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thoughtformed2013-10-21 09:17 pm
tower_bound) wrote in thoughtformed2013-10-21 09:17 pm
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Action log- Backdated to the Carnival Event.
Who: Anyone!
What: Rapunzel is meandering around the carnival, looking a little too enthralled and trusting of everything and everyone in the Carnival.
Where: Carnival grounds
When: October 12th
Warnings: Possible spontaneous singing.
[Curiosity killed the cat.
Perhaps someone should tell that to Rapunzel.
For though she has some unsettled wariness as she wanders through the carnival, the curiosity and wonder of the new sights and experiences far outweigh her reservations. On the bright side, she did come far more prepared than she usual: her hair is neatly braided, and though it's not tightly braided enough to keep it off the ground, it does considerably shorten the length that trails behind her. After all, she wouldn't want to get it caught on anything, and with only a few feet of hair dragging, it's far less likely to be stepped on.
After a good hour of meandering, she stops next to the Ferris Wheel, taking a moment to rest, admire the oddly swaying machine, and realize... she has no idea where in the carnival she is.
Oops.
Time to wait for a familiar face to pass by... or she could talk to one of the carnies and see if she can't get directions.]
Excuse me...
What: Rapunzel is meandering around the carnival, looking a little too enthralled and trusting of everything and everyone in the Carnival.
Where: Carnival grounds
When: October 12th
Warnings: Possible spontaneous singing.
[Curiosity killed the cat.
Perhaps someone should tell that to Rapunzel.
For though she has some unsettled wariness as she wanders through the carnival, the curiosity and wonder of the new sights and experiences far outweigh her reservations. On the bright side, she did come far more prepared than she usual: her hair is neatly braided, and though it's not tightly braided enough to keep it off the ground, it does considerably shorten the length that trails behind her. After all, she wouldn't want to get it caught on anything, and with only a few feet of hair dragging, it's far less likely to be stepped on.
After a good hour of meandering, she stops next to the Ferris Wheel, taking a moment to rest, admire the oddly swaying machine, and realize... she has no idea where in the carnival she is.
Oops.
Time to wait for a familiar face to pass by... or she could talk to one of the carnies and see if she can't get directions.]
Excuse me...