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capeandcowllogs2010-01-23 12:11 pm
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Who: OPEN TO ALL
What: Avengers/Police First Annual Carnivaland Shenanigans
Where: Central Park
When: Saturday and Sunday
Warning: TBD
Summary: here
Format: Para to start and then quicklog -- tag yourselves in!
Staying awake for nearly 48 hours was nothing new to Janet. She had been a graduate student, once, not too long ago, and there was a time right before her dissertations were due that she stayed awake for nearly five days on nothing but coffee grinds and a prayer. Everyone had just finished setting up for the carnival-- food stands, a stage, everything colorfully decorated, and some reporters hanging around-- and Jan, in all of her OCD glory was triple checking every piece of wood, nail, and screw.
It wasn't terribly large but there were a fair number of booths and people who couldn't wait to dunk, watch eat pie, or kiss some of their city's finest. Janet was pretty sure that every old lady in the city would give their meds and cane to have a chance to kiss Tony Stark.
Tiredness was starting to hit her but it was overwhelmed by anxiety. If anything went wrong, it was going to be completely on her. So far, so good but she didn't want to jinx it.
Jan took a sip of her eighteenth cup of coffee and said a little prayer to any deity listening.
What: Avengers/Police First Annual Carnival
Where: Central Park
When: Saturday and Sunday
Warning: TBD
Summary: here
Format: Para to start and then quicklog -- tag yourselves in!
Staying awake for nearly 48 hours was nothing new to Janet. She had been a graduate student, once, not too long ago, and there was a time right before her dissertations were due that she stayed awake for nearly five days on nothing but coffee grinds and a prayer. Everyone had just finished setting up for the carnival-- food stands, a stage, everything colorfully decorated, and some reporters hanging around-- and Jan, in all of her OCD glory was triple checking every piece of wood, nail, and screw.
It wasn't terribly large but there were a fair number of booths and people who couldn't wait to dunk, watch eat pie, or kiss some of their city's finest. Janet was pretty sure that every old lady in the city would give their meds and cane to have a chance to kiss Tony Stark.
Tiredness was starting to hit her but it was overwhelmed by anxiety. If anything went wrong, it was going to be completely on her. So far, so good but she didn't want to jinx it.
Jan took a sip of her eighteenth cup of coffee and said a little prayer to any deity listening.
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Nobody said that.
[Women are such drama queens.]
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But if the pies aren't good...
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Nobody said that neither. That's what you get for eavesdroppin'.
/busts back in here
[Jono says quickly; the girl looks on the verge of tears for whatever reason and such things make him panicky.]
And Monet's not my girl, by the way. She's my friend, is all.
[It needs clarification.]
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Sure, pal, sure.
[Someone is doth protesting too much...]
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[This is very important to make clear, for some reason.]
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[But he doesn't believe you.]
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[If Monet gets wind of this she will never let it go.]
Carnage was 'ported back in last night; can't be too careful. I'll leave you to it.
[Nods towards the pies. Have fun, Pete.]