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Going to and amusement part wasn’t exactly Roman’s idea of a good time-- he hated crowds, little ones who got underfoot, and he simply thought there were better things to do with his time (like brooding) -- and yet, here he was. At least he was in the company of one of the few nightmares he actually enjoyed being around...not that he would tell Hettie that. He was too cool for mushy things like feelings or whatever. Roman could feel himself starting to get a little restless as they wandered the ground of the park, a thrum of energy sitting just beneath his skin. He could have sworn that he could feel nervous energy radiating from his companion as she walked beside him in her spider form. Before he knew what he was doing, the bat boy was trying to reassure her that no one was paying attention to them. “Relax Webster,” he said, tugging his jacket more tightly around him so that his popped collar would hide the flush that began to creep across his dark cheeks. “There’s definitely

River had discovered carnival games and upon seeing the potential prizes for defeating said carnival games he knew immediately that he could not rest until he had won as many as he could feasibly carry. His first few attempts proved to be rather fruitless. Apparently it was cheating to use his eel whiskers to ‘toss’ balls into the big prize winning cups. River found that to be utterly ridiculous and had slunk off despondently after the game keeper snatched his large eel-san prize away from him with a disapproving glare. It wasn’t his fault that it wasn’t clearly defined in the rules (he couldn’t read). As he stalked the amusement park grounds for another way to get him his coveted eel-san game prizes, he found himself in the company of a nice stygian with a brilliantly blue mane that endeered him to them immediately. After all, he had made a new (!!!) friend-- Madaline, Madagascar...Montague, Madness? -- with a name that started with an M but the rest of the name...River failed to

Mystery had come prepared. In the bag strung across her shoulder was a collection of paints and brushes. It was so full that it weighed on her to the point she was constantly adjusting which shoulder the strap rested on and she kept shifting the bag itself around as it bounced against her hip. The heaviness had her bouncing on her heels in anticipation, the white-haired nightmare eager to take her spot on the colosseum's challenge floor and see who stepped up to ‘face’ her. She was going to need a good massage after this, if the ache in her shoulder was telling her anything. Mystery hoped that she would be able to convince Andrew to give her one, but she’d worry about that after because it was finally her turn and she sprang forward, steps far lighter than the contents of her bag should have allowed. Once in center Mystery broke into a bright grin, tugging the strap off her shoulder and over her head so she could drop her goods on the ground. Her bag landed with a thud and a