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OPTION A

With the cooling weather came the changing of the leaves, the lighting of candles and the advertisements in all the shops and bulletin boards for the Annual Whitechapel Road Fall Festival. Overnight your quaint little neighborhood has been transformed from a typical Victorian-esque scene to well, a typical fall festival scene. Strings of lights have been wound between the lamps, scarecrows have been put up in shop windows that hold signs with arrows on them, directing you down the main street toward the park.

In the park, you'll find a small carnival. No big gaudy rides, of course, but booths set up by local businesses where they sell items from their shops. Games like bobbing for apples and pin the nose on the scarecrow have been scattered in the places between the face painting booths and cotton candy vendors. There's also booth offering food and drink-- and doesn't that cider just smell wonderful? Of course, they have hot chocolate too, if cider's not your thing.

Mingle and enjoy your night! But be careful-- you might just end up in the dunking tank..

OPTION B

You wake late in the morning to a strange chill in the air. The weather, sure, but also something else, something wrong in the energy. Maybe you've never been much of a person who believes in that sort of stuff-- energy, vibes, whatever-- so you brush it off and go about your day. It's not until you're out and about that you really start to notice something. The streets are mostly empty, the shops closed down. A cold wind blows through and makes you shiver as you turn down the street toward the Town Board. The papers flutter in the wind, but it doesn't matter, you're not reading them, you're reading the message written in red over all of them.

YOU WILL ALL BE PUNISHED.

Is that blood it's written in, or paint? It's hard to tell, but the color seeps into the fliers and advertisements-- "puppies, free to a good home" or "half off on all clothing TODAY ONLY"-- staining them, ruining them. You know without even turning and walking the extra block that something very bad has happened. Yellow tape surrounds the board, you just notice, and blocks the entrance to a nearby alleyway. An officer stands guard, but he looks pale and shaken. This isn't the first. Just last week, someone was killed too. The boy who delivered the milk. Eddie. Throat slashed and a message written in blood on the wall above him, similar to this one.

An ambulance arrives but you stay where you are, watching as more officers emerge from the alley, carrying something on a stretcher. Someone, you realize, because what else do they carry on stretchers? A shock of red, curly hair pokes out from the top and you think of the girl who runs the register in the bakery, a waitress from the cafe you tried last week, your sister back home who will (hopefully) never end up here. Could this really happen here? Some maniac killing people because they think you need to be punished? It's wrong, it's confusing, and it's terrifying, isn't it?

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"Are they?" Her gaze turns toward the ring toss, her eyes thoughtful. There's only one way to test out those rings, isn't there?

"Come on, I want to try them out. I can win you a pink unicorn." She tosses him a teasing look before she's off and making a beeline to the booth. Her cotton candy is still in hand, but she can totally pull this off one handed.

He follows just behind her and cocks an eyebrow at her declaration. "... it will clash with my cape," he informs her, deadpan as always, but he is curious to see if she can pull it off.

She catches his comment and laughs, coming to a stop in front of the booth. After a few quick words with the man who runs it, he lays five rings on the table in front of her.

Picking up one of the rings, she weighs it in her hand for a moment, testing it, before tossing it underhanded toward the bottles. It hits the very edge of one on the left side, bouncing off and to the ground.

Her brow furrows and she looks over at Vincent before holding out her cotton candy. Okay, maybe she can't do this one handed.

But Aerith, holding bright pink cotton candy will assault his dark and mysterious intimidation factors!!

And yet he doesn't seem to care, blinking at her before wordlessly taking the candy and holding it carefully in his claw. He doesn't actually want to get it all sticky because it is a pain to clean. But ... it's probably tasty. Probably a little too sweet, being pure sugar. He likes sweet things but there is a limit - or at least, there is a limit with his heightened senses now.

He turns his attention away from the cotton candy to Aerith's struggles.

"... spin it a little as you toss."

Oh, she knows. It's half the reason she's handing it to him, the other half being he just so happens to be right there. She gives him a distracted 'thank you' before concentrating on the game.

Taking Vincent's advice, she changes her toss, twisting her wrist just the slightest as she lobs another ring at a bottle. This time it lands, not perfectly but enough so she can mark it a win.

She claps her hands together in excitement, quick to pick up the next ring and toss it the same way. It's a little touch and go, but she manages to get the rest of the rings on the bottles and wins a prize!

While there may not be a big, fluffy pink unicorn like she was imagining, she does see these tiny plastic snakes that she asks for. When she has three in hand, she turns back to Vincent, fully intending to ask him which one he'd like best.

The sight of him with her cotton candy, though, is distracting and forces her to hold back her laughter. "Here, I can take that. Thanks for holding it, Vincent."

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