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[garforswords.livejournal.com]

[Somewhere nearby, assuming you are in the amusement park, a crash. Suspicious noise to hear in a mysterious magical temporary park, perhaps? But a quick look around just shows an imploded concessions stand.

In the center of it, lying on and partially covered with rubble, shifting very quickly from a bewildered expression to a bored, vaguely annoyed one, is a man.]

...That felt like a landing. I wonder if I was in the air? Nothing seems to be coming back to me...

Hey. You. I have a very important question: did I have to pay for a ticket to be here? I don't seem to have one.

[Let's just play the real things we're wondering about close to the chest.]

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[seeker-of-law.livejournal.com]

.....

As I have no coin of which to speak, I would suspect not. ...Or perhaps we shall both shortly be selling 'John's Funtastic Corn Dogs' for a new living.

[garforswords.livejournal.com]

[Archer glances at the sign resting on his left shoulder.]

Ah. At least I didn't destroy a worthier food vendor.

[seeker-of-law.livejournal.com]

The fun in eating dog, let alone coating one in corn, escapes me.

...Would my assistance be desired?

[garforswords.livejournal.com]

No. I'll be fine.

[He clambers up and brushes himself off.]

And for the record, it's not exactly a native food where I come from, but I believe a corndog is merely ham or beef in cornmeal. I'm not sure where the "dog" part comes in, myself.

[seeker-of-law.livejournal.com]

[Lawfer considers this for a moment.]

Proper labeling of food is not a priority in this country, it seems. Cotton candy is neither cotton, nor candy, though I would recommend it.

I am Lawfer, of the... the, ah. ...Simply Lawfer.

[survival-101.livejournal.com]

Well, I just walked in the front without one, so... you know what, let's assume yes.

[garforswords.livejournal.com]

At least if there are consequences, I'll be able to pass myself off as your accomplice. Thanks for the information.

[survival-101.livejournal.com]

Sounds like a plan, Fly Guy. Oh, and the name's Catherine. Might work better than just pointing at me.

[garforswords.livejournal.com]

I'll experiment with it.

[survival-101.livejournal.com]

So do you recognize this place, or has everyone been smacked over the head with something?

[moesmar.livejournal.com]

I don't think so. They didn't ask me for a ticket or money when I walked in. [shrug] Maybe this is their way of welcoming us here...?

[garforswords.livejournal.com]

You know that answer only raises more questions, don't you?

[moesmar.livejournal.com]

Naturally. I've had nothing but questions since I woke up here, anyway.

[totallynotaspaz.livejournal.com]

I'd tell you but--ghrk!--you're gonna have to get off of me first!

[WHAT IS BREATHING]

[garforswords.livejournal.com]

Oh. My mistake.

[The sound of SINCERE REMORSE but oh well he's getting up.]

[totallynotaspaz.livejournal.com]

Thanks.

[With a small groan, Danny pushes himself off the ground and stretches out his back.]

But as for your question, I don't think we have to have tickets. At least, I don't have one, and I haven't had any problems.

[garforswords.livejournal.com]

Aside from me, you mean.

[bulletserenade.livejournal.com]

Hey. You might want to worry about other things first. Like if any of your bones are broken or not.

[garforswords.livejournal.com]

I feel fine. I'm sure it would take more than this to give me a serious injury.

[bulletserenade.livejournal.com]

Oh yeah? How can you know that?

[garforswords.livejournal.com]

I don't look or feel like such a delicate flower that I'd have anything to fear from plywood.

[manjuumagic.livejournal.com]

[Something comes flying off the nearby Tilt-A-Whirl and lands dead center on his chest.]

Good afternoon~

[garforswords.livejournal.com]

[Huh.]


So what are you? A rabbit?

[manjuumagic.livejournal.com]

Nuh-uh!

Mokona is a Mokona!

[garforswords.livejournal.com]

So I assume you're one of a kind. Some sort of familiar?