Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27461238-20151012234458/@comment-27235572-20151017225740

The Oh, If I Could But Shiver! booth was a marvel of engineering, in the sense that it was a wonder that it was still standing. Pieces of stone shaped to look like the death castle were supported by seemingly flimsy wooden shafts stuck firmly in the ground. Still, Quinn feared the whole structure would collapse and it was all her father's idea.

Displayed in the booth were her father's treasures, reminders of both his fairy tale and their home. Fools Town currency dotted the interior of the booth, glittering in the light. A long and terrible knife was hung proudly on one of the walls, its malevolence frightening to behold. While Quigley had assured her that it was just because of the blood it had tasted, she wasn't so sure.

Some of the other assorted items were pieces of ropes from the gallows, fur from the beasts that had attacked her father and a fish that had been dumped on his head while it slept, all testimonies to his tale. (The fish was held in a bowl, swimming around lazily within it.)

"Hallo, Vater." Quinn greeted him in German, having returned with the cutting board he had asked her to fetch. "Quinn! English!" He rapped her knuckles gently with his, not at all fazed by her wince. "S-Sorry." She apologized slowly, staring down at her feet. Ignoring this, he exited the booth. "I'm going to get some food. Go ahead and man the booth, alright?" Without listening to her protests, he walked away, whistling.

"Danke, D-Dad." She mumbled under her breath, entering the booth and closing the door behind her. Hopefully, someone would visit, though Quinn doubted it. It wasn't like her story was actually popular.