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 Posted: Mon May 16, 2016 7:22 pm
 It seemed like it had been a while since the carnival had stopped it's traveling. Roisin thought this was a good thing, as it gave many carnies the chance to simply rest and breath easy for a bit. If one ignored the fact eventually all their provisions were going to run out and they hadn't established a way to generate money yet to replace those provisions. The little pony girl skirted around the tent that was marked as Venezias, then hesitated outside of it. Should she knock? She was sure he'd know she was there, but what if he was in there doing something like...tweezing his eyebrows? If he had any.Which now that she thought about it, was a utterly foolish concern. Gods didn't need to tweeze anything. "Lord Venezia?" Roisin called from the opening of the tent. "May I come in?"(For whenever you are ready to reply. No rush!)
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Posted: Thu Jun 16, 2016 4:23 pm
Venezia was pondering exactly where to place what attraction and where to have what food stand. The list was vast and ever growing as he thought of more and more things to make the new carnival as perfect as possible. Little did he know his followers were steps ahead of him - which probably was a good thing. He would get to a point he'd crumble up the paper he was writing on and toss it towards a target he had hung up and begin anew. Judging by the amount of crumbled papers, it was a reoccurring thing. He paused briefly at sensing Roisin outside his tent and when she finally spoke he chuckled under his mask. "Of course you may~ Step right up."
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Posted: Fri Jun 17, 2016 11:14 pm
Once Roisin heard Venezia grant her permission to enter, the pony girl boldly trotted inside. She glanced at the pile of crumpled papers curiously. With a flick of her ears she wandered over to her God. "I came to see how you were doing." She said in statement of her intentions behind her visit. "You have been cooped up quite a bit." She observed with another glance at the crumpled papers. "Though not idle. What have you been working on my Lord?"
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