[Griff]

day four !

username + id: Griff 254592
i've decided to...

Clementine and Key look at each other, both pensive. "We... should take a break. I feel my feathers starting to molt!" Clementine nodded.

"Agreed! We get ourselves some fair treats... then tomorrow come back to this better than ever! Agreed?"

"Agreed!" And so for today no work was done, with the promise tomorrow the pair would be very hard working instead.

[rainbowpanda101]

day four !

username + id: rainbowpanda101 + 116794
i've decided to...

Max had spent so much time admiring the carousel yesterday that he'd actually kind of forgotten to even take a crack at attempting to fix the ride. His imagination had floated away with him as he strolled around among the animals on the ride, picturing what colors and details he would paint on each one. He felt bad for not at least opening up the control panel to peek at what he was working with. So today, the rainbow Chicoon took the tools that he had cataloged for his use and went to do some curious digging around on the inside of the carousel.

In the middle of the carousel there was a large booth with several windows, where the operator could operate the ride as well as see out at the children and their parents as they rode the carousel. Max entered the booth to check out the control panel. It seemed rather straight forward. He found a simple switch labeled on off which he figured started up the carousel. Another switch was labeled music. There was nothing else on the panel except for a pencil atop a notepad with some scribbles on it. He took a moment to flip through the notepad but there was nothing substantial on the pages so he put it back.

Max decided to look under the panel with the two switches next. This was where he'd seen Ripsaw messing with wires and screws. Hopefully that other Chicoon hasn't done more damage trying to fix the issue, Max thought to himself as he ran a hand on the wall beneath the panel. When he put a little pressure on the wall, a piece of the wall popped out and dropped down so Max moved it out of his way and scooted himself into a position where he could look inside the cubbyhole that had appeared. There were wires everywhere in various colors and thicknesses. Who knew such a network of cables was hidden here? [330 words]

[EyeOfVoid]

day four !

username + id: EyeOfVoid + 1078076
i've decided to...

Charcoal furrowed their eyebrows at Eon's strange behavior, noticing that they tend to randomly pop out of nowhere and disappear again... strange. Char shook their head of the thoughts and focused back on what was important; figuring out what in the world was wrong with this ride.

They began to inspect whatever changes Ripsaw had made since they touched the ride last, looking over each and every wire to make sure everything was at least connected. Confirming that they were, they thought for a bit. Maybe a wire was dead, and that's why it wasn't working...? They would worry about that later, in the meantime making sure no gears/cogs were clogged or blocked by something, and checking if any bolts were loose as well. After doing all they could think to do, they circled the ride to check if any power cords or generators were by any chance disconnected. They tapped their chin in thought, what could it possibly be...

They looked at the control booth that Ripsaw had disappeared into and tilted their head with a frown. Maybe if Ripsaw didn't dislike them so much, they could work together to solve the issue. Surely with both of them cooperating they'd fix the ride in no time. They sighed and began to dig around in the toolbox for that voltage tester they found earlier. Hopefully, that would help see if any wires were dead, or if the ride was even receiving power at all. They found it and picked it up, before walking back over to the ride and crawling into the compartment again.

Charcoal looked around and squinted, trying to see where to start in the dimmer light, reaching out to gently grab a wire to start testing it, but yanked their hand/paw back immediately when they got shocked.
"Ow ow ow ow-" They mumbled around their paw, which they put in their mouth instinctively to soothe it, before releasing it and using that hand to hold the device, and the other one to hold the needles to the wire to get a reading. When the device read that everything was fine (or at least what they assumed to be fine, they took a mental note of the numbers just in case they were wrong), they sighed and located the next wire that they'd target, softly complaining to themself as they did so,
"One down, a bunch more to go..."

[sweathie]

day four !

username + id: sweathie 703858
i've decided to...

Pit was running late, so his first day at the Chicoons Carnival was today! Mango had told him all about the different booths and games at the Carnival, and he was so excited to try his hand and win some prizes. But he was even more excited to mingle with his fellow Chicoons. This was his first ever event as a blood-and-flesh Chicoon and he was overly worried that he might do something wrong. What are tickets? Could he ride any ride that he wanted? It was all so confusing and overstimulating…

It took a few minutes… no, hours… of hyping himself up in front of the mirror in Mangos’ house for Pit to gather the energy to leave and head towards the Carnival. With Mariana in tow, he took a deep breath in, held it for seven seconds, and exhaled before opening the door and making his way forward. His nerves began to creep back as he walked further away from Mango’s home, but the young God held his head high. As he made his way closer to the Carnival, he noticed more and more Chicoons joining him on the way. There were adults and kits alike, Chicoons with multiple flames, with two tails or none at all… Some of them he recognized from Winter, so he waved and nervously smiled.

Pit approached the sign at the entrance, and as he did, he started to clam up. His legs began to shake, and he scrunched his eyes shut. The noise began to overwhelm him- there was just so much going on. Loud music, Chicoons talking, mechanical noises from an uncountable amount of machines… so much was happening all at once. Pit covered his ears (all four of them!) with his hands and started to rock back and forth, doing his best to calm himself. Mariana looked up at him, cocked its head, and pulled the small blanket off of its back. The purple blanket was only enough to cover Pit’s thigh, but it hoped that it would help anchor the panicking Chicoon. This was Mariana’s comfort item, so maybe it would help Pit too… right?

The God had spent so long as a simple hole in the ground. He had been alive for centuries- much longer than any of these Chicoons around him had lived. For so many of those years, he thrived in the silent forests of the world. It was only in the past two years that he had been introduced to the sheer amount of noise that would be made when interacting with others. Before, all he would hear was the occasional scampering of a Cat Epilla’s eighteen stubby little legs chasing a Rat Folk through the woods, or a tree falling where no one else was around to hear it. Maybe that last one didn’t make a noise at all- Pit couldn’t quite remember. But once Chicoons started to flock to him, he was introduced to so much more noise. It would take time- Pit worried that it would take centuries, even- for him to get used to this.

After a few minutes of rocking, Pit worked up the confidence to slowly pull his hands off of his ears. Mariana had situated itself between his haunches, resting its little chicken head on his stomach. As Pit uncovered his ears, a single sound cut through all of the unintelligible noise.

A cacophony of screams.

They floated through the air like music to his four ears. Those screams- that was what brought him out of the ground! Chicoons screaming into Pit was what brought him life and joy. He had to see what was making this beautiful symphony. He bolted up, only for his shaky legs to almost collapse beneath him. Mariana bawked and shook its wings, startled, before grabbing its blanket off the ground and chasing after the long-legged Chicoon.

Pit delicately made his way through the crowd of Chicoons, trying his best to weave upstream without knocking anyone over. He was significantly taller than your average Chicoon, and he didn’t want his long tail to knock someone off their feet or for his flame to swallow them whole. As he maneuvered his way past everyone, he saw it. It was a beautiful ride, throwing Chicoons up into the sky- High Flyers.

This was the ride that Mango was working at! Of course Mango, such an amazing friend and helper, would be at an equally amazing ride. Chicoons were screaming in delight, and a smile spread across Pit’s face. Oh, how he wanted to ride this ride! Nervously, he joined in the line to wait his turn, Mariana in tow.

But then he saw it… well, rather, he heard it first. A Chicoon’s scream turning from delight to fear. As he looked to the sky, he glimpsed a flash of a Chicoon being flung off the ride. Terror gripped Pit as he watched the Chicoon flail through the sky, and he grew more and more tense, unable to move… until he saw the Chicoon flop into a pile of plushies. A sigh echoed throughout the crowd, and Eddie, High Flyers’s operator, made his way to the front of the ride.

“Hey, folks, I’m gonna shut down the ride for today. If anyone can find me some nuts and bolts to fix up the ‘ol ride, I’d be grateful.”

Pit, confusedly, followed the other Chicoons dispersing throughout the rest of the Carnival. He wanted to help Eddie fix up High Flyers, especially because the screams of the riders were so enjoyable, but… was it worth fixing up such an unsafe contraption? What if another Chicoon got thrown off? He just couldn’t live with himself if someone got hurt and he had some part in it. So he shook his head, flopping his ears back and forth, and decided that he would help, but only to be absolutely certain the ride would be one-hundred-percent safe under his (and Mango’s) (and Mariana’s) watch.

He kept his nose to the ground, looking for any spare nuts or bolts… first, he found a stray nut, all by its lonesome. Then a spare bolt. Then another bolt. And another nut. They started to form a trail, and he carefully plucked each nut and bolt and put them inside of himself. Each one was another step closer to safety, he thought.

The trail started to get denser and denser, containing things other than nuts and bolts. Wires, screwdrivers, rivets… they all led Pit to a dark control room. The door was ajar slightly, so he hesitantly nudged it open and peered in. In the seat was a single Chicoon, frustratedly working with wires and mechanics. For a second, Pit considered whether he should just step back out of the room and pretend like he had lost his way. Mariana could see this tumult on his face and nudged him forward with its wing. He took a deep breath in, held it for seven seconds, and exhaled before opening the door and making his way forward.

“H-Hello?” he cautiously called out. There was no immediate response from the Chicoon in the booth, so he took a beat, took another breath, and called out again.

“I am here to help! I… uh… my name is Pit, and I have my chicken companion Mariana here. It is really good with its beak and can get into tight spaces. I promise we can be of help, compatriat!”

The mysterious Chicoon let out a sigh and swiveled around in his chair to face the nervous God.

“You and every other Chicoon at this Carnival thinks they can help. I promise, plenty have tried. But I know this ride better than any other Chicoon out there, and there’s nothing you can do short of a miracle to help me figure this out.”

Before Pit could respond, the Chicoon turned away from him and re-centered his focus on the ride in front of him. Dejected, Pit turned to walk away. He wanted to try his best to be of help to people, or at the very least not get in their way. But here, it seemed like he only got in this poor Chicoon’s way. Mariana pecked at the Chicoon’s foot, grabbing one of his toes, only to get swatted away.

Pit slowly walked out, trying his best not to make any noise. Mariana followed closely behind, not trying to hide the sound of its chicken feet tip-tapping at the floor. He closed the door as quietly as possible, holding the handle down so that it wouldn’t make a clicking noise when it shut. He let out a sigh and reached his arm down to Mariana so it could climb up onto his back. Mariana climbed up, happy, and nestled itself in the crook of Pit’s tail.

“Well, Mariana, I suppose we should just go home,” Pit solemnly said. “It seems like we are only making trouble here, which is the opposite of what I want.”

Mariana clucked back.

“I know, I know. But this was a good first step. Maybe in the Fall we can really talk to others. We just need to-“

Mariana clucked.

“Okay, okay. I just need to get used to conversation.”

Mariana chirped in agreement. But before Pit could make his way away from the control booth, another Chicoon popped their head out.

“Oh, did you make it in there to see Ripsaw?” the Chicoon asked. “I, uh, was hoping to stop anyone who went in there. I’m sorry if he said anything to you… he’s in an awful mood.”

“It… It is no problem,” Pit replied. “I apologize for getting in your way, I can see that Ripsaw is hard at work in there.”

“Hard at work?” the Chicoon mused. “Well, working hard, maybe. But he’s certainly not working smart. He’s been… pretty stressed out over all of this, and I don’t think it’s making his judgement any good.”

Mariana clucks out a noise that resembles a chuckle. Its waddle jiggles as it does saw in a way that makes the blue Chicoon grin.

“Well, anyways… I’m Eon. I need to get back to watching over Ripsaw to make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid again. But, uh…”

Eon looks around quickly before spotting a Chicoon off in the distance.

“Sink! Come over here!” he calls out. A black, blue, and orange Chicoon with four wings paced towards Eon, Pit, and Mariana. Pit lowers his head in greeting to the newcomer.

“Anything I could help you with, Sink can too. Well, I’m off to oversee Ripsaw!”

With that, Eon slipped into the control room, shutting the door quickly behind him. Pit was left standing awkwardly with Sink. He felt paralyzed in the silence before Mariana pecked at his tail, and he snapped back into the moment. He brought his head back up and took the chance to introduce himself.

“Oh, uh, hello!” Pit said. “I am Pit, the new God of Nothingness. I am… I am here to help in any way that I can! And this is my chicken friend, Mariana.”

Sink stood there, equally as silent as Pit. But Pit could no longer bear the silence, and more words started to pour out of his mouth.

“I have collected a few things that may be of help to Ripsaw. I mean, I do not know much of anything about this sort of contraption, but I believe that one of these items may be of aid to your predicament.”

Pit hesitates for a moment and looks Sink up and down. He narrows his eyes and stares at the Chicoon’s shaped flame.
“We do not know each other, correct?”

Sink shakes his head, and Pit nervously chuckles.

“I did not think so. I would be rather embarrassed if I had already made your acquaintance and did not recognize you. But in that case, friend, I do warn you… do not be shocked! I promise that everything is okay and normal for me. I have a peculiar ability, that… well, it may be better to simply demonstrate. Mariana, if you would please… vacate.”

Mariana hops off of Pit’s tail, and the God flicks his tail tip around to his front hand. The hole-shaped flame follows. Pit looks into Sink’s eyes, then back down to the flame, shakes his hand, and reaches into his flame. He rummages around for a few moments before pulling his hand out, a single nut in his clutches.

“I can hold many things at once. Perhaps… too many. But I have a bounty of objects which may come to your aid. This is one, but I promise I have more!”

Pit reaches back into his flame and starts to rapidly unload in front of Sink. He pulls out another nut, and a bolt, and another nut, and a bolt, and then a fistful of wires… and then it gets weirder. Pit pulls out:
- Three cracked circuit boards from an old computer
- A ball-peen hammer with a carved wooden handle
- Two mechanical computer keyboards
- A musical keyboard that, when pressed, seemed to only play a reverberated fart noise
- A baker’s dozen of purple earplugs
- A bag of sour cherry gummy bears
- A worm on a string with three eyes and no string… oh, god… it’s off the string…
- Ten round nails, all painted with bright pink nail polish. He seems to have… misunderstood the point of nail polish.
- A single legitimate chicoin
- A thousand counterfeit chicoins
- Ten more bolts
- Twenty more nuts
- A bright blue crystal
- A yellow turtleneck sweater

“I have been wondering where that sweater went!” Pit excitedly exclaimed. “Oh, I have one more thing that may be of interest to you and Ripsaw.”

Pit reached both of his arms into his flame, and it seemed to expand around him. In went his head, and his neck, and the front of his body… eventually, his flame had grown and grown, and he had disappeared entirely inside of it. Sink took a few steps back to avoid falling into the growing pit on the ground. Nervously, the Chicoon looked around, wondering if he should get Eon for help to deal with such a strange situation. But then, the pit on the ground started to make noise. Sink leaned in, and the energy coming off of the pit was… familiar. This pit was Pit! They were one in the same, he concluded.

Sink stepped back again as Pit began to make a garbled noise. There was clunking and… gurgling? The noise got louder and louder, closer and closer…and an object came flying out of Pit! It vaulted past Sink, almost crashing into a few fairgoers in the distance. The attendees scattered as Sink ran towards it. He craned his head down to look at the mysterious object.

“I found this strange entity a few months ago,” Pit said, walking up behind Sink. Sink jumped and whipped his head around, only to see Pit back in his Chicoon form. “I do not know what its purpose could be, but it simply seemed so interesting… I could not let it go to waste. Do you have any inkling of what this contraption could be? What purpose it may serve?”

“Uh, Pit…” Sink started, nervously looking back and forth between Pit and the object on the ground. “This is… a chainsaw.”

“A saw for chains! How novel. Perhaps there will be some chains that need to be cut? Would it be of assistance there?”

“I suppose it would be, but… I can’t trust Ripsaw with this. He would… it would not end well for any of us.”

“Well, I do not think he can do too much damage with this. It is very unwieldy, you see, and I imagine it must take a lot of strength to hoist this machine up and saw it back and forth. I think if myself, and you, and Eon… and Mariana! If we were all there to observe, we would be able to assist him in using this tool.”

“No, Pit… you don’t quite understand…” Sink sighed. He turned back to the chainsaw, only to find Mariana on its back, the pull cord in its beak. Sink cried out and rushed towards the chicken, trying to get it off of the machine before anything could happen. A flash of mischief darted across the chicken’s eyes, and it pulled the cord as hard as it could muster. The chainsaw roared to life with the strength of Cedar’s belly laugh, and a fire grew behind Mariana’s big eyes.

“Oh! Oh dear!” Pit cried out. “Mariana, come here! Get away from that… beastly machine! You will certainly get hurt!”

Mariana clucked in defiance and jumped up onto the handle of the chainsaw. Pit nervously looked around and started to dart to any Chicoons in the surrounding area.

“Please stay back! There is a dangerous contraption on the loose in this area! Please, stay back!”

Pit tried his best to hold down the perimeter of the chainsaw’s reach, but a Chicoon slipped past him. This Chicoon picked up Mariana in his mouth, and it let out a squawk in protest. Pit whipped around, fearing the worst. Did Mariana get hurt? Did his new friend, Sink, get injured? But he let out a sigh when he saw a familiar face.

“Sweaty!” he cried. “Oh, how wonderful it is to see your face. Please- get Mariana away from that blasted thing!”

“Cfm dyo,” Sweaty replies, which Pit understands as him saying “can do”, but with a mouthful of chicken feathers. Sweaty stepped a few feet back and put the disgruntled chicken on the ground. As soon as Sweaty, Mariana, and Sink were outside of the radius of the evil chainsaw, Pit walked over and placed his hand directly on the blade. Now, for any other Chicoon, this would be… uncomfortable, to say the least. But the chainsaw’s rotating blade simply disappeared into Pit’s hand, like a model in a video game clipping through a wall. The chainsaw started to grind and spark, and eventually it sputtered out, no longer posing a threat. Pit removed his hand and nervously shot a smile back at Sink.

“Well, I suppose that machine will be of no help to you now,” he chuckled. “But there was a very low probability of it being of assistance in the first place… Perhaps Ripsaw could disassemble it and recycle its parts into something new?”

“I… uh… I can ask,” Sink told Pit. He took a few steps backwards, towards the control room. “I will… I’ll check with him. Stay out here.”

Like that, Sink also disappeared. Pit sighed and walked over to Sweaty and Mariana.

“I think I was of no help here,” he told Sweaty.

“I disagree,” Sweaty replied. “Chainsaw Chicken is my favorite part of this event so far. You could take this on the road, y’know. Charge five chicoins a ticket to see Mariana, the chainsaw-wielding were-chicken.”

“I… I do not think we will do that,” Pit said, then let out a small chuckle. Mariana wandered over to the disarmed chainsaw, pulling at the rip cord to no avail. It let out a cluck of frustration before flapping its wings and hitting the chainsaw’s side with its beak.

“Well,” Sweaty started, “all that matters is that you tried your best. Who knows? Maybe they can find a use for the chainsaw. Don’t count your eggs before they hatch… uh, no offense, Mariana.”

“I hope so,” Pit conceded. “It seems like a very complex device- not the chainsaw, although that is certainly a mystery, but this… strange ride. It must take a plethora of pieces and gadgets to keep something so large running without injuring a Chicoon!”

“Well, it at least takes more than a few nuts and bolts,” Sweaty laughed. “Maybe you should go talk to Eddie about that. He’s really going to hurt someone with that High Flyers ride.”

“Oh! Mayhaps he could use the chainsaw-“

“No. Do not give Eddie the chainsaw. Please, for the love of the Moon Goddess, do not give Edible “Eddie” Aesthetic a damn chainsaw.”

Pit sighed and rested his hand on the defunct device. He looked expectantly to the closed door of the control room, wondering who would come out next to tell him if he could be of any assistance.

[MaroonCookie]

day four !

username + id: MaroonCookie 1014873
i've decided to...

Now that Beebo has actually done some research, they realize they don't actually have the proper tools to fix anything, so they head off to look for the right materials.

[Skipena]

day four !

username + id: Skipena 1064442
i've decided to...

Skipena was somewat relieved to see that someone else was trying to fix the ride. She had t had much luck and she really could not think of what else to try with the little knowledge she had about ride-fixing.
“Go find Sink, huh? Well.. sounds better than me trying to fix the ride! This is something I can actually accomplish! I think…” Skipena hurries off to find Sink before she is asked to do anything else.

[stellulite]

day four !

username + id: stellulite 666555
i've decided to...

After yesterdays day of rest, Etch felt pretty reenergized. He made his way back to the broken carnival ride, feeling confident that he would be able to make some more progress today. Although it seemed as though Ripsaw wasn’t too convinced that he could eventually fix the ride, he had already made a little bit of progress the day before last. After overhearing his conversation with Eon yesterday, he felt pretty confused about Ripsaws concerns. The day before, he had led him to a concession stand that contained some seemingly new screws dug underground that ended up fixing the doors of the ride. There is definitely something the two chicoons are not telling him.

Today, Ripsaw was acting even stranger. His behavior the past few days showed that he was certainly upset about the ride being broken, but how he was acting today was completely different. Furthermore, Ripsaw never appeared to be physically and mentally exhausted before today. It looked like he could barely keep his head upwards and his eyes kept slowly blinking as if he was about to fall asleep standing. When Eon came over to Etch and told him to disregard his behavior, he knew something was up. He had already been suspicious that he and Eon knew what had happened to the ride, but he would never accuse either of them of destroying it. He watched as Eon walked back to Ripsaw and stood beside him. Eon was speaking to him with a worried expression on his face, but Etch couldn’t hear anything he was saying to him.

All Etch could think about was how weird this situation truly was. At first, he just figured the ride was broken and they was that. A common situation that should have a simple, maybe time-consuming or expensive solution, but a solution at that. This, on the other hand, was starting to seem like more of a large mystery than a broken ride. He sat for a moment before deciding what he should do next. Although Eon mentioned he should attempt to locate and communicate with “sink”, his gut told him he should check out the place first. At this point, he is familiar with the ride and the shed and that would be easier than jumping through hoops to try and find somebody he has no clue about.

While walking closer to the ride, Etch tried to rekindle the confidence he had before he saw what was going on with Ripsaw and Eon. For now, he would disregard his own suspicions and focus on what was in front of him. Immediately, Etch discovered many dents in the ride that were not there previously. As he got closer to the doors of the ride, he noticed something strange. The screws he had fixed two days ago had been tampered with. Some of the screws were stripped, while others were completely taken out and scattered among the ground. Weirdly, some of the seats also had some damage on the hinges where there was nothing wrong with them a few days ago. He noticed that some of the edges were jagged or bent, like somebody had been aggressively trying to take them off but couldn’t. He placed his paws on his head and sighed, frustrated that what he did before had been completely ruined. Surely, Ripsaw was just trying to help and became frustrated, but it was still upsetting.

Etch continued to investigate the ride, but nothing more really stuck out to him. It was in bad shape when he got there and he never could get it operating, so it couldn’t get much worse. While leaving the ride, he looked over at Ripsaw and Eon. It seemed that the two were watching him. He noticed that Ripsaws expression changed from frustrated to guilty. As the two made eye contact, he immediately broke his gaze. Etch’s thoughts in his mind spoke to him, saying, “I know it was you who did this, but I know you meant no harm”. After looking at the two, Etch decided there was no point in investigating the shack. It would be nothing short of a miracle if he went inside and saw that the shed was completely untouched and the tools were all put away properly, but he knew what he was going to see. He figured the best thing to do now was go and try to find sink and see if he had any answers to the questions he’s been wanting to ask Eon and Ripsaw. Disheartened yet again, Etch turned away from the two and began making his way towards the main area of the carnival.
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[BananaSnake]

day four !

username + id: BananaSnake + 1079492
i've decided to... try mashing the buttons in the control booth

I use my huge intellect to figure out what to do. The answer is simple; mash buttons until it works. I hurry to the control booth and push every button at least five times.

[shenza]

day four !

username + id: shenza 410234
i've decided to...

Parking Ticket was, honestly, starting to get sick of this ride and it's complete refusal to get fixed. He didn't understand circuitry, he barely understood basic mechanics! How was he supposed to know what he was actually doing with this stupid thing! Parking Ticket grumbled and griped to himself, walking in a few laps around the broken down ride much the same way he had the day before, but unlike yesterday he wasnt looking up at the ride to spot any defects. He was simply walking in circles, unsure of how to fix a ride that wasn't even really meant to be his responsibility in the first place. He didn't know why he had come back here, knowing for a fact he didn't have a clue how to fix it. Then again, Ripsaw and 'eon' didn't seem to have any clue what either of them were doing either, so maybe this carnival just made a habit of hiring people with no idea to run their rides. Parking Ticket let out a little laugh; yeah that sounded like something he'd expect out of a carnival honestly.
He sighed, stopping his circling of the ride and instead plopping down to sit on the grass, staring up at the ride, almost like he was waiting for it to give him the solution everyone was searching for. Just what was wrong with this thing? It just didn't make any sense as to why a ride that had supposedly been working completely fine during all the tests before opening day would suddenly completely die the day it was needed without any apparent cause.
Parking Ticket sighed, getting back to his paws and walking away, giving up without even checking the ride. He'd just leave that to the professionals today. For now? He was going to go take a nap. [304]

[Herald of the Arcane]

day four !

username + id: henry creel 788126
i've decided to...

cosmo snorfus decides to go and look for a friend for help, because he definitely need a new eye on this broken ride situation. Oh his way to find Bingus he goes.