Foundation Day Festival: Games Area

[paixaomayor.livejournal.com]

Character(s): anybody playing games
Content: people play carnival games
Setting: Joco da Crianca Fairgrounds, games area
Time: all day~
Warnings: Multithreaded posting format (please include time of day and sub-location in your comment's subject line)

Scattered through the western half of the fairgrounds are the game tents. They've got everything, from knocking over bottles to darts to a dunk tank; if you can think of it, chances are they have it. There's even a "Guess Your Age Or Weight" booth. Typically there is more than one game to a tent. This is a very loud area, with all of the games staff calling at once to get people to come over.

Naturally, there are prizes for those who win, ranging from little knickknacks and candies to giant stuffed animals - nothing particularly useful, but a lot of cute things.

The piece de resistance is a 25-foot Ferris wheel. It seats two to a car (three if you squeeze), and children under four and a half feet tall aren't allowed to ride without an adult.

Comments

Noon, Strongman booth and wandering

[notquitedracula.livejournal.com]

Soma stood before the pillar, looking at the marked levels and wondering just how he was going to manage not to break it. The simple answer, of course, was to rein in his supernatural strength, and do this the normal way. With the strength of Soma Cruz, not the strength of the Minotaur.

The other problem was deciding on a prize. Mina loved stuffed animals, he knew, and there was no short supply of them here. Everything from cuddly little kitten plushies to gigantic panda bears was in evidence. With a mildly wry smile, he turned to Mina. "Which one do you want?" he asked, indicating the wall of prizes.

Nine AM-ish, wandering

[dreamsoffalling.livejournal.com]

Rakka was following Stitch and Rikku, mindful not to lose them--her companions were small and quick, so it was a definite possibility in such a crowded place. Everything was bright and colorful, and Rakka wanted to try everything. Haibane couldn't use money, though... But this was Paixao, not Glie, so it was okay. Right? Anyway, it wasn't exactly money, right?

Every stuffed animal caught her eye, although the big ones were especially delightful. But she doubted that they were used... There was even a tent where you could win a goldfish!

"What are we going to play?" Rakka called to Rikku and Stitch.

11:02 EXACTLY, Ring Toss and Wandering

[humaniste.livejournal.com]

After wandering the festival a few minutes, Death had gravitated towards the center of most of the noise and found a multitude of tents, each with several small booths. It seemed these were the games his companion had been talking about at the entrance. Death gestured towards one of the games - a square of small milk bottles, and a small stack of red rings handed to him by the game's proprietor.

I HAVE NEVER SEEN THIS BEFORE, Death admitted, handing a few of the rings to Kit. HOW DO YOU PLAY?

A little after noon, at the Ferris wheel

[sparkplasma.livejournal.com]

The big wheel was an easy landmark to find, being the tallest thing on the grounds and moving. Ivan had had to watch it in fascination for a good ten minutes when he first reached it. How did they keep it from rolling away?

Eventually, though, he'd checked his journal, and gotten in touch with Karst, and now she was supposed to be meeting him here. It suddenly occurred to him that, although they'd been corresponding for days, he hadn't actually seen her since she'd died. Or... since they'd beaten her and Agatio, anyway.

She hadn't seemed angry when he'd read her mind a minute ago, though. More... frightened. He was fairly used to angry from her, but frightened was something new. Then again, he couldn't really blame her; this city would scare just about anybody - which included himself.

Just after 12:30, nowhere in particular

[stretchmeout.livejournal.com]

He had his fill of food; now it was time to satisfy his competitive hunger. No better way to do that than test himself through the rigors of the modern carnival game! Looking particularly pleased with himself, his contagiously bubbly smile naturally spread from ear to ear, Luffy's starlit eyes amazedly wandered across the long walk of carnival booths. His head was practically on a swivel, darting back and forth, drawn in by the sights and sounds pouring out from the people and the workers.

"Naa, what should I try first? There's so much to pick from..." he mused aloud in a strong, confident pitch. "How about that?"

The Strongman booth. A classic. The burly man working the game, deftly holding the hefty mallet in one hand, beckoned all challengers to approach, to prove their strength to their lovely lady friends and bring them home a prize.

"What's the matter, not man enough to ring the bell? Just grab the hammer and give it a good hard swing, gents!" he exclaimed. Several people stepped up to take him up on his offer; a few walked away as a winner, but only one in a dozen ever seemed to even come close to the lofty bell up at the top.

Luffy strode up, boasting his long and lanky build, and immediately was greeted by a scoff and a laugh. "C'mon, beat it, kid," the worker chided, shooing Luffy away with a brush of his hand. "You couldn't even make it halfway up."

Luffy seemed to take particular offense at the statement, and snatched away the mallet right out of the worker's firm grip. He narrowed his eyes sharply, with an amazing intensity framed in those suddenly frigid gaze. "You don't think so? Don't judge people so quickly."

He stepped up in front of the springing board, but took a sudden pause before even attempting to lift the hammer up. With the weapon in question in one hand, he raised it up to eye level, glancing it over with a very questionable look stamped on his face. He turned it around, looked and studied it over from all angles as he turned it effortlessly about despite its weight, and then carelessly chucked it backwards over his head, nearly clubbing the booth worker out cold before the game even started.

"Hmm, don't need it," was all Luffy had to say. Tightly, the young man in the straw had clentched his fist up tight and swung it viciously over his head. With such speed and force, his entire limb stretched out far over his head, rising as high as the bell he intended to ring, then came springing back down again at breakneck speeds. His bare fist slammed into the spring board with such monstrous force that it sent the weight rocketing upward, crashed through the bell, and kept right on sailing into the sky.

after 11, one of the ends of the game area with a beanbag toss and some fishpond games

[whtwizardbakura.livejournal.com]

Bakura had taken a few seconds wondering around the tents, finally settling on the end of one of the rows with a beanbag toss(one of the ones where you knocked down cans with for a prize) and the collection of fish pond grab-bag games that most fairs have for the children(the fishing pond where you had to net an underwater critter for a prize marked on the bottom and the board where kids "fished" for a goody bag). Beanbag toss was a challenge, but one that was easy to learn how to play.

He grinned at Blue and pointed toward the beanbag toss, "I think I'm going to try the beanbag toss. Do you want to play?"