Funderland had been closed for hours. Any prying and out-of-place eyes had long since gone, back to the routines of normalcy. This was not so for the Freehold, for those who only knew 'normal' as a distant and sometimes hazy memory. The night had only begun for them!
The carousel was light brightly, with music playing softly through its speakers. It turned slowly, slow enough to easily step on to. With the slow revolution, came the slow dance of some beautifully painted wooden horses. They bobbed up and down, ever so slowly. Other horses, remained absolutely stationary, frozen from any up and down motion as they travelled their circle path. Beyond the lights, sound, and exquisitely carved horses, were the mirrors on the interior portion that masked the mechanics and the intricate and vividly colored carvings throughout the carousel that were much more noticeable up close.
Tonight was a meet and greet, with the thought of potential motley mate in the mix. If there was certainty that a Motley wasn't for you, then maybe you just found yourself here for the comfort of being around those who had suffered and survived similar horrors...
Blink sat backwards, preternaturally balanced on one of the horses that slowly bobbed up and down. Her hand was held out in front of her face, as she watched the eldritch tattoo slowly creep down to her forearm. It may have been strange at one time, that they moved and she never even felt a thing, but now...it just was.
Blink did not even think to much on the significance of each of the tattoos; each one earned by being hunted down, mauled, torn apart, and killed, then remade. Sure a girl could still dream about all that shit, happening over and over again, but she just did not link the experience when she saw the fey-like script. They were just something she unconsciously ignored.
Blink's arms stretched high into the air, with her hands coming together, then back. Her back pressed up against the mane of one of the carved horses as she stretched. The flexibility was readily apparent, prior to returning back to her normal posture - this time though her hand rested on her knee.