Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20160101233053/@comment-25828117-20160108134328

Meanwhile, noon had set in. Another day stuck in this false theme park, but at least this time they were in a quieter more nature-like part that wasn't filled to the brim with killer elephants and three-headed giraffes.

The Ferris wheel where this all really started, roughly swayed in the wind, the rusty yet colorful cabs squeaked faintly yet irritatingly in the wind as if to taunt all of them for even trying to take on the fair. But beyond that, there was nothing to it.

Not far from here was that Atomic Cafe, though Royston didn't appear to be serving, or at least try to be serving. He was simply gone; probably called on by his new master.

But beyond the derelict diner there was the lake. Modeled somewhat unsuccessfully after the romantic row boat lake of Manhattan's Central Park though that didn't mean it had no charm of its own. It looked calm and peaceful and there was a nice lack of electronics nearby.