Smoke Cloud Sky Lift

[Wyvern]

Wyvern knots the last end of loose string using a claw and laces it around what appears to be the horn of a sleeping volcano dragon. The cheap string still looked like cheap string, even under the wave of Sweetcherrie's exotic "Middle-Eastern Magma" illusions, but the rickety seats attached to the line took the shape of billowing clouds of smoke. Wyvern cackles and rubs his claws together, then races back to his patterned ticketing tent (or old blanket on a stick, if you wanna be accurate about the material behind illusions).

 

"Ferrang, start yer pulling!" Wyvern darts behind the table at his booth and arranges the ugly hats that rest there on display. "Grax, get up here and hold the tickets in yer mouth. C'mon, I ain't payin' you those leftover fishbones for nothing!"

 

A lizard man dressed in a faux suit of chain mail begins pulling on the string from a far corner of the Conservatory, causing the a line of seat-clouds to move forward in a linear fashion. A midget troglyodyte hobbles over to Wyvern's booth as the seat-clouds begin moving along, and snatches a long line of tickets in his mouth before positioning himself in front of Wyvern's tent like a statue.

 

Wyvern grins as he eyes the elements of his new ride coming together, then hangs a large piece of cardboard in front of his tent.

 

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Wyvern presents... The Summer Carnival Smoke Cloud Sky Lift!

Take a ride on your very own smoke cloud!*

Perfect view of what the rest of the Carnival looks like from a dazzling** height.

First four people to ride get an Almost Dragonic Brand Turbumbrella™ for those dirty ash rains, free!***

10 earned geld for participating.

 

*(almostdragonicinc.doesnotadvocatetheridingofotherpersonalgaseousclouds)

**(dazzlingfromtheviewpointofatinyant)

***(plus5non-earnedgeldsalestax)

 

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On-lookers stare at the booth with suspicious glances. The design of the ride could hardly be called a "ski lift," let alone "Sky Lift" given the six feet above the ground that marked its pinnacle. Never the less, given the billowing nature of the seat-clouds and the shakey claw-handled string, perhaps that was for the better.

 

"Sssstep right up!" Wyvern adjusts the hideous Turbumbrella that rests on his head and waves a claw. "Most exciting ride since 'Almost Dragonic Brand Xtreem Surfing™'! Grab yer ticket straight outta Grax's mouth and get yer relatively free Turbumbrellas™ while suppliesss last! Perfect for far-sighted dragon spotting and cloudy unstable romance!"

 

OOC: Feel free to RP and take this thread in whatever direction you want. ;-) 10 earned geld for participating.

[Sweetcherrie]

Stoomp suddenly loses his interest for the sheep/pillow fight when he sees a new booth being set up. He lets go of the pillow he’s holding and without taking his eyes of the new booth, he starts waddling over to Wyvern’s Cloud Lift, a couple of pillows miss him with only an inch to spare, but Stoomp has his eyes on the almost dragon.

 

That guy seems to be everywhere, and Stoomp decides that he must either be very important, or have lots of twin brothers. He arrives at the booth and looks at the midget statue with the tickets and tilts his head. When he sees it’s actually breathing, the dwarf decides that he must be cold if he’s so stiff, and huggles him tightly.

 

The midget eeps and with fright of choking he lets go of the tickets. Stoomp catches them, and looks at the troglodyte.

 

“You wanna?”

 

The troglodyte steps back and holds its hand in front of him, “Nono, you can ave em. I insist, just no more hugging.”

 

From next to him Stoomp hears grumbling, and looks up. Wyvern has stepped up, and has heard the last sentence from the midget.

 

“You stupid, good for nothing, undersized, idiot!You’re not supposed to give those tickets away for free!”

 

The midget stumbles backwards, and then turns around to run for his dear life. Stoomp looks at the angry almost dragon, and understand that he’s not supposed to get the tickets for nothing. He sticks his chubby arm deep in his pocket, comes across teddy, and then finds what he is looking for. With the device in his hands he pulls his arm back from the bag, and presents it to Wyvern.

 

“Izza magic shoo.” He mumbles, and takes Wyvern’s claw, pressing something that looks mostly like a whistle with plush sticking on it, in the lizard’s palm.

 

“Now I go up?”

 

Wyvern looks at the whistle thing, wondering what the hell he should do with a ‘shoo’ and doesn’t notice how Stoomp puts his backpack back over his shoulders and wobbles off to the lift. The dwarf grabs hold tightly of teddy, and then sees Mynx hurrying by.

 

“Oooh, kitty!”

 

Before Mynx can react things all happen at once. The chair catches Stoomp’s bum, Stoomp catches Mynx’s waist with a huggin arm, and Mynx grabs hold of Wyvern to try and stay on the floor.

 

The lift creeks and moans, but then the three of them move along. Stoomp holds the kitty tight around her waist, so she won’t fall, and Wyvern can only hope that Mynx’s grip will be less firm as the lift moves faster, dragging the lizards tail over the floor.

 

OOC: let me know if this is ok for the both of you

Edited May 28, 2006 by Sweetcherrie

[Gyrfalcon]

Daryl stops and stares curiously at the strange assemblage going by - Stoomp sitting on a dirty grey cloud, smoke belching from a tube above him, while holding Mynx with one arm, and Mynx gripping Wyvern by his horns, causing the almost-dragon to flail wildly as he is dragged, his tail lashing back and forth wildly.

 

Daryl's eyes go wide with gleeful mischief as he bounds towards the slowly accelerating cloud and leaps high into the air... landing balanced on Wyvern's tail, digging his claws into Wyvern's scales to hold on. Wyvern's yelp of pain almost drowns out Stoomp's cry of "Puppy!"

 

Daryl just chuckles and balances on his back paws, his fore paws stretches out to either side as much as possible as he rides Wyvern's tail like a surfboard on a wave as the cloud picks up more speed.

 

Meanwhile, Stoomp was in a bind - he has a kitty and teddy, but he wants puppy too! But he'd have to put down kitty to get puppy... he blinks in confusion, wondering how to solve this problem.

 

Wyvern just continues to yelp as he's pulled along by his horns, flailing his tail to try to rid it of the stinging presence, causing Daryl to yip with glee as he clung close to the tail as he rolled upside down, and coming back up as Wyvern's flailing takes him upright once more.

 

"Yiiiiiiiiiiiiip!" he yelps, translating roughly to "Whaaaaaaaaahoooooooooo!"

[Ayshela]

Ayshela and Kaitlyn wander by just in time to see Darryl leap after Wyvern. While the "surfing" looks like fun, the fall would be - well, perhaps not less entertaining, but certainly less comfortable! With only a "Shall we?" to Kaitlyn, the two take a brief running start and make a spinning leap, somersaulting onto the cloud behind Stoomp. Stoomp is so distracted by the sight of the tumblers landing behind him that he turns to look, pulling Mynx - and Wyvern - and Darryl - all toward Ayshela and Kaitlyn's cloud. In a peal of giggles, Kaitlyn stretches as far over the edge of their cloud as she can reach, ready to catch Darryl if Wyvern manages to knock him loose. Ayshela, with a small laugh, sits behind Kaitlyn and grabs her ankles to make sure she doesn't fall.

 

And both hope the string doesn't break!

[Alaeha]

Sephora bounces along, looking at the booths. "Nope, sheep are for counting, not throwing... hey, a cloud!"

 

Taking in the chain of bodies hanging from Stoomp, the girl giggled. "Yay! Chainonacloud!" She backed up a couple steps, and took a running leap, bouncing off the lift (which began to make a not-very-reassuring black smoke cloud) onto Stoomp's cloud, where she joined the dwarf in huggling Mynx. "Heart kitty!"

[Sweetcherrie]

With his arms tightly around the kitty and Teddy, Stoomp noticed how the cloud was hanging lower and lower. His feet almost touched the ground, and then a little girl jumped over to huggle Mynx. With a giggle he let go of kitty and huggled Sephora instead.

 

Now poor Sephora was being held in Stoomp’s huggle, and all the others were dragging down half on the girl’s arms. And then it happened…

 

“Ooooooh! Birdie!!!”

 

As in slow motion his arms let go of all that he was holding. His feet touched the ground, and with a sideward move he escaped the tumble behind him. But Stoomp didn’t notice, all the happy dwarf saw was a biiiiig birdie walking by. He darted off and hugged Gryphon tight, burying his face in Gryph’s feathers.

 

“Soft!” Stoomp crooled.

 

Had he looked back he would’ve seen the funniest picture ever. Mynx, as any cat would, landed neatly, but Wyvern wasn’t as graceful. The almost dragon eeped and bounced, head first, on top of Mynx. Daryl got flung off of the lizards’s tail, and with his paws spread wide, flew through the air, and….

 

FLOP, flew straight into Ayshela’s face, and wrapped his paws around her head to hold on. Blinded by the fox Ayshela stumbled over, and sent Kaitlyn flying. The little girl cheered happily as she flew through the air.

 

“Weeeeh!” and landed softly on Gyrfalcon, knocking the air out of him and the two Newt pillows he had just picked up.

 

In the meantime the cloud was picking up height and speed again, but was now bucking like a raging bull. Sephora, who was unharmed on the cloud, was riding it like a rodeo cowboy, uttering excited squeaks.

Edited June 1, 2006 by Sweetcherrie

[Wyvern]

Wyvern lets out a long groan as he shifts the position of his head, his surroundings spinning in and out of focus. The overgrown lizard shuts his eyes and shakes his wings, clenching his teeth in an attempt to ignore the thought of his tail being stretched like a used piece of almost heroic knight chewing gum. The reptilian Elder goes cross-eyed for a moment, then rubs a claw across his horns as he finds that a flowery hillside has replaced the dark crags of rock that had onced characterized his cloudy booth. He raises a brow at the soft patch of orange and tan flowers beneath him, and contemplates their ressemblence to grass.... only to deduce fur. Wyvern promptly lifts his other claw from the region of Mynx's breasts and springs up straight, whistling to himself and stepping away from her figure just as the feline begins to awaken.

 

"Hmmm." Wyvern watches Kaitlyn do her best "Flying Lessons Minta" impression through the air, only to breath a sigh of relief as she lands on the escaping Grax. He glances at the line of string of his booth, still cheap thread under Ayshela's hill illusions, and frowns as he finds that it's been practically grounded and no longer seems to float.

 

"Dangitall, thissss'll never do!" Wyvern throws his arms in the air with a growl. "Ferrang, cease operationssss immediately, revert to pla-"

 

Wyvern freezes in place as he notices Sephora at the far end of the booth, still tackling the ride like a true cowboy. But the contraption bucking back and forth no longer took the ressemblence of a cloud. It now bore the illusion of a Cattle's cattle: the mighty bucking bronto.

 

"Ferrang, a switch in ordersss, keep pulling!" Wyvern races to his sign and scratches out "Smoke Cloud Sky Lift," replacing it with "Bucking Bronco Endurance Challenge." "Give'em the 'ol one-two pull!"

 

"Yes *gasp* sir." Ferrang continues to frantically pull from his position, his chainmail now transformed into farmhand gear. Nobody notices the knot of string tied around the sleeping bull's horn as it begins to loosen, snapping under the pressure of the pulls...

[Alaeha]

Sephora clings to the cloud-bronco's mane, giggling wildly as it bucks and tosses underneath her. "Wheeee! Cloud-horsies are way better than sheep!"

 

Apparently enraged, the horse gives its head a vicious toss that flings Sephora up into the air, where she hangs for a moment. Squealing in glee at defying gravity, Sephora throws her arms wide and lands on the bronco's back in proper Flying Tackle-Hug position, grasping tightly at its fur as she lands. Ferrang, desperately tired, finally trips in a rut in the ground, resulting in a spastic swing that sends the mighty steed (and Sephora with it) swinging upward in pendulum-like arc.

 

And for three booth's distance, a step-pausing, ear-clapping SNAP rings out clearly, followed by a thud and a muffled grunt as Ferrang strikes the ground. Freed of its restraint, the cloud-bronco lets out a roar of defiance as it bears down on the hapless Wyvern...

 

and bowls him over with the force of a thousand teddy bears, settling down atop the Elder of Initiates with a grunt of disapproval. It is plainly displeased at having its rampage cut short. At the far end of the booth, Ferrang sits, having somehow managed to get thoroughly tied up in his string.

 

"Wyvern?" Sephora jumps from the not-really-a-horse, landing on the Almost-Dragon's shoulder as he tries to claw his way out from under the thing. She climbs gently down to the ground to stand before him on pout, "I think it broke."

Edited June 7, 2006 by Alaeha

[Ayshela]

Ayshela rolled off the cloud, desperately trying to disentangle Darryl's paws from her hair. One paw came loose just in time for her to see the ground approaching rather rapidly and get her hands in place to handspring to a safe landing. Darryl was finally tugged loose and tucked into a safely snuggled furball Ayshela could more easily carry about while looking for Kaitlyn. The sights and sounds of Sephora's wild bronco ride distracted everyone so thoroughly that Kaitlyn had huggled Gyrfalcon and come over to stand by Ayshela and watch before anyone had seen her moving.

 

Sephora stood pouting at Wyvern, saying "I think it broke." Wyvern had nearly pulled himself loose and gotten focused on the small body before him when suddenly there were two! Kaitlyn bounced over, hugged Sephora and giggled, then turned to Wyvern and said "Mr. Wyvern, that was fun! How'd you ever think of something so neat?! Can we go again? Pleasepleasepleasepleasepleeeeeeeeeeeease?! That was fun, can we ride again?"

 

Between the pouting and the pleading, Wyvern's eyes began to cross and he wondered if he should ever have pulled himself from under the wreckage.