All Skate - The State Fair

[princeinexile]

Patrons may be bewildered when they arrive in the bar today, and immediately have to wade through a ballpit. Zuko was, that's for damn sure. He's never even experienced a ball pit. It's hip deep, full of hollow, plastic balls in a variety of bright colors made to entertain children (and adults.)  It's going to be one of THOSE days in the bar, he can feel it.


The wait rats are doing their best, scurrying along the top with drinks and dishes, but you know, if you really want to eat drink and be merry, outside is the place to be, and that's where Zuko was going anyway.

On the way to the forge, Zuko passes:

• Food stalls selling everything from turkey legs to fried Snickers bars.
• A barn with country music playing for an old fashioned barn dance. (Square Dancing is not required, thank you.)
• A petting zoo with goats and other farm animals who are remarkably chill about everything and want to be fed and given love. Does that goat have pool noodles on his horns? He does. He's very fiesty. There's also very chill ponies waiting to be brushed and maybe even give a ride to a small child.
• A pavilion kept cold with butter sculpture from a buttery Elvis to the near-ubiquitous presence of a State Fair Butter Cow. (The cow may moo at you. Elvis will not.)
• Carnival games with prizes like stuffed bears, funny hats, and other toys. Toss some rings! Shoot a target! Throw darts!
• A Ferris wheel and merry go round have been set up closer to the beach, where there's plenty of places to relax away from the noise and bustle with fruity drinks if that's one desire.

Zuko goes to one of the food stalls, finding red-hot fireflakes, and happily goes to sit on one of the benches and people watch, content with his insanely spicy treat and the autumn sunshine. Maybe he'll go pet a goat. He's never seen a goat that's... just a goat before. 





Welcome to your Anti-Doomscrolling Milliways All-Skate!

All welcome - yes, that means all. Whether they're retired, deleted, AU, original or already being played by someone else, bring 'em along.

Usual all-skate rules apply:
1. Everyone's stressed out of their mind right now, so have fun!
2. Communication is key.
3. Gratuitous behaviour (either of a violent or sexual nature) will not be tolerated in the bar proper. Take that to an OOM, and then Content Warning the hell out of it before you link it.
4. Much like Vegas, what happens in All Skates, stays in All Skates.
5. Please don't be a dick.

As always, no need to stick to the fair locations.

Spreadsheet

[hat_and_dimples]

Sometimes, when life is terribly busy and hectic and everything is full of rage and panic, what you need to do is leave reality for a moment and work on a spreadsheet.

That's what Jin Guangyao is doing at the moment.

He slipped in through the door, behind which there was much more white than usual, brushing some light flakes of ash from his robes and carrying a long scroll under his arm. Sighing with relief at finding himself here, he took over a table big enough for six or eight patrons having dinner together, and spread his sheet of paper on it.

Now he is sitting at it, with a fresh ink stick, some fine brushes, and a pot of his favourite Clouds & Mist tea, and stares at the sheet. Sometimes, he takes hold of his right sleeve with his left hand and then carefully brushes a character into one of the little squares on it, or tallies a column with a charcoal stick.

He doesn't smile, but is botherable.



tinytag: jin guangyao

(no subject)

[blue_meanie]

The front door slams open on an explosion in the form of two women: one blue-skinned, one green-skinned, but each apparently doing their level best to kill the other. First through is Nebula, flung backwards under the force of the other woman's attack; she flips her sister off her, further into the bar, and springs into a fighting stance, drawing her batons.

Gamora is the first to realise where she is, and the only one to recognise the bar. She stands up straight and lowers her hands, her fighting stance dissolving into an alert, upright posture.

“Nebula, stop!”

Her sister's plea falls on deaf ears: Nebula's focus is solely on their battle, and she hurls herself at Gamora, batons out and charged.



[OOC: Millitimed to before Halloween plot! Please feel free to have your pups react, but Security has already been arranged. If you'd like to have your pup actually get in the way of their fight, you're totally welcome to do so, but please PM Debi or Bethan, preferably on Discord, first.]

tinytags: gamora, nebula