nosediving | Connor

Ah, I'll never tire of hearing about the craftsmanship of your world. Since you've been programmed with the knowledge, though, there must surely be a booth or two that piques your interest. Why don't you give it a try?

[... hm.]

I don't see why not. Would you like to accompany me?

[With an eager nod, he takes a step toward Connor.]

Does a booth here catch your eye?

[HM. He thinks about this for a moment, taking it very seriously. After a moment, he nods.]

I spotted a Shooting Gallery during my explorations. What do you think?

[He looks up in thought.]

I think I passed it earlier, too. There was a row of strange-looking sticks. If this Shooting Gallery interests you, let's try it.

Yes, that's the one. Shall we?

[At his lead or Connor's lead! Whichever works, really.]

[This is Connor's moment to shine. Hence, Shang Qinghua will follow his lead. Take him away!

Once they reach the booth in question, Shang Qinghua perks up. The sticks! (They're toy guns.)]

It's this one, right?

Correct. Do you know how to play it?

Why don't you show me how it is done?

It would be my please.

[ALRIGHT... i, kyuu, have never been to a carnival-- so assume connor does the whole song and dance of picking up the gun and pew pewing with incredible precision. hello.]

[Amazing!]

Since you didn't miss a single target, there must be a reward.

[He looks up at the booth. Does Connor win a giant teddy bear?]

[Connor does, indeed, win a giant... something. He holds it up for two seconds, before turning to SQH.]

Would you like to keep this?

[Shang Qinghua stares at the giant monstrosity for ten seconds.]

I shouldn't be greedy. This is a prize you won on your own merit, so you should keep it.

I have no need for it, however. Are you sure you don't want to keep it?

[Someone give the blob fish a home.]

Surely there must be another participant you'd like to gift this to . . .

Why would I do that, if you're right here?

. . . To be honest with you, I have no idea what I would do with this if you were to give it to me. Giving it to me would be wasteful!

[... Hm.]

If you're sure. But I'm uncertain of what I could do with this, too.

[This is a conundrum.

Luckily, Shang Qinghua has a solution!]

There's no need to be so materialistic. If it serves us no purpose, I'm sure we can return it.

[What do you mean, he's the one who suggested the prize in the first place?]

Do we simply... leave it on the counter?

[Since the shadowy NPCs sure aren't, you know, all that there.]

I don't see why not. Here.

[He pats a spot on the counter. Drop it here. Don't touch his hand in the process.]

Okay.

[drops it

on his hand.]

[He jerks his hand back, and the monstrous stuffed animal flips over the counter and drops to the ground on the other side.]

. . . It's fine! There's no need to climb the counter and pick it up. The owner will take care of it. Let's go!

[JUST GIVING HIM THE MOST ??????????? LOOK.]

Are you alright?

[Don't give him that look, mister.]

I'm perfectly all right.

Quick, Connor. That was just one booth out of dozens. There's more to try yet.

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