He's never seen a travelling circus before. Heard of them - maybe in a book about the time before the war, but seeing one all lit up and full of people like it's always been there? That's new. That's very new. Preston is confused, and more than a little bit wary but he's up, trying to work out some kind of admission with the clerk. The least he can do is look into it, and he'd be lying if he said that there wasn't a part of him that wasn't slightly curious.
Something of value. Hard to give up something of value when everything in pack is junk, weapon mods... He shrugs. "I have caps, if you'll take those..."
mirror maze
Roped into trying a few games doesn't detract him from trying to remain on guard, or gather any information about this if he can. The mirror maze seems like it could be worth checking out, if not be kind of fun.
It's not.
Preston swears, doubling back, feeling the dreads of panic as he walks past his own reflection that he swears is taunting him. He's lost.
Half an hour here, now and no sign an exit. Now he knows he hadn't imagined his reflection earlier, it's talking to him, gesturing. "You're gonna fail everyone else, you know that? Why are you even trying? Give up, man." and another "You should have never made it out of there, should've died with the rest of them..." It's nothing that he's never heard before, but it leaves him rattled, none the less.
It's hard to ignore, yet that is what he tries, and it leaves him tense - his jaw clenched tight, hurrying from hall to hall.
trying to leaf
If he were in the mind to explore more, he would. But as it is, he's spent enough time there as it is - Preston makes for the exit and into the bordering forest. He's no expert on prewar floral life, but if he had to hazard a guess, he'd say trees didn't look much like this. Everything is so green, but not only that - it's glowing.
Holy shit.
He's lost, though. Even though he knows for a fact this is the way he came, and he hasn't been turned around, it's a shock when the front gate once again looms in front of his path. Preston turns, and begins back for a second time.
And for the third time, he's standing right at the carnival gate. "What the hell?" He whirls around to the nearest person. "Hey, 'scuse me! Can you tell me if there's another exit, or something? I'm a bit lost, I think."
wildcard
[ Games, rides, food! Anything you wanna throw at him. Just not in the literal sense of throwing. ]
preston garvey / fallout 4 / newb
He's never seen a travelling circus before. Heard of them - maybe in a book about the time before the war, but seeing one all lit up and full of people like it's always been there? That's new. That's very new. Preston is confused, and more than a little bit wary but he's up, trying to work out some kind of admission with the clerk. The least he can do is look into it, and he'd be lying if he said that there wasn't a part of him that wasn't slightly curious.
Something of value. Hard to give up something of value when everything in pack is junk, weapon mods... He shrugs. "I have caps, if you'll take those..."
mirror maze
Roped into trying a few games doesn't detract him from trying to remain on guard, or gather any information about this if he can. The mirror maze seems like it could be worth checking out, if not be kind of fun.
It's not.
Preston swears, doubling back, feeling the dreads of panic as he walks past his own reflection that he swears is taunting him. He's lost.
Half an hour here, now and no sign an exit. Now he knows he hadn't imagined his reflection earlier, it's talking to him, gesturing. "You're gonna fail everyone else, you know that? Why are you even trying? Give up, man." and another "You should have never made it out of there, should've died with the rest of them..." It's nothing that he's never heard before, but it leaves him rattled, none the less.
It's hard to ignore, yet that is what he tries, and it leaves him tense - his jaw clenched tight, hurrying from hall to hall.
trying to leaf
If he were in the mind to explore more, he would. But as it is, he's spent enough time there as it is - Preston makes for the exit and into the bordering forest. He's no expert on prewar floral life, but if he had to hazard a guess, he'd say trees didn't look much like this. Everything is so green, but not only that - it's glowing.
Holy shit.
He's lost, though. Even though he knows for a fact this is the way he came, and he hasn't been turned around, it's a shock when the front gate once again looms in front of his path. Preston turns, and begins back for a second time.
And for the third time, he's standing right at the carnival gate. "What the hell?" He whirls around to the nearest person. "Hey, 'scuse me! Can you tell me if there's another exit, or something? I'm a bit lost, I think."
wildcard
[ Games, rides, food! Anything you wanna throw at him. Just not in the literal sense of throwing. ]