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Petra Soroka	Really, it's not a problem at all to leave Petra and Matilda alone in the evil monster-filled ruined amusement park two hours away from the nearest warpgate. There's no reason to subject the others, even Holly, to the cold for any longer, and with the main large threat lured out of the park, there's nothing that Petra can't easily handle on her own, even with Matilda arcanumed-out. With the Beauty of Ash making a shortcut down the mountain, the long hike can be cut down to a matter of minutes, and so after parting ways with the others, the park is all theirs. The moment that they're out of earshot, Petra does a cartwheel down the central path of the Dream Land park, invigorated by the silent mountaintop and the atmosphere of abandonment. She pops up to her feet, dusting off the snow and gravel that stuck to her hands, and then claps and holds her arms up. The Ferris wheel is on the next layer up of the park above the carousel, stretching high up with the cliff and open sky behind it. "Ferris wheel! Alright, c'mon, let's go." Matilda might be forced to take the moss-covered staircase, but Petra just beelines at the retaining wall itself, wedging her toes and fingers in gaps between the stones and climbing up. The Ferris wheel itself is huge, two dozen cabs in various pastel colors faded by time and the sun. An unpowered electric sign on it proudly declares 'DREAM WHEEL', and the grey clouds behind it hover over the vista of the entire valley below. It's rusty, clearly, and the paint is flaking off. Also, for some reason, the lowest cabs are six feet off the ground, making it tremendously difficult to even get onto the first foothold without any kind of ramp or walkway that would allow people to actually get on the ride. Petra puts her hands on her hips, holding herself back from simply leaping her way up out of consideration to Matilda. She glances at the other girl, and her eyeline traces from the top of Matilda's head, to the bottom of the cab that she could walk underneath without trouble. She laces her fingers together to make a step up, crouching down to give Matilda a boost. "After you, your highness. No clue why the fuck someone would build it like this. It doesn't even look like there's any infrastructure missing.
Foundation Scions	Matilda Bouanich, Monitor Assistant of the SPDM, Prodigy Diviner and Definitely Some-day Chief Investigator-to-be, has consumed an illegal legal weed gummy. Her life (sobriety) ends twenty minutes from now, the clock is ticking! But that doesn't matter, because there's cute rides to explore and clamber-up and about on, and carousel horses to steal (borrow for repair), and gorgeous overlook views to see, and, most crucial of all- Sonetto to think about. With the scariest monsters chased off, and a good bit of the park looked-through, Matilda is, too, more than happy to just dip away on her and Petra's mission, now that she's done being busy with her little break. Of course, one of the first things Matilda does after ditching the group, is find a trash-bin in which to toss her lollipop stick, for all the difference that makes to littering, here in this entirely abandoned and unmaintained park. Matilda hmphs a little bit at Petra's cartwheeling, with the emotion behind it blatantly obvious as 'I can do that, too!', while she's still a little bit tuckered out from effort (though, less, now, use picrasma responsibly, kids!) Stopping and considering her options, it looks like she, too, still lugging her orbuculum carrier, might launch into an attempt at a cartwheel, mutter-whines a little bit, and instead just hurries to catch up with Petra, a tiny bit deflated. But not for long! "Yes! The Ferris Wheel!" Matilda puts a hand up to shield her eyes from the sun, cloudy as it is, as she stares up at it, and scans down to the ground-level of the construction. Broken, yes, climable... maybe! "Surely, without high-winds, or motion, it will be a piece of cake!" She seems pleased with herself for that comment! Att the actual base of the wheel, not-exactly sure what Petra is sizing up, Matilda adds, to fill air, "You know, I have, in fact, quite easily maneuvered around sailing-ship shrouds, as quite a natural! Not only that, but, I have of course proven myself to be an instinctively skilled and talented navigator! I brought along my genuine marine lunette d'approche!" She pats her bag, mostly thonking the orbuculum in it, "At the pinnacle of the wheel, I can show it off! It is quite spectacular, I think!" 'After you, your highness.' "Hey!" Matilda whines, requisite, as she steps back, then forward, to take the boost upwards and then quickly scramble to the cab. From there, "Perhaps, it was a rolling ramp such as those found at airplane terminals! Or a ladder?" Matilda crouches, knees up to her chest, to stick an arm out to help Petra up and in herself, which may not be necessary for Petra, but it's what the first-up does!
Petra Soroka	"Surely, without high-winds, or motion, it will be a piece of cake!" Frankly, what Petra is thinking while she looks up at the wheel is, 'oh my god, this thing is like a hundred feet tall, how am I going to make sure Matilda doesn't die from climbing this'. Where Petra might just balance on thin rusty trusses and double jump or use the Silver as a climbing aid, Matilda is going to be doing all of this by hand, while tired, looking over the edge of a cliff, with no assurances to her safety whatsoever. Possibly, also while carrying a fifty pound crystal. "It'll be so easy." That sort of makes it more fun for Petra too, actually. Just getting up there on its own would be entertaining, but this way, she can string along her own climbing capacities to make Matilda feel pressured but not overly left behind, while sparing the attention to save her if she slips. "Yeah! Who knows if these cabs will even wobble anymore; they're so rusted!" Petra takes Matilda's hand despite not strictly needing it, because that's what the second-up does. Betraying the narrative betrays the whole point of the climb! Clambering on top of the lowest cab already puts Petra a solid four meters off the ground, and she gets up to her feet and wiggles her weight back and forth on the roof. Contrary to her expectations, there's a horrible scraping creak and the metal groans, sending down a shower of rust flakes as it moves under her weight. Ducking back down for balance with a little 'oop', Petra pats the other side of the cab to indicate Matilda sit there to spread their weight out evenly while she pulls out her compact mirror. "A sailing ship, huh? Did you tell Regulus? You might make a better pirate than she does; I don't think she's ever actually been on a boat." From Qetra's inventory, she takes out a set of sturdy gloves, holding her hand over Matilda's to confirm that they're similar sizes before offering them to her. "For the rust and cuts and stuff." "Oh my god. Are you planning on lugging that thing up?" Petra laughs disbelievingly, at Matilda hauling her bag up into the cab. "Leave that here at the bottom seats. I'm serious, you're not making it up with half again your body weight. How do you even carry that around all the time? Are you gonna start floating when you put it down?" Her own gloves come in the form of fist-sized Silver blobs, encasing her hands without even needing to look as she stands up. Gripping the closest truss, she braces her foot against the interior of the large supporting beam and bounces a bit, tracing the path upwards with her eyes. "It'd be so cool to take a look off the top with your lunette d'approche, though. I'm amazed this thing hasn't toppled off this cliff by now." She butchers the pronounciation, obviously. At the slight angle that the arms of the wheel are at, it's possible to lean some of your weight into the trusses to make climbing easier. A short ways up, already a dizzying several stories off the ground and hundreds of feet off the cliffside, Petra tucks herself into the X between two intersecting metal beams, looking down at Matilda following behind her. A rope of Silver snakes down, wrapping in a loose loop around her wrist, squeezing briefly like a reassuring grip without giving her any assistance. Looking directly downwards off the cliff, Petra wonders aloud, "I wonder how many things have just fallen down there, actually. Maybe that's where the ramp or ladder or whatever went. There's no path from the Sanatorium around that side, it looks like, so it's totally possible no one's been close to that area for a hundred years."
Foundation Scions	Matilda quickly moves to balance out the car's wobbling, before Petra's even finished signalling her to do so; she doesn't really like the teeter-tottering! Vaguely nervous, "It, bodes well, i would think, that they are not so-rusted as to potentially be rusted through, no?" But worry is so easy to overwrite with praise! Scoffing, pleased, "Petra! I would, of course, never be an underhanded pirate! But- er, it is not as if I have seen her operate any sort of watercraft, or, to swashbuckle with swords on-top of one!" Then, bragging, "She does not have a sword, but I do!" Does Matilda want to be a cooler pirate than Regulus? 'Leave that here at the bottom seats. I'm serious, you're not making it up with half again your body weight.' "I most certainly could!" Matilda insists, while immediately listening and shrugging the bowling ball bag off to keep there for later. She does actually wobble a little bit as she's freed from it. "I am quite physically capable! I scored only the highest marks!" She was good at PE at the evil orphan academy. Then, in a little panic, "Ah, but-! I can't forget!")] She grabs up a silver tube, the collapsed spyglass she was referring to. It doesn't look special, but she's careful to tuck it into an inside pocket of her jacket, and button it back up. Matilda gloves up, and admires the Equipment by locking her arms out in front of her- "Quite handy!" she remarks, potentially unintentionally punny. Matilda is careful to start climbing up more opposite Petra, so the cab doesn't wobble, until they're both off of the cab and onto the body of the wheel itself. Matilda is a little bit faster moving without the bag weighing her down, but she does take occasional pauses to gasp and stare out at the view. "Ah-hah! Matilda always comes prepared- I am so glad to have brought the looking glass~! You will see!" She giggles, a little easier than her usual, and giggles again when the Silver rope latches on. Humming tunelessly, she starts to clamber upwards, staying behind Petra with surprisingly little trouble. She's so brave! "I wonder if it would even make a noise, to drop something down from up here! Maybe there are interesting things to find! Ah, ah! Let's look, from the top!" She pats her torso, where the spyglass is kept, loosely swinging her weight around where she's perched on a truss. Wind ruffling up her hair a little, it's a remarkably silly spot for a weird little French girl to be, but, she likes to be high up! Wow! "I wonder how long it will be until the sun sets! Not that the sky is clear, or the lights are working, but-! J'imagine que ce sera joli!"
Petra Soroka	"She does not have a sword, but I do!" Petra doesn't know about Matilda being in Trideag! Or maybe she does, and she's forgotten! Either way, her immediate assumption is that there's no chance in hell that the Foundation would allow Matilda to have a sword, and therefore she must be hiding it. She cackles, thrilled, while hanging off a truss to look down at her. "You have a sword? Why? Have you ever used it?" Matilda is given a thoughtless little 'good thinking,' about grabbing the cute little spyglass, while Petra navigates her way further up. In a move that'd be very inadvisable for anyone but her, she wedges her feet in the corner of an intersection of metal, grabs the outermost beam of the Ferris wheel's arm, and leans out over the cliffside to get a perfectly uninterrupted view, like she's hanging off a mast. "Wow, there's so much of a view from here. That's gotta be the whole Spire thing, right? And that's... windmills or something, over there? Too bad I didn't bring any camera better than my phone." With a 'hup', she pulls herself up standing on the arm, close enough to investigate the tangle of mechanisms at the center of the wheel now. It's easier to find something to grip where the arms all converge, but they're tightly enough together that it becomes a question of navigating the nest of thick rusty metal without getting stuck or scraped on something, all while a couple dozen meters off the ground. With the Silver trailing behind her to keep a hold on Matilda, partly for her comfort but mostly for Petra's, she starts clambering one leg-up at a time through the 180 degree rotation of arms from bottom to top. "Do we have anything to throw off the top? Oh, oh, maybe we can detatch one of the seats and drop it? I've got all the tools for it right here," she says, with the Silver around Matilda's wrist doing a demonstrative little wiggle. As long as you've got a bit of moxie-- and Petra and Matilda are soooo full of moxie!!!-- standing on the upper side of the center of the wheel is barely any different from standing on the ground, except for the dizzying view. The wind up here, elevated both by the mountain and then by getting a hundred feet off the ground, is noticeably stronger and bitingly chilly, and Petra bounces and shivers while catching her breath until a narrower support underneath her feet squeals and splits down the middle. Exhilirated by adrenaline, Petra laughs and jumps to lean her weight against the larger portion of the arm. "Ahahaha! Scary! Wow!" The last stretch up to the top is the most precarious, but also nothing new. Even Petra's a little hesitant on trying to pull open the door to the topmost cab while hanging off of the arm, so the Silver sneaks around to open the latch for her, swinging the door open. She grips the bottom ledge where the door was, then lifts, legs swinging and dangling above the open ground for just a second before she hauls herself in. "Okay, Matilda! It's good to go! How're you feeling?"
Foundation Scions	'You have a sword? Why? Have you ever used it?' "Hein? It is expected for Fixers of the Trídéag! 'Connaître les Papillons'," Matilda adds, a little bit proud. "I, er, have not over-long been a sword-fighter, though that is not to say I am unskilled! But, it has not-yet been the case that I have had the need to trust it over arcanum, for dangerous circumstances! But, but! I most-regularly use it; Investigator Sonetto and I practice on occassion," She's starting to dreamily mumble-off, imagining finally besting her for realsies in a duel, with some wager that's opportune for Matilda, that'll clearly be the starting-point to a storybook romance befitting her autobiography. Matilda isn't as eager to copy Petra's motion, she's far-more preferring to keep a larger number of her limbs in contact with what she's climbing on, but she does lean still to share the view, giggling excitedly. "A camera would have been a good idea! But, memory, it is like a camera! You just have to focus very-hard!" Hugging a metal bar, Matilda wraps a hand around to tap the side of her forehead, while looking out, and makes a little camera-noise sound effect. For the central part of the wheel, Matilda is careful to follow mostly the same route Petra pioneers, with the advantage of not having to copy mistakes she makes. It's not that she isn't excited to figure it out and clamber, but, there's only so many good ways to go about this, and it would be embarrassing to mess it up when she's already the one following! Clearly, she could figure it all out herself if she needed to! She's good at this! Praise her! Yippee! It's quite the tangle to duck and move through, though, and it's so much more convenient without that heavy bag. She still makes a very pleased noise when they're up to the top-half! "Ah, brr! Il fait assez frais!" Matilda calls, shivering a little bit, up against the cold metal in the breeze. A little bit anxious, now that there's a better view, she looks back towards the park itself, making certain the large Horror hasn't decided to wander back in, and re-take its Ferris Wheel home. 'Do we have anything to throw off the top?' "Une chaussure?" Matilda suggests, before, quickly, "Ah! No, that would, of course, be a terrible idea! It is a joke, only!" Then a giggle! Uh-oh. Matilda Bouanich might be beginning to face the Effects of the dangerous potion known as a small dose of THC. Matilda also yelps, and a little late, offers Petra a "Ah! Watch out!" when the bar splits. Clinging tight herself, she double-checks the bars she's relying on, and takes a deep breath. Scolding, "Be careful, Petra! This is a very-high spot to fall from!" A lot more trembly than before, from cold and from adrenaline, the last stretch takes Matilda longer; she's an admirable clamberer but this is a lot! She makes it up to the point of the structure, as high as she can go before the car, and patiently waits for Petra to get herself in (while hugging the bar incredibly tight.) 'It's good to go! How're you feeling?' "It is very high!" Matilda adds, not quite answering, then, tired and nervous, "I feel perfectly-fine! Please help me into the car, I, would like to sit down!" Quick, "To enjoy the view! And not for any other reason!"