It takes a bit of effort, what with their clothes weighing them down, but they get to the shoreline eventually. If anyone noticed they're failed attempts to hop across the jellyfish - which wouldn't be hard, because that splash was quite impressive - but they drag themselves out, stained bright green, and they just... Lower themself to the ground.]
That fucking sucked.
[They're talking to nobody in particular as they flop there, slowly creating a puddle.]
Is this a dream? This is a shitty dream.
[Ughghghgh.]
cool carnival a; [It's not taking Kitten long to find the frozen slush that makes people act like penguins. They spend a little bit watching the people on the slip-n-slide, hand over their mouth to hide their grin. Watching people make fools of themselves... It's really not something that can be beat. They wonder what would happen if two people-penguins crashed, or how this could be even better.
They look towards the crowd of people walking around, before making a move to sling their arm over some unsuspecting person's shoulder.]
So, would you happen to fancy a delicious frozen slush?
[Heh. Hehehe.]
cool carnival b; [A frozen margarita challenge, huh? For two people? Why not one people. They should be allowed to do this on their own, they think, because it's not like they've managed to make any friends here. Yet.
Possibly they never will, but for now it's a yet.
Well, maybe there's someone they could help them. They know better than to just drape themself over random people - some folks are so touchy - so they keep their distance. With the way they're looking directly at them and speaking probably louder than they should, hopefully they'll get the picture.]
You're old enough to drink, right?
[They might have questionable morals, but they don't want to get disqualified from the challenge by dragging a minor along...!]
surf new turf; [This is the kind of fantasy bullshit they want to see. A bunch of weird, fucked up animals (okay, the mossatees are pretty cute actually, but still) that they get to ride. Into battle.
Hell yes.
They look over the gathered mounts, and all the people here to learn how to ride them, before their gaze settles on a particularly pissy looking deinosuchus.]
That one.
[They point.]
We should try riding that one.
[Yeah, they've already decided you're going to be their partner.]
wildcard; [Throw whatever you want at me! I can take it! Or hit me up at revelries to hash something out!]
kitten | original character | dark/technomancy
[Well.
This is not where they expected today to go.
It takes a bit of effort, what with their clothes weighing them down, but they get to the shoreline eventually. If anyone noticed they're failed attempts to hop across the jellyfish - which wouldn't be hard, because that splash was quite impressive - but they drag themselves out, stained bright green, and they just... Lower themself to the ground.]
That fucking sucked.
[They're talking to nobody in particular as they flop there, slowly creating a puddle.]
Is this a dream? This is a shitty dream.
[Ughghghgh.]
cool carnival a;
[It's not taking Kitten long to find the frozen slush that makes people act like penguins. They spend a little bit watching the people on the slip-n-slide, hand over their mouth to hide their grin. Watching people make fools of themselves... It's really not something that can be beat. They wonder what would happen if two people-penguins crashed, or how this could be even better.
They look towards the crowd of people walking around, before making a move to sling their arm over some unsuspecting person's shoulder.]
So, would you happen to fancy a delicious frozen slush?
[Heh. Hehehe.]
cool carnival b;
[A frozen margarita challenge, huh? For two people? Why not one people. They should be allowed to do this on their own, they think, because it's not like they've managed to make any friends here. Yet.
Possibly they never will, but for now it's a yet.
Well, maybe there's someone they could help them. They know better than to just drape themself over random people - some folks are so touchy - so they keep their distance. With the way they're looking directly at them and speaking probably louder than they should, hopefully they'll get the picture.]
You're old enough to drink, right?
[They might have questionable morals, but they don't want to get disqualified from the challenge by dragging a minor along...!]
surf new turf;
[This is the kind of fantasy bullshit they want to see. A bunch of weird, fucked up animals (okay, the mossatees are pretty cute actually, but still) that they get to ride. Into battle.
Hell yes.
They look over the gathered mounts, and all the people here to learn how to ride them, before their gaze settles on a particularly pissy looking deinosuchus.]
That one.
[They point.]
We should try riding that one.
[Yeah, they've already decided you're going to be their partner.]
wildcard;
[Throw whatever you want at me! I can take it! Or hit me up at