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[the scribe]

May 10th, 1994
Pittsburgh, PA

Jape Ollender stared at himself in the mirror, naked. He was a magnificent beast. His chest hair curly and thick, his beard rugged and handsome.

It was once again time to welcome the excited teens to his home, to his world. To Adventureland. Of course, he'd have to put on some clothes, first.

Every year he was the same. He was always so eager to make an impression that he'd try out a new look. A new style of facial hair, a new pair of glasses. Last year, he went for the handlebar look, but the compliments were few and far between and did little to heighten his position of power. If anything, he became an easier target to ridicule.

All Jape wanted was to be like his Father. Disciplined. Organised. Smart. And yet, he found himself wondering if he should just shave off all of his body hair. Maybe that was the key to authority.

Still, Jape thought over this year's crew. There was Lucifer McGee. The kid had always scared him, and it wasn't because of his namesake. No, it was because he was incredibly attractive and charming. Jape always found those types to be the hardest to intimidate. Still, Lucky was a returning worker, and Jape had had no complaints...yet. Nicola Paolo was one of the longest running workers at Adventureland. He wasn't the most efficient of employees, but was always incredibly chilled. Jape actually found his recurrence comforting, as if he was a kind, dying great aunt or an old, reliable dog. Sheena Williamson another returning employee, though she seemed more trouble than she was worth. She was the reason that so many boys had signed up to the work programme last year, although she wasn't quite as popular it seemed, now.

Beatrice Hayes was fresh meat. Jape had painted a picture of her in his head. Prim and proper and gentle. Her application was so clean and pristine. It didn't even contain one curse word. Millard Myrick was similar in that he was coming into his first year at Adventureland. With a name like that, Jape half expected him to be the son of some Hollywood star, but that was yet to be proven. Caliope Romana's application stated her home as Hawaii. Jape didn't even realise Hawaii was in the US. He had to Google it. Then again, he also thought that a grilled cheese was literally a block of cheese, melted in a grill. Laura Mackenzie; Jape recognised the name but was too wrapped up in his facial hair to think about why. The last of the lot was Markus Adams. A boring name, really, compared to the rest. Jape assumed he'd be boring, too. He was sure his application had tear stains on it.

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Episode One - Scene One

The Slight Possibility of New Beginnings



To Do:

Newbies: [/B]
If this is your first year at Adventureland, you probably don't know what you're doing. Say goodbye to you family, or taxi drivers, and get on over to the rest shed. Jape will be with you shortly, with your uniforms and schedules.



Alumni:
This aint your first rodeo. This is your second, third, or maybe fourth year at Adventureland. You know the drill. Rest hall, schedule, socialise briefly, then work. You're already at the park, in the rest hall, with the other returning workers, so wait your impatient asses for Jape and the newbies and NO that isn't a hot new alt band. And remember, be welcoming. Don't scare away the new kids.

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[the scribe]

The rest hall was a familiar place to Sheena. The first time she'd seen it, it had been a refuge. A new home for the Summer. A way of blocking out all thoughts of her Father, and focusing on seven weeks of hard earned cash. Of course, it had changed, from her perspective. In a sense, it was still a refuge, but now from sticky, sugar-coated children and angry parents who hadn't won their kids a teddy bear. But, this was the easiest Summer position to get into and besides, she had unfinished business. Last year, Sheena had been a little quieter than usual. It was the run up to her senior year. She was stressed and irritated and focused on what college she wanted to go to and when. It was only when she was leaving for the new school season that she heard some beefcake had been spreading the rumour that they had gotten it onbehind the basketball game, or under the mega-slide or after hours in the arcade. Everyone seemed to have a different story and tale, each more thrilling and defamatory than the last. By the time Sheen had heard the rumours; it was too late. It was time to go home, and she'd have to wait another year before she could confront the ass hole. Lucifer McGee. She had remembered seeing him around, and now she had finally gotten her time to rub his name through the dirt. He would have a terrible Summer, Sheena would make sure of it. Even if she had to sidle up to the beast that was Jape Ollender.

There was, however, some refuge in Adventureland. Nicola, for example, was always a friendly face. If she needed to check out of the noisiness of the park for a couple of minutes, she could always find him having a rest behind one of the attractions. He had been there ever year that she had, and it was always a sure thing that he'd return. Sheen was excited for the new kids, too. There was something so gratifying about being the experienced worker; she knew the ins and outs of Adventureland; she knew the secret hiding spots, the way to jiggle the grabber machine to make sure you won. She enjoyed the feeling of superiority and was ready to be a third year returning employee of Adventureland, especially knowing that it would most likely be her last.

Sheena was surprised to find that she was the first person to arrive. The rest hall was empty; the metal tables were still layered with rust and graffiti. Sheena found a spot by the window and rolled her suitcase by her side. She looked at her watch. It was 10:02am. Jape was to be there by 10:30am, although he was usually early, to chastise anyone who dared turn up a minute before the scheduled meeting time. Sighing, Sheena tucked her hands into the pockets of her shorts. The
beginning of a riveting Summer.


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[Jewel]

Nicola Paolo​

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Ahh. Breath in the good old smell of American deceit and false promise. At last, Nicola was back in Adventureland: America’s most ridiculous and elaborate capitalist scheme since selling the suburb housewife toaster bacon. But really, he adored it here, as much as he acted like he didn’t. He loved the smell of cotton candy, the delighted screams of young children, and seeing the excitement on their messy faces when they hurled darts at balloons, or when the wheel almost landed on their number. It resonated with his more cherished memories, ones where he would come to this park with his dad when he was a kid, before he knew that every game was a scam and that every employee was underpaid and sweaty. Simpler times.

He approached the Rest Hall, which was as dingy and “loved” as the rest of the employee-designated buildings, and he let the door swing open wide to announce his arrival. The inside of the hall still smelled like fish sticks, to his surprise. Some one-time newbie had microwaved over two dozen frozen sticks in the microwave (back when it still worked) over the course of one day (not making this up) and while the kid had left, the smell remained. Sometimes, when the wind came in through the windows and the smell became extra present, Nicola liked to pretend that the ghost of Nickles Gabsey was here and still making sticks.

“Ahhh, so the scarlet woman returns,” he used the derogatory phrase affectionately, having assumed their playful friendship from last year was still very much in affect. But even he had heard about what happened near the end of last summer. Her and Lucky? Who would have thought? He certainly wouldn’t have guessed, but of course, he wasn’t one to stray far from an interesting story. Had it occurred sooner, or had he heard about it before the summer was over, he may have spread the story around as well, perhaps even exaggerating it or adding an unrealistic twist to it- but as things stood, he hadn’t.

Nicola slung his duffle bag up onto one of the tables, ignoring the creak of its ugly rusted legs. “Are we the first ones here?” He glanced around the room and then he nodded, as if answering his own question. “Sweet.” He glanced over at Sheena, raising an eyebrow in her direction. “One more summer, eh? Aren’t you going off to college to study… uhhh… Forensic Science?” He had no idea, random guess.

 

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L U C I F E R

Let it be known that if he didn't have to say it then he totally wouldn't have. She was only the first person he could think of. They'd shared a good deal of shifts together and might have became the best of friends if it wasn't for his idiot brother. Charlie just had to put his nose where it didn't belong and start the rumor himself. But, Lucky was just as much to blame for not stopping the rumors where they started.

It wasn't his fault he was gay. And it sure as hell wasn't the time for him to come bursting out of the closet. But, one perk to this whole nightmare was the change of his status. Suddenly his sarcastic behavior was charming. Suddenly he was the type of guy everyone wanted around. All that from a big ass lie. And it wasn't like Lucky hadn't tried to tell the truth. He did...he really did. But, that would mean he would have to tell the entire truth. And that wasn't something he wanted to do. Not with a Dad like his.

Lucky slid the "AdventureLAND" shirt halfway over his head, walking toward the Rest Hall. He opened the double doors to find Nic and Sheena waiting for everybody. The awkwardness was so thick on the air you could braid it. He took a few tenative steps toward the two. His eyes were trained on Sheena's. which held a fire that threatened to burn him alive.

"Hey there...How's it hanging?" He asked, wishing he could hang himself. He pulled the rest of his shirt down and crossed his arms, waiting for the screams and accusations to start flying.

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[Lizy]

Laura MacKenzie

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location: rest hall
with: sheena, nicola, lucifer
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Laura had memories of working at Adventureland three years ago. She absolutely did not want to return. It wasn't that her summer there was bad either, most of her memories were good ones. She had fun, made a few friends, got into a bit of trouble. It was her definition of a good time. That time just seemed so far away now. So much changed in the years she stopped working at Adventureland. The death of her brother brought changes into her life. It took her what seemed like forever to get over them. It still wasn't the same as before. Her brother was her rock, nothing was the same without him. Laura changed a bit as well. Not quite the optimist she once was, she started thinking more about the negatives in life. She seemed to regain some life after a bit of time passed. Of course she still knew how to have a good time. She just wasn't that positive, carefree, rebel she once was. Being back at Adventureland made memories of what once was come back up. She took a sigh. This was going to be a long summer.

She recalled the usual procedure quite well, so she headed over to the rest hall, luggage in hand. She was a bit early, so she took her time walking. She tried to think of the positives. At least she was getting paid. And maybe this would be at least a little fun. Laura didn't want to seem too different from the last time she was here. If there were people that remembered her, she didn't want them asking questions. She was planning to avoid the topic of her brother completely, so she didn't even think about what she'd do if someone asked about him. She just considered any upside to the situation and planted a small smile on her face as she opened the doors to the rest hall.

"Hey hey hey!" Laura called out as she entered. She noted the three people in the room. She remembered Nicola and Sheena from her first year. She didn't particularly get along with Sheena, but liked Nicola well enough. She didn't know the third person in the room, but assumed the others did as it seemed pretty tense when she entered. She walked toward the group and wondered if they even remembered her. However, she did get pretty wild during her one summer at Adventureland. She may or may not have broken a cotton candy machine. If they'd remember anyone from three years ago, it would probably be her. Laura sat down on top of the rusting table by the group. "In case you don't remember or know me, I'm Laura," she smiled, "How have you guys been?"

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SOLARIS

Beatrice Hayes

"O-ooh, sure!"

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Leaning her head against the window of the taxi, Beatrice could only hear the roar of Blondie in her ears as the older vehicle bumped along the dirt path. The car hit a particularly large pot-hole, and Beatrice let out a loud 'ow' as her head smacked into the window. Her Disc-man slid off the seat, before knocking itself onto the floor of the car. Instantly, the music was cut off as the CD popped out from the frame inside. Reaching up to rub at her forehead and let out a groan, Bea bent forward to snatch up the device. Of course, the seat-belt decided to snap into place and restrain the girl for a moment with a loud wheezing following. Her fingers dug under the belt, and she yanked it forward as she snatched up both the player and the CD. Peering down at the empty slot, Beatrice screwed her nose up and simply pulled out the earbud that had managed to stay in during the little tumble.

She was done listening to the song, for now.

Beatrice sighed as she slid the CD back into the slot, but resorted to simply closing the lid and pushing the device into her bag. She had lost her Fleetwood Mac CD, so she was stuck with Blondie for now. Not that Blondie was bad, but it was growing a bit...too much. She'd much rather jam out to Stevie Nicks at the moment, but she was out of luck when it came to that. Instead, she decided to just spend the remaining five minutes in silence. Gave her time to collect her thoughts, and stare dramatically out the window. (Though she wasn't planning to lean her head on the window anymore, due to the bruise that was probably forming.) She gingerly brushed her fingers against her forehead under her bangs, and winced a bit at the pain that responded. At least it was covered by her terribly hair choice. God, what had she been thinking? Bangs didn't suit her, she knew that. Meghan had mentioned it once before, so she knew that they'd be bad on her.

Even if she didn't talk to Meghan anymore. She was still smart about fashion. In fact, Bea was starting to wonder how Meghan was doing. Even though she had made her cry the last time--

An 'oof' sounded as the taxi suddenly stopped, before the driver turned back in the seat and grinned at her. His graying mustache was bushy, and covered most of his upper lip. "We're here, missus. You mama paid for the fee, so you're all good to go," he said with another smile, before patting the back of passenger seat and turning around. Letting out a quick sigh, Beatrice moved to scoop up her handbag and open the door of the car.

"Thank you, sir. I hope you have a good summer!" She announced loudly to him as she slipped out, before closing the door behind her and moving towards the trunk to retrieve her suitcases. Had she packed enough? Surely, she had two huge bags. Besides, if she ran out of outfits...There had to be a mall nearby. Shaking her head clear, she hauled the suitcases out and waved to the driver as he reversed and went on his merry way. Resting one suitcase against her leg, Beatrice dug into her pocket and pulled out a small slip of paper. It was the name of the area she was supposed to stop by first, though the name was less than desirable. A shed...Well, maybe it was homely. Sheds could be homely, right?

Shaking her head clear, she shoved the piece of paper back into her pocket and gripped one handle in each hand. With a rather determined look, Beatrice tugged herself on over to the aforementioned 'rest shed.' Her nose crinkled up at the various scents she picked up on the way there, but soon she was pushing open the door to the shed with her hip and peering inside. Another shove, and the door was fully opened to reveal...

An empty room. Beatrice was the first one there, of course.

Letting out a sigh, the girl tugged her bags over the small bump in the doorway and moved them towards the corner. She then pulled down the sleeves of her sweatshirt, tilting her head back to look at the ceiling. Her attention turned over to the window, and she moved to lean against it and peer outside. When would everyone else get here?

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[zippy]

Mills Myrick

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Maybe the dreadful awkwardness of Mills' ride was a warning of what was to come. Perhaps this wouldn't be the summer that the frail redheaded boy finally lost his v-card to the shining goddess who took a keen liking to him. Perchance instead of slowly pulling up to the amusement park where he would work for the summer, he should've instructed his mother to turn around, drive away, and never ever look back. Nope. Mills entertained absolutely none of those doubts that attempted to strangle his happiness and excitement. This was the summer that Millard Mitchell Myrick would redefine himself.

Again...

Nose pressed against the warm glass of the car window, Mills peeked out as he watched other's arrive and disappear into the park. Considering the park wasn't quite open yet, Mills assumed they were his coworkers. After relentlessly annoying his mother for the past week, she finally agreed to leave more than an hour earlier than was necessary. The car ride was incredibly mood dimming. Each time Mills had opened his mouth to request music, a hiss escaped his mother to hush him up. So the entire ride there was quiet and as a result, contemplative. Who would Mills be this summer? It wasn't like any of these people would know him, especially considering he technically wasn't even from the same state. It could be a whole new him.

Of course, he'd arrived ridiculously early. But instead of exiting the car he simply sat there, staring. Waiting nervously as more and more people arrived and his hot breath fogged up the window beneath where his pointy nose rested. It was a bit of a problem actually, as the clock ticked on he went from being obnoxiously early to dangerously close to being late. Finally, his mother had enough, twisting in her seat and giving him a striking glare.

"Millard Myrick this is getting ridiculous. Don't make me get you out this car myself. And I will! I will embarrass just as I've embarrassed your brother."

Mills pulled away from the window, cheeks flushed as he finally realized how silly he was being. It was just a job. At an amusement park. And probably with cute girls...

Ok, he was getting distracted now. He offered his mother a quiet sorry before grabbing his drawstring bag with one hand and suitcase with the other, finally opening the car door. Stepping out of the car, Mills felt a sudden resurgence of confidence and excitement. It was really happening. He was really here. Now all he had to do was set his plan into motion and there was absolutely no way this summer could go wrong. Though the boy didn't have a mirror, he fussed with his hair a bit and retucked his shirt. One more deep breath and Mills turned to say goodbye to his mother.

"Thanks, Mom. I love you."

The last three words were missed by his mother, as she'd already rolled up the car window and started to drive away. It hurt quite a bit, and his eyes burned with tears that threatened to fall. But the offending drops were quickly swiped away with the back of his hand as he shrugged his bag up higher on his shoulder and spun on his heels.

Whatever the rest shed was, Mills assumed that it was separate from the rest hall. And as he entered the somewhat rundown structure his suspiscions were confirmed. It was just him and another girl in this one room. They must have been the newbies, waiting to receive uniforms and further directions. It made sense. Mills tilted his head back in greeting, his hair flopping around with no care as to what gravity dictated of it.

"Hey girl," he said smoothly. Well, it would've been smooth. Except he'd tried to rest his elbow cooly on his suitcase. The suitcase clearly didn't like that, lurching out from underneath him and sending him stumbling almost to the floor. Though he'd saved himself, the same couldn't be said for the first impression that would be ingrained into the girl's brain forever and ever. "The name's Mills," he continued, barely even missing a beat. If anyone could roll with the punches it was him.

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