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The plan was simple; take his niece to a resort spa on an ice planet. The natives had taken an ancient hangar facility and converted it into a large indoor beach with the geothermal vents that powered the once military facility being channeled into hot springs around the icy resort. That was the plan, but plans changed...
“C-C-C-C-Carnivale!” the unfortunately dressed man yelled. His clothing was, in the humble opinion of Damian, visual pollution. A patchwork of bright color dotted what might have been a cheap but otherwise respectable suit. So much for peace and quiet, Damain thought as he walked down the street a smile on his face. It had been awhile since he’d let loose or partied hard, although the truth was while adventurous he never really lost control even in his younger days.
A fresh coating of snow frosted the town, the lights reflecting off the white surface making the buildings look more like a decorative cake than a settlement. It would have been picturesque if it wasn’t for the bustling activity. Vendors were on the street selling food and trinkets, clogging the roads which were filled with tourists. This wasn’t what Damian had in mind, but would serve the purpose just as well.
“I should have looked up local holidays before booking our trip,” Damain said with a smile to Kyra. “Seven Days of celebration,” he said. The girl had the same pamphlet he had of course and probably read it too, “honoring the founding of the colony proper and giving thanks to the spirits of the spring by having a good and cheerful time.”
In the distance he could hear music playing live and see the various tourists and residents dancing behind and in a parade. It was a very ad hoc type of celebration that a few planets had taken up. Second line. The partially spontaneous parade formed behind a more organized one. The only rule seemed to be that you had to have a good time.
Without breaking stride he put two fingers up and received two sweets on a stick. He wasn’t sure exactly what was in it, but could smell the sweet fruit like confection from the street. Handing one of the ‘confections on a stick’ to Kyra he smiled. “So what do you want to do first? Hotspring? Beach? Winter Sports? Skydiving?” Of course he figured he knew the answer and left it for last, “Or you want to check out the carnival? Dance a bit?”
Kyra Perl
“C-C-C-C-Carnivale!” the unfortunately dressed man yelled. His clothing was, in the humble opinion of Damian, visual pollution. A patchwork of bright color dotted what might have been a cheap but otherwise respectable suit. So much for peace and quiet, Damain thought as he walked down the street a smile on his face. It had been awhile since he’d let loose or partied hard, although the truth was while adventurous he never really lost control even in his younger days.
A fresh coating of snow frosted the town, the lights reflecting off the white surface making the buildings look more like a decorative cake than a settlement. It would have been picturesque if it wasn’t for the bustling activity. Vendors were on the street selling food and trinkets, clogging the roads which were filled with tourists. This wasn’t what Damian had in mind, but would serve the purpose just as well.
“I should have looked up local holidays before booking our trip,” Damain said with a smile to Kyra. “Seven Days of celebration,” he said. The girl had the same pamphlet he had of course and probably read it too, “honoring the founding of the colony proper and giving thanks to the spirits of the spring by having a good and cheerful time.”
In the distance he could hear music playing live and see the various tourists and residents dancing behind and in a parade. It was a very ad hoc type of celebration that a few planets had taken up. Second line. The partially spontaneous parade formed behind a more organized one. The only rule seemed to be that you had to have a good time.
Without breaking stride he put two fingers up and received two sweets on a stick. He wasn’t sure exactly what was in it, but could smell the sweet fruit like confection from the street. Handing one of the ‘confections on a stick’ to Kyra he smiled. “So what do you want to do first? Hotspring? Beach? Winter Sports? Skydiving?” Of course he figured he knew the answer and left it for last, “Or you want to check out the carnival? Dance a bit?”
Kyra Perl
