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"Nice little cave you have here," he said, glancing around. Hopper took a seat and a glass, and shrugged. "Well, if you don't mind my asking, what have these bulls got a gal like you in a joint like this for? The rest of them goons give me the creeps."

She poured each of them a small glass of whiskey. He didn’t seem too bad. If fact, he was kinda cute. “Well, what part of the Carnival do you want me to snitch on?” Mag asked him, trying to get used to speaking the old language. Saying it was easy, fully understanding it was the hard part.

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The scowl that had dominated his face moments before turned to a gaping stare at the mention of a ticket. "I er, don't think I have one... I don't even remember how I got here, let alone buying a ticket.." he squeaked out. Something about this fellow reeked of no-nonsense, and Hopper dreaded what might happen if he didn't produce the ticket. He patted himself down, frantically searching pockets he knew weren't there.

After much fruitless wandering, Hopper finally stumbled across the ticket booth and its gate.

About time! Finally, someone who’s got the lowdown.

Hopper stepped up to the booth and knocked on the front panel repeatedly. “Hey, anybody here can point a bunny in the right direction?” he called.

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“Yes, yes. Just a moment!” the Ticket Keeper called upon hearing the knocking. He peered out from his booth, and found an impatient-looking new arrival. They were always so impatient, their first day or two—when it hadn’t yet sunk in that they were here for eternity, and had no need to hurry from place to place.

“Good evening, young man,” he said with a smile. “I’m sure I can be of help, but what direction to point you in depends on what you aim to see.”

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The handful of darts fell to the counter with a clatter as he turned to greet Corinna. Hopper held out his arms, grinning. "Well look what the cat dragged in! Hiya dollface, how've you been holding up? None of these eggs futzed around with you, have they?" He looked her over, making sure there were no visible signs of damage.

As Hopper wandered through the carnival, he wondered what exactly his purpose there was. Throughout his stay, little bits and pieces had been coming back to him, and it only made him wonder more.

He sat himself on a stray box, and called to a nearby goat.

“Hey there, milquetoast. Wanna come give a pally some company?” 

As it approached, he held out a couple of his peanuts. The goat took them hesitantly, and skittered backwards. Sighing, Hopper threw a few more on the ground, and stood up again. Nearby stood a darts game, and glad for something familiar, he danced over and began a game against himself. As the played, he sang;

“I’ve got the blues, I feel so lonely. I’d give the world if I could only make you understand; it truly would be grand…”

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His eyes grew large and he glanced around nervously. "Er, well, now, a-a carnival is no place for.." Hopper stammered, but he paused and redirected. "A ride? That sounds like the cat's pajamas, sure. As long as it isn't too high up, I mean. Living out in the country, not too many heights to spare. Never got used to it in the city. You have your lamps on anything in particular, Nicole?"

Hopper/Nicole

Nicole looked up at him, eyebrow raised in slight confusion. “I…have no idea what half of that meant,” she admitted, laughing. “But I think I get the idea. Y’know, maybe you and your risky behavior landed you here. After all, most anything that’s any real fun probably involves some kind of sin. ‘Specially if your idea of ‘fun’ is more dangerous than most people’s.” She tried to shift the subject slightly away from Hopper’s friends; it didn’t seem very fun to her to dwell too much on people they left behind.

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Hopper cautiously pushed the tent flap aside and took a step forward.

"Mag? Hey there, muffin! So, you got your boots on? What's the low down?"

Th young man felt immediately at home, and smiled at the music. A welcome change from the chaotic carnival tunes. He didn't know yet if this new woman was to be trusted, but she seemed nice enough. And it was never polite to turn down a drink...

A Blast to The Past! / Magdalene & Hooper

Magdalene was waiting patiently for Lawrence Hooper to arrive. With a bottle of whiskey in hand and Moonlight Serenade playing on her phonograph, she was glad she was meeting a sinner for once. She decided to dress appropriately for the occasion, switching from her plain white gown into something a bit more 30s. Never having met someone from that era, she didn’t know what to expect from him.  

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Hopper raised an eyebrow at the strange man. Well, he sure looked like he belonged in a carnival.

"Hi there, bird. I'm looking to take a powder. This joint gives me the heebie jeebies. Although I've been told I can't leave, is that so?" As he spoke, he surveyed the older man, looking for signs of trouble. If this really was hell, he had to be careful.

After much fruitless wandering, Hopper finally stumbled across the ticket booth and its gate.

About time! Finally, someone who’s got the lowdown.

Hopper stepped up to the booth and knocked on the front panel repeatedly. “Hey, anybody here can point a bunny in the right direction?” he called.

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“Yes, yes. Just a moment!” the Ticket Keeper called upon hearing the knocking. He peered out from his booth, and found an impatient-looking new arrival. They were always so impatient, their first day or two—when it hadn’t yet sunk in that they were here for eternity, and had no need to hurry from place to place.

“Good evening, young man,” he said with a smile. “I’m sure I can be of help, but what direction to point you in depends on what you aim to see.”

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(alrighty I'm gonna grab some cookie dough and attend to some matters elsewhere but I promise replies to all before I go to bed.)

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a-little-fly replied to your post: a-little-fly replied to your post: (ahah I just...

[[Yeah, could be fun. And I could, idk, actually do something with that account since I created it, haha.]]

(aces, I'll pop in. poor keeps doesn't get much love.)

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Magdalene Dalimar. Call me Mag.

Halloo, Mag! Been in the carnival long?

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[[It probably wouldn’t result in ass-beatings, but he could always run into the Ticket Keeper…]]

(ooh true, true. I feel there could be some interesting chemistry there)

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(ah, volunteering? Awesomesauce, thanks! Would you like to start, or shall I?)

(ahah I just realized in all his slacking off, Hopper hasn’t gotten his ass beat yet. He def. needs a carny encounter, but I dunno who to start up with. Any suggestions/volunteers?)

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Hopper nodded in agreement. "Wouldn't be any fun if it weren't sinnin'. Though I don't recall any adventurevous that were too risky. Ah, to hell with it, if you'll pardon the pun. Don't suppose it really matters what happened. So what's the scoop, what do you do for fun, then?"

Hopper/Nicole

Nicole looked up at him, eyebrow raised in slight confusion. “I…have no idea what half of that meant,” she admitted, laughing. “But I think I get the idea. Y’know, maybe you and your risky behavior landed you here. After all, most anything that’s any real fun probably involves some kind of sin. ‘Specially if your idea of ‘fun’ is more dangerous than most people’s.” She tried to shift the subject slightly away from Hopper’s friends; it didn’t seem very fun to her to dwell too much on people they left behind.

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(ahah I just realized in all his slacking off, Hopper hasn't gotten his ass beat yet. He def. needs a carny encounter, but I dunno who to start up with. Any suggestions/volunteers?)

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I just want to have a little chat. Maybe have a shot or two of mule, and maybe egg harbor.

Well, then, I'll be right over! Say now, you haven't told me your name yet, kitten. Mine's Lawrence Hopper, but since I left for the ol' university, no one's used my first name.

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As Hopper wandered through the carnival, he wondered what exactly his purpose there was. Throughout his stay, little bits and pieces had been coming back to him, and it only made him wonder more.

He sat himself on a stray box, and called to a nearby goat.

"Hey there, milquetoast. Wanna come give a pally some company?" 

As it approached, he held out a couple of his peanuts. The goat took them hesitantly, and skittered backwards. Sighing, Hopper threw a few more on the ground, and stood up again. Nearby stood a darts game, and glad for something familiar, he danced over and began a game against himself. As the played, he sang;

"I've got the blues, I feel so lonely. I'd give the world if I could only make you understand; it truly would be grand..."

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a-little-fly replied to your post: a-little-fly replied to your post: a-little-fly...

[[tbh I very rarely know what’s going to happen in a thread, haha. And yeah, you can go ahead and start.]]

(alright, I'll fly by my coattails then :3 be just a few)

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Do you think you can help a broad out? How about you come over to my tent for some booshwash? I'll play us some Moonlight Serenade.

Well, butter my buns and call me a biscuit! That sounds like the mezz. What'cha need helpski with, doll?