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EVENT 03; CARDINAL CARNIVAL & FUN FAIR

Get ready to make the most of what's left of summertime in Cardinal Hill! This year's festivities are larger, grander, and more exciting than ever before. Welcome to the Cardinal Carnival & Fun Fair, a two-week extravaganza for residents of all ages! Every day for the next two weeks, residents are invited to bask in the sunshine and immerse themselves in an unforgettable celebration of community, joy, and summertime wonder. Whether you're young or just young at heart, there’s something here to make your spirit soar. From the moment you step onto the show grounds, you'll be swept up in an atmosphere of excitement and anticipation. The air is thick with the scent of sweet treats and sun-warmed grass, while laughter and music drift from every direction. Around each corner lies something new, something unexpected, something you'll be talking about long after summer fades. Expect morning thrills on carnival rides, lazy afternoons filled with games, and nights that come alive with colour, sound, and light. This isn’t just an event, it’s a season wrapped into two magical weeks, designed to bring neighbours together, ignite imaginations, and stir up that nostalgic spark we all carry for summers past. So bring your friends, bring your family, or just bring your sense of adventure. Rediscover the thrill of long summer days and warm evening skies. Come for the fun, stay for the wonder, and leave with a heart full of memories. Find more information under the cut!

It had been a couple of days since the... incident at the TRIBUTE BALL. Although it had been replaying on a loop in Prue's mind ever since ( the sound of blade piercing soft skin, the gurgle of a dying man's throat, blood pooling quick and fast and sticky and wet ), so far, she hadn't been arrested – which she took as a good sign. She imagined if the Capitol knew about her and Danya's involvement in the little stunt, they'd both already have been made to disappear – executed or worse. She knew she should feel relieved about the fact that she was still healthy and breathing, but there was a lingering tension about her – baited breath as she waited for the other shoe to drop, if it ever did.

Instead of dwelling ( okay, she'd multitasked ), she had thrown herself into preparations for the interviews. Though her tributes weren't exactly particularly grateful for the work she'd put in, Prue thought she'd done a fairly decent job – especially considering she was a novice, and one whose entire role as a stylist was a lie, at that. Although her job is as good as over at this point, she still lingers backstage – peeking around the curtain to watch Theon's interview. She couldn't help but feel a pang of pity for the poor kid as she watched him onstage – she couldn't claim to know Caius particularly well, but she doubted he would be sticking his neck out to save his nephew when push came to shove.

      ------HIS HANDS WERE antsy. places like this gave him the oddest sense of crushing darkness, despite the lights being clearly on, dimmed. it was the people, how many of them were packed together like sardines talking and galivanting and otherwise pretending everything in the world was alright. it took five minutes for redd to lift more than fifty bucks from a combined two people, wallets replaced in pockets with their owners none-the-wiser. he was skilled at surveying who was an easy mark, who wasn’t ... and she? was not an easy mark.

      still, he stood beside her, pushed toward a table where glasses were being poured - he imagined they would switch from whatever they were serving to champagne once it drew closer to midnight. but for now ... for now he lifted one of the glasses from the table and offered it to his companion-by-circumstance as if they were old friends. as if he knew her. as if he’d always known her. perhaps she made him feel guilty, just her presence. he swallowed the feeling down in lieu of false comradery.

      “ in a room full of people chatting and dancing you’re stuffed off to the side like a forgotten scarf. by choice or? ”

The tables around Rory buzzed with chatter as overenthusiastic upperclassman handed flyers to wide-eyed freshman. She was feeling a little wide-eyed herself, trying to take in all of the chaos, and to decide which spots she wanted to stop at. Even with everything that had happened since Lux’s funeral, part of her was excited about this. It felt like there were so many opportunities laying before her- new friends, new clubs, and all of the college things she’d dreamed about back in high school. Sure, it wasn’t at her first choice university anymore, but that couldn’t dampen her enthusiasm. 

Rory turned as she walked in an attempt to take it all in at once, but when she twirled back to face forwards she was nearly barreling into someone. It was close, but she just managed to catch herself and attempt a smooth recovery. “Oops, sorry,” she smiled at them brightly. “I was trying to look at everything, but I guess I should pick one thing at a time. “You got a pitch for me? Or are you along for the ride too?”

∘₊✧── SHRIKE HEIGHTS EVENT; FALL FESTIVAL

celebrate the peak of fall in shrike heights at our annual festival !

celebrate the harvest of the season at our annual two-week long fall festival ! from the founding of our town, we have annually celebrated the harvest by sharing food and wine with our neighbours. here at the fall festival, there are a multitude of different stalls, some on rotation, including food - such as baked goods and hearty meals, wine, fresh fruit and vegetables, and a multitude of other stalls with miscellaneous hand-made creations by the townspeople. there are multiple seating and picnic areas complete with blankets, seating and ambient lighting, perfect for a glass of wine or a sweet piece of pumpkin pie ! if you have something to provide, you're more than welcome to rent a stall and sell your goods and services to your fellow towns-folk !

along with the food, celebrate the season with your friends by participating in our fall games, such as ring toss, pumpkin tic-tac-toe, bobbing for apples, and more ! go on one of our evening hay rides, weave your own basket, or carve your very own jack-o-lantern ! there's lots of fun for people of all ages. feel free to get the weekly schedule for the stall rotations at the information booth ( where you can also purchase tickets for our halloween spooktacular  event), or come down to the commune at any point in the day if you prefer to be surprised ! either way, you won't be disappointed.

time: DAWN - LATE, DAILY date: 10/15/1987 - 10/29/1987 location: SHRIKE HEIGHTS COMMUNE 

AJ glanced around the ballroom, everyone seemed to have already coupled up.  Honestly, it was what he got for showing up to the mixer an hour late, but the nap had been worth it, and he thought a bunch of doctors who weren’t on call would be interested in living the night up a bit.  He took another sip of his scotch and spotted a blonde across the way.  Perfect.  AJ gave her the once over before striding across towards the cocktail table where she was standing.  

“Good evening.  AJ Murphy.  General.  Seattle Grace,” he said before extending a hand to her.  He noticed her glass empty.  “Can I get you another?”