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]

*He chuckles, then nods.* There's a strawberry flavor that I think would be tasty, iffen ya do not mind?

[wordsofwater]

"I don't mind at all." She gets them both a drink and starts sucking on hers with the over sized straw. It takes a lot of effort because the slush is really thick. "Hmmmm. Yum. How is yours?"

[mordredeschain]

Wonderfully sweet, sai. *His lips and tongue are very red, in a way that reminds one of blood. This is a generally accurate impression.*

[wordsofwater]

It's actually a cute look on him, possibly because she knows it is only his slushie and possibly because she knows that recently he would have been sporting the same look with blood. She sticks her tongue out.

"Is it blue yet?"

[mordredeschain]

A little bit, aye.

This be such a sweet drink, I'll have ta take it slowly. Not used ta such, ya ken.

[wordsofwater]

Covey laughs. "Everything at the fair is either too salty, too sweet or laden with fats. I couldn't eat junk food every day but once in a while it's nice. Come on lets take a walk around the place and walk away some of these calories while we check out what else there is to do."

[mordredeschain]

Better ta have them an' not need them, but a look around will do.

[wordsofwater]

They walk around the fair sipping on their brightly coloured drinks. The music from each ride is loud and boisterous, mixing together in places so that you can hear the vocals from one song and the bass beat from another. Covey slips her free hand into Mordreds as they thread through the crowds.

[mordredeschain]

*Mordred drinks it all in, fascinated.* There's so much music! Back home there's no music ta speak of, say true. Well, not unless ya want ta listen to the drumline of 'Velcro Fly' played so loud that you can hear it from miles away. Lud isn't a nice place.

[wordsofwater]

"Velcro fly?" She scrunchges her nose up thinking, hearing one song over and over again must be highly irritating. "it sounds like a good name for a song but I don't know it. How does it go?"

[mordredeschain]

*In her head, just for a moment, she hears the God-Drums of Lud.* Sort of like that, but with more words.

[wordsofwater]

The music is powerful, ferocious even. Like an ominous death knoll waiting waiting for something that is about to happen. It only lasts for a short moment but in that moment it fills her. Filling her head, her soul and making her inexplicably feel like fighting, running, screaming, yelling and curling into a tiny ball all at once.

"Yep. That would be enough to incite a revolution, if nothing else."

[mordredeschain]

Every speaker in the city plays that at top volume; it can be heard for miles.

[wordsofwater]

"Wow. Just. Wow." She can't imagine it. Although, rather, yes she can imagine it all too well. When the soundtrack to your life sounds like that, how can the land possible be filled with sane people? "it must drive everyone crazy."

[mordredeschain]

Absolutely screamin' insane, aye. Human sacrifice an' worse--or there was, until sai Blaine poisoned most o' the city.

[wordsofwater]

What did he poison it with?

[mordredeschain]

Nerve gas of some sort, iffen I recollect it right. Blaine was a pain, say true!

[wordsofwater]

"Bloody hell, he wasn't pulling any punches was he?" She knows there are bad people in her world, and if she thinks about it properly, the little boy with his hand in hers has just come back from eating a bunch of people he met at the fair.

"The haunted Ghost Train shouldn't be a problem for you then," she laughs, steering their path towards the queue for that ride.

[mordredeschain]

*He is a little boy in the end, though he may not look it. But he's also a ravenous monster, an apocalypse beast that may well eat the universe someday. Walking that tightrope can be painful indeed.

*But today is a fine day; he's walking it well.* Compared ta Blaine? Not a chance.

[wordsofwater]

He may well be a ravenous monster, a beast from the apocalypse. But he is also her friend. She's decidedly blinkered when it comes to Mordred.

"I'm not going to lie, I'm going to squeal if a ghost puts its hand on me. I don't care if I know it's really a man dressed up, this shit is scary."

[mordredeschain]

*And o! but he is grateful for it.*

I'm a tad less easy ta frighten, say true.

[wordsofwater]

She grins up at him, eyes full of happy anticipation of the ride. "Sometimes it's good to be deliciously frightened. I know it isn't really baddies so I can let myself get scared."

Real life doesn't work like that. The fear has to be turned into something useful, like running away quickly. Or slamming a wall of water into someone.

[mordredeschain]

Understandable, sai. False fear is certainly more fun than the real thing, though that may not be saying much.

[wordsofwater]

"Stay close, I need you to sit with me." She grabs tighter hold of his hand as the queue starts moving forward, keen to make sure that they get into a little car together for the ride on through the house of horrors.

[mordredeschain]

*He holds her hand as firmly as he can without hurting her, then leads the way to an empty car.*