#bdrpspringfestival

[kiki-takesthesky-blog]

Twenty-Five Laughs || OPEN

She was running around trying to collect one of each laugh. 

There were chuckles, giggles, grins, howling/roaring/shrieking/screaming laughs. There were snickers, snorts, whoops, chortles, crows, guffaws. There were bursting laughs, split-in-the-side-laughs, titters, sniggles, and tee-hees. Also, hee-haws. Not to mention text-laughs: LOLs, LMAOs, ROFLs, xD, and xP. 

And the rarest, most archaic laugh: the cachinnate. 

She’d gotten a lot of snorts and grins and snickers and guffaws. Those teemed. But she needed tee-hees and hee-haws, and she had no idea where she would find a cachinnate. No one even cachinnated anymore. It was probably a practical joke Howl was playing on her to drive her crazy. 

Then she heard what she thought might be a chortle. “Wait!” she exclaimed and rushed toward it, but it was already over. “Aw, no can you--can you repeat that?” she asked.

[rajah-patel-blog]

Lighthearted bonding || Claw and Order

It was Raj’s second week in Swynlake, most of which he’d spent writing parking and littering tickets. For such a pretty town with so many old people, the population truly was prone to missing the rubbish bin.

It was sort of torture, but he was taking it in stride, not at all restless (though he had been caught twice playing his own personal game of finger football on his desk). But this was why he was over the moon to patrol the festival. He was basically bouncing out of his skin, ready to spend a day among something a little more exciting. 

“Aw, a ferris wheel!” he exclaimed when they arrived on the scene, early in the morning when the dew was still glinting on the grass and decorations were still getting put up. “Wicked!” He glanced at Copper and then tried to wipe the smile from his face but--no luck there. 

[swynlakes-fairygodmother-blog]

Aesthetically Pleasing ~*~ [Open] [Spring Festival]

“So, do you think this should go here--or over there?”

[copperrussell-blog]

Making Rounds -- [Open] [Spring Festival]

Copper had been wandering the grounds, big crowds like this and there was always bound to be a few ruffians trying to get away with one thing or another. Sure enough as his eyes scanned the crowd, he spotted someone looking a bit suspicious.

“Oi, what do you think you’re doing?” he asked as he approached.

[sillypeanutdetective-blog]

In the cards || open

“Well? Are you going to sit down? Do you want your fortune told or not?” 

[king-ofclowns-blog]

Sleight of hand || OPEN

Clopin was on the way to the middle of the field for his scheduled magic show, and of course, he looked absolutely fabulous--eyeliner immaculately applied, making his dark pupils near cat-like and exotic, wearing his favorite coat, embroidered with gold trim and dazzling gold buttons that the children loved to try to pull at. He still had time before the show. 

Time enough for fun.

It was impulsive as every decision was for him. He leaned over the shoulder of a stranger he saw lingering in line for some sort of thing (he didn’t pay attention). 

“Have any change?” he quipped, then with his other hand, produced a coin from the stranger’s ear--a beautiful five-pound crown.