[Weird, creepy, low-light carnival town? Thanks, Tim hates it. While he trusts himself to stay out of trouble and handle any that comes looking for him, he's not so sure about the rest of his shipmates. It probably wouldn't hurt to get out and keep an eye on things, right?
Eye-keeping is all about blending in, and Tim finds himself blending into the carnival midway - the ring toss booth, specifically. Should be easy enough, if the game's not fixed. He smiles amicably at the booth attendant and sets the first ring sailing, laughing when he misses - on purpose. No sense in attracting suspicion by being too good at the game.]
[In fairness, Suzaku hadn't known exactly what to expect from his first alien planet, but he's pretty sure of all the things he could have imagined, this...wouldn't have been it. At all. For one, everyone here looks human, mostly, although he does harbor some doubts about the clowns. And for another, this carnival is--well, decidedly festive, all things considered, even if it is way too dark. Maybe he's just sentimental. Maybe it's just reminding him of the last time he was at a festival like this.
The games aren't all that different, honestly, even if they're manned by actual workers instead of students; they look familiar enough that he grasps the concept of most of them pretty quickly. Games of chance, guessing games, games of accuracy and skill. It's one of the latter he finds himself at, white and gold uniform actually blending into the crowd pretty well as he launches a ball at a stack of precariously balanced bottles. It's all in the wrist, someone at the stall next to him says, and he doesn't disagree as the bottles all come clattering down. Suzaku offers the game runner a slightly crooked smile.]
Must be beginner's luck. It's my first time playing.
[Not entirely a lie, but not exactly the truth, either, as he lifts a hand to his head, rubbing at his hair almost sheepishly.]
[they’ve only spoken once, but tim recognizes suzaku’s voice in the booth next to him, because of course he would remember details like that. he’s a trained detective, after all. he finishes tossing his handful of rings, landing just enough to win a small prize - a pair of crack-to-activate glowing plastic bracelets - then wanders over to watch whatever suzaku’s doing next.]
[Suzaku throws his last ball, this one (maybe deliberately) a little
left of center. Only half of the last tower falls, but he still wins a
prize, and the barker calls out at the same time as that other, faintly
familiar voice. Suzaku glances over, and the face isn't familiar, but the
words make it pretty easy to put together. He's only talked to one person
from Navi, after all, and that alone is enough for him to offer a small
smile, a little rusty but genuine enough.]
Yeah. Suzaku. You're--Tim, right? Nice to finally meet you.
Yeah, that’s me. [the smile on tim’s face widens, and he extends a hand for suzaku to shake, if so inclined.] Nice to meet you, too. Always helpful to put a face with the name. How are you faring with the game over here?
[Suzaku has no problem taking that hand, his grip firm but polite.
This isn't a contest, it's meeting an ally. As he withdraws his hand, the
barker offers him a stuffed creature that looks like a bat and a lobster
had an astonishingly cute baby.]
Guess I did okay. Just lucky, I'm sure. It's been a long time since I
played any games like this. How about you?
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Eye-keeping is all about blending in, and Tim finds himself blending into the carnival midway - the ring toss booth, specifically. Should be easy enough, if the game's not fixed. He smiles amicably at the booth attendant and sets the first ring sailing, laughing when he misses - on purpose. No sense in attracting suspicion by being too good at the game.]
You said it's all in the wrist, right?
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The games aren't all that different, honestly, even if they're manned by actual workers instead of students; they look familiar enough that he grasps the concept of most of them pretty quickly. Games of chance, guessing games, games of accuracy and skill. It's one of the latter he finds himself at, white and gold uniform actually blending into the crowd pretty well as he launches a ball at a stack of precariously balanced bottles. It's all in the wrist, someone at the stall next to him says, and he doesn't disagree as the bottles all come clattering down. Suzaku offers the game runner a slightly crooked smile.]
Must be beginner's luck. It's my first time playing.
[Not entirely a lie, but not exactly the truth, either, as he lifts a hand to his head, rubbing at his hair almost sheepishly.]
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You’re from Sparrow, right?
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[Suzaku throws his last ball, this one (maybe deliberately) a little left of center. Only half of the last tower falls, but he still wins a prize, and the barker calls out at the same time as that other, faintly familiar voice. Suzaku glances over, and the face isn't familiar, but the words make it pretty easy to put together. He's only talked to one person from Navi, after all, and that alone is enough for him to offer a small smile, a little rusty but genuine enough.]
Yeah. Suzaku. You're--Tim, right? Nice to finally meet you.
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Yeah, you too.
[Suzaku has no problem taking that hand, his grip firm but polite. This isn't a contest, it's meeting an ally. As he withdraws his hand, the barker offers him a stuffed creature that looks like a bat and a lobster had an astonishingly cute baby.]
Guess I did okay. Just lucky, I'm sure. It's been a long time since I played any games like this. How about you?