Attempting Fun

[mordredeschain]

 *Mordred is not used to crowds, rides, candy and did I mention crowds? So at the moment he is all but clinging to his friend, staring wildly about and jumping at loud noises.* This is supposed to be fun, is it? *Mordred is apparently not used to fun either.*

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[mordredeschain]

Any idea what ya want ta do next, my friend?

[wordsofwater]

"Your choice next."

The inside of the haunted house is too dark to see. The car turns a sharp left, throwing them to the side before it turns an equally sharp right, throwing them back again. That's when the ghosts pop up.

[mordredeschain]

*Mordred seems more amused by the ghosts than anything, but then he's seen much worse.*

[wordsofwater]

The ghosts make Covey giggle. They are hilariously over the top, with flashing green eyes, flapping sheets and ghostly sounds of whooooooaaaaaaa.

"This is brilliant. So tacky."

[mordredeschain]

It certainly does amuse, aye. Far more than actual ghosts would . . .

[wordsofwater]

"I've never met a real ghost. What are they like?"

[mordredeschain]

I know not if thy world be like mine, but any sort o' spirit in my world be dangerous. Cruel, capricious or just plain mad, may it do ya fine.