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Finally, an idea popped into his head. Quickly, he moved to the side, watching as the drink darted to the other. His hand whipped out, grabbed a chair, and slide it towards the other side, causing the drink to halt and then skitter away, avoiding the furniture. Zale made a move for the drink as it backed up, seemingly more focused on the chair than the boy. However, he had misjudged its reaction time, for in seconds it had jumped away, centimeters from his hand, and vanished into the room. No matter where he looked he could not find it, the boy was left feeling discouraged.

Flopping onto his bottom, he grunted to himself. Fine. Fine. He'd need to try harder. Perhaps use his hoodie. This was becoming annoying, and he was getting tense.

It seemed Zale's luck hated him, not only did he fail at capturing two foods already, but something that probably would not taste good floated by him. He eyed it quietly, almost deciding to ditch it in favor or something more.... favorable. However, he was hungry. A growing hungry boy, which meant that the taste didn't matter at this point. He sighed as he brushed himself off, lowered his hood so he could see everywhere as opposed to only what was right before him, and gritted his teeth.

Arceus, he was going to get a snack!

In a graceless flurry, Amias ran after the pink lemonade with his arms outstretched. Like they typically do, the baltoy's legs failed him, and he came crashing down onto the floor with an umph! Amias frowned as he watched the snack escape and disappear into the crowd. Feeling only slightly discouraged, the baltoy sat up and gazed around for a new target. This time he'd try levitating, it was his favorite mode of transportation. Plus, it failed him slightly less often. He still needed a bit of practice.

A look of determination struck his features as his little feet lifted from the ground. The snacks couldn't get away so easily now... But first he had to make sure his rock was still safe in his scarf. That was quite a nasty fall, after all.

(I can delete this if its not okay.)

Firefly rubbed his arm awkwardly as his Papa wordlessly dropped him off in the gradually becoming more crowded area. The scyther gently pushed the young eevee forwards, then scratched his scruffy face as Firefly stepped further and further away.

Skyler, or Firefly as he had nicknamed himself, was nervous of these boys. He wore an adorable dress, hair lock hanging down over his eye. He never had a good time at these big social gatherings, especially with so many kids. His papa said he lacked confidence, but he didn't see when the brats pushed his son in the mud or stole his lunch money. This might be just what he needed.


Firefly was late to go chasing after food. That looked rough and hard and messy. He didn't want to ruin his dress. But then something shiny ran right through his feet. A coin? He liked money. Maybe it was real! He slowly stepped out and began to toddle behind it, his big fluffy tail waving.

Honestly Ryder was surprised that he had even managed to arrive in the right district. His keeper, a flighty Clefairy, was about as directionally sound as he was... Which meant not directionally sound at all. Despite that he had managed to wander over to the group of kids gathered nearby in time to hear that they had to catch their food. Almost immediately his stomach growled in protest and his bottom lip pushed out in a small pout; What?! Heaving a sigh, the Ponyta brushed a clump of white and blue hair from his eyes and peered around at the mischievous foods; which should he attempt to capture...?

Isaac arrived without his Guardian's help, seeing as he lived not only in Clubs but also a reasonable distance from the location of this event. He had walked, and he was rather glad he had. He always loved excising. His eyes flicked, noticing Zale, a boy he had seen once or twice before. Sully and Henrik were extremely close, it was only natural they had bumped paths. However, Isaac was not a frightened sort. No. He was energetic, loud, and sometimes rude, yes. He did not need to slip beside Zale to comfort himself. He was perfectly fine and sound where he was.

The young Eevee already had traces of blue around him, his hair being mostly brown with blue tips and streaks. It was already apparent that he'd be a Vaporeon one day, not questions asked. He glanced about, skin twitching as he realized how dry it was in the room. He didn't like it, not one bit.

His tail swished slightly, eyes raising as he noticed how active it was. Food was rampant, kids were freaking. He put two and two together, grinning ear to ear. Just what he enjoyed! A game!

A Spam Roll floated by and he grinned like a feral cat, lashing out with sharp nails. He missed, but he hadn't really been trying. Cracking his knuckles, the boy began to get to work.

Maximilian looked clearly disgruntled, as he tried to pick the lock to the FunHouse. It was not altogether clear that was what he was doing, as the lock appeared to be a series of different coloured lights shining down on a white card. Maximilian was sliding the white card from light to light in different orders, muttering to himself, completely ignoring the children until he shot back a: "We'd really better be on our way to the tents soon, children!"

It was utter chaos amongst the infants. Logan's half-eaten bag of chips replied in a tinny disinterested voice: "If you lost any one person and you could never find them again, who would you be most scared of losing?"

Logan's tail flicked back and forth in irritation. He did not want to answer this in the least. Gritting his teeth, he finally said, "My father, Briar," not to be confused with the little eevee.











Logan watched the bright-blue ponyta snag the timbit and eat it off the floor. By this time, his chip bag had rendered itself motionless, in order for Logan to claim his prize, but he was entirely nauseous after watching the boy ... be disgusting, basically. Logan gave his chip bag to Ryder with a sullen tail-flick and his ears flat down. "I don't want it," he told the boy, stalking off towards the circus tends.

Maximilian was about to give up in frustration, when he realized that the small growlithe already knew the way. "Oh, excellent! Please follow that boy, children, and sleep wherever, I don't care," Maximilian said, hooting faintly at the end of his sentence to punctuate how little he did care, before pushing his gold-rimmed round glasses up on his nose again and returning to trying to break into the Fun House.

[[OOC: At this point, feel free to RP your response and then RP amongst yourselves as Maximilian leads you to the Circus; infants can sleep anywhere within the tents they want, you can be creative! Anyone who completes a truth or dare challenge at all can ICly claim their infant's food. It's now a free-for-all RP until I open the next one tomorrow, where we'll be starting off in the next faction-- sorry I'm so exhausted this week, guys!]]