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A Phantasy Script Part 32: Welcome to the Prismire pal

Surrounded in a white mist, the city looks more like a carnival than anything else as a giant marquee is within the centre of Prismire with stalls and rides on the outskirts and fireworks being shot of left right and centre. Illuminating the sky, though it is daytime.

General: This isn't what I had expected, at all.

Jokesum: Well, I know it isn't what we expected but why don't we go see what is what over yonder?

Shrugging, the rest of the party agree as they make their way towards a ticket booth with a very disgruntled looking goblin handing out tickets towards those that are going in. Walking towards it, the Hunter's Guild all smile as it seems to chew something then spits out some of the contents of its mouth.

Goblin: Welcome to Prismire, home of fun. I assume you would like four tickets, yeah?

Berd: Uh, yes please! How much would that be?

The goblin chews and looks at Berd for a while before replying.

Goblin: Four tickets is the total. You will need to give up something valuable to yourselves, to pay for each one. No coin value.

Fylec: Like a golden goblet?

The goblin chews some more and looks towards Fylec.

Goblin: Golden goblet, yeah. That will do, as long as it is something that you personally cannot do without.

Nodding towards it, Fylec agrees. Watching him for several seconds, the Goblin chews some more while eyeing him up and down.

Goblin: Yeah, alright. You seem sincere enough about it, here. One ticket for you. And the rest?

Passing him a ticket, the goblin opens the wooden gate allowing Fylec entrance.

Berd: Okay, I get it! Here, one short sword. I can't do anything without this!

The goblin takes the short sword, looking closely at the blade, hilt and the straightness of it. Looking back at Berd, the goblin places it down upon the booths side and sneers at him.

Goblin: Trying to lie won't work. This is not the weapon that you use. Give something that you REALLY cannot do without.

Taking back the item, Berd chuckles slightly.

Berd: Saw through that, huh? Sorry, here. My actual weapon of use.

Unsheathing his short sword of invisibility, Berd hands it to the disgruntled goblin who then immediately hands Berd a ticket.

Goblin: Ticket issued, next.

Berd walks through the gate and waits with Fylec as Jokesum walks up to the ticket bearer.

Jokesum: Here, my fancy fedora. Why don't you actually wear it?

Taking the black hat off of his head, Jokesum hands it towards the goblin who inspects every inch of it with its nose before propping it upon its own head.

Goblin: A gift or the price of your ticket?

Jokesum: Oh, ticket price. Sorry for the confusion.

Handing a ticket to him, the goblin opens the gate and places the fedora into a box underneath the booth.

General: My lute, beloved by myself.

Passing the instrument over, the goblin then eyes it up and passes a new ticket towards General Mood before opening the gate. The four are reunited as they make their way through passersby leaving and crowds of people at stalls.

Berd: So, this is an interesting place.

Fylec: To say the least, yeah.

Looking around, the group sees around one hundred stalls and games that they can partake in. As they make their way forward, they are abruptly stopped by an Elf on stilts walking a large drinks cart.

Elf: Hello! Welcome to Prismire, did you want any drinks?

General: Do you happen to have any alcohol?

Elf: No, sorry. This is a family place, no profanity or use of inebriating substances are allowed.

Jokesum: So, what drinks do you have?

Elf: We have; giggle pink mix, rainbow sunbeams, dragon's breath, toffee candy pop. The list goes on, would you like any that I just said?

Berd: So, it's happiness all around? Alright, please give me one rainbow sunbeams.

Reaching down into the cart, she brings out a wooden cup with a magical rainbow image on top and hands it to Berd.

Berd: Do I pay you with something of sentimental value?

Elf: No, it's all free. Comp'd with the ticket price.

Fylec: Well, that's a bargain! Please can I have...a dragon's breath?

Elf: Oh, good choice! A cinnamon drink with a fiery kick!

Handing the wooden cup towards him, she smiles.

General: Think I'm going to like it here! A toffee candy pop, please.

Elf: Oh, that one's a spicy drink! Okay, here you go.

She hands the cup towards him as he takes it and smiles.

Jokesum: Giggle pink mix, what does it have for ingredients?

Elf: Oh, that one is a special fairy mixture of everything pink!

Jokesum: Alright, sure. Why not.

After getting the drink out of her cart, the Elf has to get off of her stilts and hand him the drink in person before she then climbs them again and walks off with a wave towards all of them.

Berd: Alright, let's try these drinks!

With a resounding *gulp* all of them then down a good mouthful of their drinks. Immediately they all begin to feel and notice the effects, with Berd growing rainbow coloured laced wings and sprouting fuzzy antenna that protrude from his brown hair. Fylec's skin turns golden as he too sprouts wings though they are more reptilian in nature as his entire being becomes more dragon scaled until he now looks like a golden dragon wearing his clothes with blonde hair. General Mood, though his drink was only a spicy toffee drink, suddenly sees everything with a sepia tone as his skin turns toffee coloured while his black hair becomes cinnamon coloured. Jokesums red skin become pink as he finishes the gulp of drink, though his eyes become red entirely. They all look at each other and begin to chuckle while Fylec nods approvingly at his mighty wings, stretching them out to five foot from himself.

Fylec: I love this place! I'm a freaking golden dragon! A Dragon, I'm sure Gigatron the Mighty would be impressed too!

General: Well, I'm not exactly excited about my sight being washed down, but I do like my new tanned skin.

Jokesum: You think you've got issues? I'm hot pink, the heck!?!

Berd: Yeah, I'm not going to lie to you Jokes, you look like something people can win here! Ha haa!

Fylec: So, what should we...

Fylec is suddenly cut off by a loud almost tannoy announcement.