Fun House [Open]

The unmistakable euphoria of the hall was ever as inviting as the warmth of holiday party, everyone was invited, there was plenty of food, drink and entertainment for all. The aromas and hearty allures of freshly roasted meats, hot gravies and sauerkraut wafted from the buffet lines; the music itself reminiscent to a serenade of some old encampment, in which a faux bard sang about a hero and a dragon. The place was rather packed, considering it was possibly the biggest pseudo food court between here and Rock n’ Roll land that wasn’t a funnel cake cart. It was to be expected with so large a park, which is why Celeste took measures to avoid the more obnoxious outings to keep to herself.

Lunch didn’t prove to be much when she finally sat down with her tray, the makings of an impromptu chicken salad made with what she could find at the salad bar. The blond’s disappointment had been profound to find it was almost picked clean, and was waiting to be refilled at that. Who knew. She wasn’t one to really care enough today, all that mattered was just managing to eat anything remotely pleasant. The girl went to pick at her food, before her seat was abruptly jarred about by a family at the other end of the bench. Celeste had to frown after her plate had been pushed away in the momentum of it all. As she made to lean over to retrieve it, her previous seat and those across from it were quickly filled by another group.

The witch looked back at these gluttonous fools, too oblivious to her presence as they remained swept up in their debate over which celebrity had the best hair. There remained an uncomfortable place where she now was, between these loud burping and smacking debaters, and a crying child belonging to the family that had taken up space several feet away. At least the music was nice – or so she thought, before she actually had a chance to tune in to it. From where she sat the guy sounded off key, but it was so hard to tell through all the ambient chatter that seemed to fill the room like a warrior monk’s ki.

”Just breathe Celeste, you knew it wasn’t going to be a picnic.”

The witch sighed, took a moment to collect herself, before she would attempt once more to resume her meal. It wasn’t very satisfying, the dressing was rather runny, and the meat itself seemed a little undercooked. The sorceress wondered whether or not it would have been more palatable if she’d conjured the damn thing instead. She didn’t know much about cooking, it’s the main reason she never ate anything woven by anyone who didn’t either. The results were simply bland, like cardboard, like this sad excuse for a Caeser salad. Celeste didn’t know who Caeser was, but she was quite certain he would have disapproved with the way they were handling things here.

Eventually after contemplating another bite, convincing herself one more was enough, she would find mashed potatoes and gravy unceremoniously splattered across her left cheek mid-bite. Her eyes went wide before they narrowed in a frown, lettuce falling out of a mouth fallen open with appalment and disbelief. Celeste would drop the fork, spit out the rest, then take to wiping off the taters with the toilet paper thin napkin she had been given with her frail plastic cutlery. She offered a disdainful sigh to how the luck of her day was going, chin finding rest on an open palm as she made to begin pouting at the table. She was at a loss on where to look next, and truthfully – lunch was already beginning to prove another disappointment today.

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