nexus_crossings | Coney Island Summer Fun Event

Today visitors to the Nexus will find a large amusement park has appeared, replacing the normal Plaza that is usually there. There are huge rides, such as the Cyclone, Wonder Wheel, and Thunderbolt.

There is also a A Splashing Flume Ride, an Adventure Area, and a large beach area that looks out to the Ocean.

Most of the smaller attractions are of the spinning variety (affectionately referred to in the industry as whirl-and-hurl or spin-and-puke rides) and others that are off-the-shelf models. There is definitely enough rides to attract those who enjoy High Trill, Moderate Thrill, or want a more Mild Thrill. If there is a ride that you can imagine... it is here. For those who want an uplifting experience that leaves you floating in the clouds, and enjoy the entire sights and sounds of the amusement park, be sure to get on the Brooklyn Flyer.

There is also plenty of fair games. One can show off at the Extreme Strength booth, or try to win stuffed animals from the carnival games. There is a dunk tank booth, where a gullible person might be convinced to sit in the target seat, and taunt their friends to take their best shot. There is also a Kissing Booth, which has attractive hosts and hostesses (and yes, this is another place a person can sit to collect their own kisses).

The amusement shops are designed to convince visitors to purchase souvenirs of their stay, or special merchandise (that is only available here!).

What is your favorite summertime indulgence? Funnel cakes, icy cold lemonade, cotton candy or gourmet fries? How about all of them? Half Moon Food Court has all these summertime boardwalk favorites. Or check out Coney's Cones for 12 rotating flavors of artisanal gelato, handcrafted and using the most state-of-the-art techniques by world-renowned experts.

A few of the booths in Food Alley are designed as contests... a way for those who want to test their stomachs to determine if they can eat the most Hot Dogs, or Pies, or Cookies. There is a few drinking contest booths too, with shots lined up along the table tops.

There is live entertainment throughout the park, with musicians, 'Carnival Freaks', and other amusement park attendees who aim to gather attention. Where do you go first?

[OOC note: This is a Party-Style Summer Fun Event. Muses can enjoy the sights and sounds of the Coney Island Fair. Be sure to post around and interact with other characters. Please be respectful to other RPers and ask before muse dropping on any other character]

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It is a fair bet that Forrest would Not gravitate to a kissing booth deliberately, but the fact is that he was not expecting a damn carnival and as such he is very lost. At least he did run into one familiar face, already.

He does not immediately recognize the next familiar face, sitting inside a booth and wearing lipstick. She is likely to recognize him first, as he is standing close by looking around in a slightly disgruntled and bewildered fashion.

Harley does recognize him, and slides out of her chair, to come up beside him. She hovers by his side, respecting his space by not reaching out to touch him.

"Hi Forrest." She grins brightly at him. "Did you know you were next in line?"

At the sound of the name he turns, and looks mildly surprised, but this does not diminish the slightly disgruntled and lost look. "Line forwhat?" That's a definite no.

He does not seem particularly bothered by her presence, because he grew up with rowdy brothers and in a rural area, and she lives with Cricket, so his worries about personal space with her are not strong. On the other hand she is a pretty lady, and he always feels out of his depth with those.

"Kissing booth." Harley grins at him. "The money goes to a good cause. And I would be glad to plant one on ya, if you are willing."

"O-oh." Forrest is by and large a very stolid, gruff man, and he moves through the world with an air of confidence. Even here, where he's lost, he still has an air about him of somebody who can defend themselves and is simply trying to will the environment around him into making more sense.

There is one very particular area in which Forrest utterly flounders though, and Harley has just hit on it. His ears and neck rapidly redden, and he suddenly seems to shrink a little and look as awkward as a teenager. "Umn. Hm. Oh. 'fit's... f'ra good cause..."

Forrest... welcome to Harley's lack of personal space. Because she places her arms around his neck, when he starts to flounder.

"On the cheek? Or the lips?"

Well that doesn't help with the being flustered. His chin tucks down nearly to his chest, which potentially helps her hang on anyway, although it's just a gesture of embarrassment. He's not unusually tall, but he has a thick neck and broad shoulders.

One scarred hand lifts, and he taps his cheek, as if he's too sheepish to say it out loud. Maybe he is.

Harley lifts up on her tiptoes, and places a soft kiss on his cheek. "You are going to have a nice bright red lip mark on you."

Surely she didn't think that comment would help with the embarrassment? Or perhaps she's warning him so he can wash it off before he goes back home? Because that would be sure to get him a ribbing from Howard.

"Howmuch?" He croaks out, because she did say it was for charity and he'll be damned if she doesn't take his donation.

It was more to warn him so he could wash it off. Harley liked Forrest, she wouldn't want to embarrass him too much.

"Five dollars for the cheek. It is a ten for the lips..." Harley smiles.

Forrest blanches a little, because Harley truly doesn't know what she's asking. Five dollars in his own world and time is quite possibly his budget for the Waystation's food supplies for a month. Compared to her own world, it would be worth slightly less than a hundred dollars, and to somebody already a little tightfisted this is more than a little startling.

"You... umm..." He blinks, and fleetingly does think at least that's helping tame the blushing, now. "Might... haveta go home 'n back for that much."

Maybe he just won't buy any more carnival food.

"Oh honey... we do barter now and then. Give me a counter offer." Harley grins at him. "I can be very reasonable."

"Could pay some at a time?" He frowns and scratches his ear. "Don't wanta short you, but... 's a lot, where'm from."

At that he does pull out his billfold, which looks like it is made from more cardboard and glue than leather, and some coin change. "Gotta dollar sixteen." His expression is just a little sorrowful, because his visions of carnival food are crumpling under this. "Guess I don't need anything else, here."

It is just possible that he is playing up his disappointment slightly. Deliberately.

"Ohhh Forrest...." Harley gives him her very best puppy dog eyes at that pitiful billfold. And she places both her hands around his neck again.

"I am collecting for the Eirleos. The new Nexus volunteer group. And I know that they would gladly accept a helping hand, even more than money."

"So tell you what... you agree to provide some muscle when they might need help building something and we will call it even."

Her eyes twinkle. Because Harley can play her own games too. "In fact, why don't we make sure you get the whole bang for your contribution?"

And she leans up and softly kisses him. On his lips.

Forrest is not quite as good at manual labor as he was a year ago, before he was in a shootout, but he'd like to think that he's still capable enough. If being muscle fails, maybe he can end up doing the catering for those who are. Either way, he'll be useful and it's an excellent idea on Harley's part.

Plus, this means he still has money to buy more carnival food.

He has just about realized this, when there are soft lips on his, and the blush is abruptly back in force. Is he supposed to kiss back? Is he supposed to remain still? Fortunately it's over before he can figure it out, although his mouth may follow hers just a little as she pulls away, instinctively. His face is red. "Umnn. Tnks." Its a sheepish mumble, but he's smiling, just a little, dazed.

"I am glad you stopped by Forrest." Harley means it. "You go have some more fun. I hope to see you again, some time."

He nods a little, and for a moment Forrest doesn't trust himself to actually speak. When he does, it comes out as nothing more than a croaky, "Yes'm."

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