing any of the colorful little insects away.

...He can't help but let out a quiet, amused huff, though, as he examines the patterns on one of the butterflies that's landed on his hand, because, boy, this sure is a lot safer than the last time he was covered in butterflies, huh. Not that he'll say as much unprompted to anyone around. Maybe it just tickles.

Wildcard

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[vagabone]

[It seems the go-karts are Too Much even for him, unlike the rollercoaster. He's a shit driver, with all of ten hours practice (and one deliberate crash) in over a century of existence. It wouldn't be very nice to get someone else hurt by your own stupidity, after all.

Almost as fun to watch and cheer people on! Which, somehow, involves some very obnoxious whistling. But... he can rein himself in for someone who would rather have quiet than a skeleton yelling at the top of his nonexistent lungs from two feet away. He sidles up, still grinning.]

People race all the time in cars faster than these. Living people, not just dead ones.

[semistableman]

Hedge Maze & Butterfly House: Back into the Easy Days
A long time ago, Bucky would have appreciated all of the rides and celebrations, but that had been a different time, back when Bucky was a very different man. But some of the more... well, relaxing things aren't so bad. It's why he finds himself in the butterfly house, where he figured he had a reasonable chance of not having an alarming experience the way he had last month.

No real noise, just a lot of pretty butterflies, and a distinct lack of fireworks.

Rollercoaster & Carnival: Overlooking Trouble Gone Bad
The carnival, however, eventually becomes too much for him to resist. Sure, it's louder, has a lot going on, but it reminds him of Coney Island.

Is it still there, in New York? He doesn't think he'll ever be back there.

For the moment, he's content just to watch the carousal, turning to look at anyone who wanders close by. "Strange-looking mounts, don't you think? When I was a kid they were horses."

[indomitables]

Steve finds his friend by the carousel, and is also content to watch the animals spin by in a circle to the music. At least until Bucky speaks up and Steve tears his attention away from the carved wolves.

"Strange but pretty," meaning at some point he's going to collect enough paper-like substance to start drawing sketches of all the amazing things on these islands. "Hey, you wanna take a ride on it?"