#bearcreekevent05

"Listen, I'm not trying to be judgmental, but are people really going to the bingo tent, of all places?" Dom pondered aloud, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion as he eyed the tent from afar with a drink in his hand he was sipping on. "It's a carnival. Who the hell is coming to a carnival to sit on their ass and play bingo? Like, I'm sorry, but I really need someone to justify it as even an option to me," he expressed, shaking his his head with bewilderment.

Kurt ran a hand through his hair, a soft sigh escaping his lips as he scanned the crowd of people at the Carnival. Typically in events like this he would help his father at the garage, but Burt was having none of that this time. He'd firmly told Kurt to go enjoy the festivities; he was not allowed into the shop for the day. Kurt had grown a bit more antisocial since coming home than he had been in New York; primarily because he still had memories from high school rattling around in his head. Memories where he'd rarely had a good time at town events because of the bullies that somehow always seemed to find him. But his father was right. Times had changed in Bearcreek. People had changed and were more accepting now than they ever had been before; if anything proved that it was how supportive everyone seemed to be of his theatre career. In high school, he'd been bullied mercilessly (prior to the Cheerios at least) because of his love of musical theatre, fashion, and glee club. Now, though, he wasn't alone anymore. Granted he hadn't been alone in high school, but it had felt that way sometimes. Bearcreek had definitely changed for the better. Carrying a massive piece of pizza from the Fire Department's booth, he made his way through the crowd as he watched people walking around. Everyone looked so happy that he couldn't help but smile himself. Taking a bit of his pizza, he turned around to go get himself something to drink before running straight into someone behind him. Stumbling back a few steps, he quickly reached out with his free hand to steady the other person while also steadying himself a bit. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" he said with a concerned expression. "Are you okay? I'm usually more coordinated than that."

Charlie slowly made her way through the carnival, her eyes darting between the colorful game booths and rides. She watched a group of kids laugh as they ran from the ring toss to the balloon darts, but her gaze kept drifting to the Tilt-a-Whirl, a skeptical frown etched on her face. "Okay, but like, is this safe?" she questioned, not fully convinced by the sway of the machine as it spun around and around at high speeds. “I’ve just seen way too many videos of these things going wrong, I'm not sure if I trust it."

This is Felicity's first carnival since her move to Bearcreek a little under a year ago. It's not her first visit to a carnival ever, as she's been to many throughout the years. Only her first with the city she'd grown to love since her little red bug rolled into the city. Felicity entered the carnival area, and her senses took in the excitement. She immediately noticed a sweet scent and gravitated towards a large truck with the words funnel cakes and corn dogs. As soon as she could, Felicity snagged a corndog, paid the guy in the window, and ventured away with her culinary prize.

The annual Bearcreek carnival was definitely one of Daria's favorite events that the town put on. For one, the carnival company that they usually hired to bring in the games and rides also had their own food trucks, so she never felt compelled to have anything for her cafe there. Sure, there were a few booths that were exceptions and not part of the carnies, but at least she knew there were enough sweet treats around, she didn't need to bring her whole bakery with her. She actually got to walk around and enjoy the night, treat herself. This year she'd even felt particularly adventurous and bought tickets for the rides. Standing over next to the ferris wheel, in all it's rickety glory, she looked up at the cars, just swaying with people laughing and having a good time. "You know, normally this thing scares the shit out of me, but I might have to give it a try this year. You wanna be my ride buddy?" She asked the person next to her.

"You don't wanna sit there." The words came as a quick warning as he saw the other person moving to sit down at the picnic table close to his own that he was currently using to sit at while he chowed down on the pizza from the fire department's booth. "I mean, if you really want to, you totally can," he added, laughing slightly and scratching the back of his neck. "But I was there before and, uh... The Zipper's right there and everybody that can't, uh... keep their lunch down is running right to the trash can next to it. So, just... yeah, fair warning."

Once Matt heard about the annual event, he looked forward to manning the pizza booth. Slice after slice was passed out to the community, and Matt felt a sense of pride for his station and the city of Bearcreek. Since moving from his hometown of Lima, Matt never thought he'd wind up in another small town, but this place is nothing like that cowtown in Ohio. After passing out another cheesy slice of pepperoni pizza, Matt said he would take a break and return as he wanted to explore. There's music, laughter, and screams from the nearby thrill rides. As he stood beside the bustling booth, the tantalizing aroma of hot pizza wafted over to him; Matt took it all in and laughed to himself. The shift from New York insanity to this was night and day.