[This has been one very bad, very bean-filled day (his wig is still a bit crooked), and while for most people the prospect of letting off some steam at a carnival (no matter how mysterious) is a fantastic idea, Zim is only suspicious. And annoyed, and happens to be yelling at the ticket taker.]
Take them! ZIM doesn't want to see another earth bean, ever!
[Yeah, there's an armful of Burrito King burrito beans he's dropped on the counter, along with a little burrito necklace. He is so absolutely done with burritos, and he didn't even like beans to begin with, it's the perfect opportunity to pawn this stuff off and see what this "carnival" is about.
Maybe he can take it over. Supreme Carnival Lord Zim? He's sure Invader Larb doesn't have that on his list of accomplishments.]
∀ GAMER'S CIRCLE.
Garbage!
[Zim's found his way over to the various game booths and, unsurprisingly, was immediately attracted to the one with the guns. Of course, said guns are only cheap plastic things upon closer inspection, and to his horror are not filled with lasers but with water.]
This is an engineering nightmare! Such a weak stream of water would not stand up to even a thin layer of glue and it's parts have clearly been collected from the local cesspool! It's useless! What's the point of all this??
∀ NOT YOUR WHEELHOUSE.
[Getting a good view of this entire mess is a great idea, especially since GIR isn't here to do any information retrieval for him. The ferris wheel appears to offer the highest vantage point, and though it'd be easier using his spider legs to simply climb he's going to do the non-suspicious thing and get on one of the seats like a normal person. Slightly less suspicious is him ignoring whoever he's sitting with, and it's downright suspicious when an extremely advanced-looking helmet-binocular combination comes out of his PAK and attaches to his head. He stands up on the seat, humming and muttering to himself about entertainment slaves and all the filthy grease at the food stands, only noticing that they're stuck after he's had a good, long look.
The helmet disappears back into his PAK and he finally looks around.]
Eh? Why isn't this thing moving?
∀ WILDCARD.
[You can find Zim wandering all over, looking increasingly confused at the carnival sights. A lot of it is unfamiliar or strange or, in his opinion, thoroughly repulsive.]
ZIM | Invader ZIM
[This has been one very bad, very bean-filled day (his wig is still a bit crooked), and while for most people the prospect of letting off some steam at a carnival (no matter how mysterious) is a fantastic idea, Zim is only suspicious. And annoyed, and happens to be yelling at the ticket taker.]
Take them! ZIM doesn't want to see another earth bean, ever!
[Yeah, there's an armful of Burrito King burrito beans he's dropped on the counter, along with a little burrito necklace. He is so absolutely done with burritos, and he didn't even like beans to begin with, it's the perfect opportunity to pawn this stuff off and see what this "carnival" is about.
Maybe he can take it over. Supreme Carnival Lord Zim? He's sure Invader Larb doesn't have that on his list of accomplishments.]
∀ GAMER'S CIRCLE.
Garbage!
[Zim's found his way over to the various game booths and, unsurprisingly, was immediately attracted to the one with the guns. Of course, said guns are only cheap plastic things upon closer inspection, and to his horror are not filled with lasers but with water.]
This is an engineering nightmare! Such a weak stream of water would not stand up to even a thin layer of glue and it's parts have clearly been collected from the local cesspool! It's useless! What's the point of all this??
∀ NOT YOUR WHEELHOUSE.
[Getting a good view of this entire mess is a great idea, especially since GIR isn't here to do any information retrieval for him. The ferris wheel appears to offer the highest vantage point, and though it'd be easier using his spider legs to simply climb he's going to do the non-suspicious thing and get on one of the seats like a normal person. Slightly less suspicious is him ignoring whoever he's sitting with, and it's downright suspicious when an extremely advanced-looking helmet-binocular combination comes out of his PAK and attaches to his head. He stands up on the seat, humming and muttering to himself about entertainment slaves and all the filthy grease at the food stands, only noticing that they're stuck after he's had a good, long look.
The helmet disappears back into his PAK and he finally looks around.]
Eh? Why isn't this thing moving?
∀ WILDCARD.
[You can find Zim wandering all over, looking increasingly confused at the carnival sights. A lot of it is unfamiliar or strange or, in his opinion, thoroughly repulsive.]