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[heybiteme.livejournal.com]

[He's examining the rides with wide-eyed curiosity as he snacked on an ill-gotten pretzel and elephant's ear thanks to someone crashing into the food vendors earlier]

Far as places to get lost in, guess this isn't so bad. Food's decent.

[The man stops to stare up at a loop-de-loop, whistling at it's size]

"A dog's paw smells aromatic."

[jump-isforkids.livejournal.com]

[A man with curly white hair and bored-looking eyes, wearing a white kimono hanging off one shoulder and black high-collar shirt and black pants and boots, leaves the Lab with his new smartphone, fiddling with it and turning it on when all of the sudden--]

. . .

I can smell dog breath.

Why do I smell-- Oh, my head's inside of something's mouth. That would explain the lack of light, and also the teeth digging into my shoulders.

Wait... Why dog breath? Dogs aren't this big. Not even wolves are this big, or this heavy. Eh? What is this? This can't be a dog.

[After another pause, he screams bloody murder.

The connection cuts out.

...But later that same day, Gintoki can be seen running through the theme park, followed close behind by a gigantic 660 pound, 5 1/2 feet tall white fuzzy dog, tongue flying out its mouth and white tail swishing behind it like it's having the best time of its life.

The man is not.]

EXCUSE ME! EXCUSE ME, I'M CURRENTLY SEARCHING FOR THE OWNER OF A LARGE BEAST! CIRCUS RINGMASTER, I'VE FOUND YOUR GIANT DOG, COULD YOU COME PICK IT UP?! EXCUSE ME!!

[He tries hiding behind tents and booths but the thing always finds him, giving a cute little "BARK" whenever he catches up. Gintoki will likely run out of steam after a couple hours and just give up trying to escape, at which point he simply continues wandering the theme park, large dog following behind him like it's afraid to let him out of its sight.

The man seems to be trying out all the games and trying all the food as if searching for something. He stands in front of the rollercoasters and watches people riding them, but doesn't get on, himself.] . . .


[[ OOC NOTE:: dunno what I was thinking not saying something when I was first posting this haha-- JUST FYI, this big dog is basically a huge...dog in every way, and it has a hobby of eating peoples' heads and arms and things sometimes sort of. You are all its chew toys. The characters in Gintama are never permanently harmed due to it, but if your character is a meatier, stronger type, Sadaharu might play rougher because YOU CAN PUT UP WITH SOME BLOOD LOSS AND DEAL, RIGHT? RIGHT? So, small children and people who can't deal with extremely strong and rowdy pets might want to keep a short physical distance - that doesn't mean you shouldn't tag though~! Gintoki can keep him at bay for ya as long as you keep yer head on.]]

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[moesmar.livejournal.com]

[It's a little confusing to wake up in a strange town, your memories almost completely erased... and then a theme park springs up, seemingly out of nowhere, as if to celebrate your arrival. Yeah, that's definitely not normal.]

Am I the only one who finds all of this a little... um, weird?

[Lyon's taking it all in stride, though. Amusement parks are a foreign concept to her, but it's fun to experience new things, right? The food doesn't look too bad, though the cotton candy is especially delicious. The games are fun; she wouldn't mind winning one of those cute stuffed animals to bring home. And the rides... well... she just stares up at those uncertainly, like she wants to try them out but can't decide if it's a good idea or not.]

An Arthurian Knight in a Connecticut Yankee's Apartment

[seeker-of-law.livejournal.com]

[Carnivals!  Roller coasters!  Cotton candy!  Exposure to too many foreign sights was overwhelming his brain; though Lawfer assumed it had something to do with the memory loss at first, careful observation of the others' reactions to the spectacles convinced him otherwise.  'Theme park' wasn't even in his vocabulary; asking someone to define it for him had resulted in nothing more than a brief spurt of laughter.

Either he had lost far more memory than the others, or he was simply from a vastly different place.  Either way, though he could grudgingly admit the park was enjoyable at some points, it was far too much to handle in a single day.  He looked forward to the comfort of a bed and a cold bath.]

[A: The first challenge: the elevator.  Anyone walking into the lobby will find a man pulling at two stubborn doors that refuse to budge, despite being assured that they would lead straight to his room on the 3rd floor.  He could only imagine that the stairs were behind them.  If only they would open.  Banging, kicking, and trying to force them apart with all his might leads only to strained shoulder muscles.]

I have clearly been directed to the wrong location.  Where are the rooms I have been assigned?

[B: The second challenge.  At some point, a wild yell will be heard from Lawfer's room, after which he barrels out the door as quickly as possible.]

Demons!  Demons!  Inside a box!  Do you hear their voices?!  The room is accursed!  Quickly, call for an exorcist, a priest; they may take material form at any moment!

[Astute listeners will notice that the television is on.]

[C: The third challenge.  After the business with the demon-possessed television is cleared up, Lawfer will be knocking at your door, largely devoid of clothes, and well... Let's say medieval knights don't usually shower that often.]

My apologies for the intrusion, but I cannot locate the communal bathing area.  Where is the well from which the water is drawn?

The operator must be having a heart attack down there

[stinglikeabat.livejournal.com]

[Joachim, like many other new arrivals, was fairly unfamiliar with the modern concept of theme park, and even more unfamiliar with the concept of "basic safety protocol". Why would anyone want to ride inside the ferris wheel when they could be balanced on the car with the wind in their hair and the sun on their face? And what a view! Sure, it's a bit wobbly, but it's nothing he can't handle.

...That's odd, it's stopped for some reason. Doubtlessly no reason in any way related to some worried citizen pointing out the possibly suicidal man strolling about atop the wheel. Oh well, whatever it is, they'll get it sorted out sooner or later. And it is a fantastic view. Aaand now he's laughing up there. It's one of those booming, echoing laughs that stands a chance of drawing attention even in a noisy fairground.]

Well, if I don't know anything else, at least now I know I'm not afraid of heights!