dreaming

Sawdust and wood chippings are spread across the ground, and the smell of wood and fried treats permeates the air. Despite the fact that the midway has been stomped down by hundreds of feet, and despite the bright, shiny lights everywhere, the entire carnival is quiet enough to hear a pin drop. No one is here, not a single child or parent. No one's at the booths or in the trailers. The ferris wheel moves in the distance, empty of passengers.

The way out is hard to discern. All that can really be seen beyond the rides, in the fading light of day, are the shadows of a gray, rolling landscape.

A single jet flies overhead, filling the sky with sound for one short moment.

[ooc: Feel free to have your character wander in and interact. :3

ETA: Okay, so apparently it's a good time for my migraine to resurface. Awesome. I'll be slow but I'll still be replying. Just...slow. >_>; ]