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Theodore (Ted) Satchel ([personal profile] youfool) wrote in [community profile] genessia 2016-10-11 11:52 am (UTC)

[There's hope in Ted's eyes as he eyes the horse, ready for it to prance its mechanical path.

...Nope! There's music in the air, the faint stirrings of life in the lifeless machine, but there appears to be yet more to do.]


"There must be yet more to do. Hold on, something caught my eye; let's see what else avails us."

[More flipping, more ravenous eyes skimming the pages. After a while, he caught something that made him light up. He tapped excitedly and practically shoved it in her face, having taken the trouble to produce a highlighter and color its borders. The passage went like so:]

Manager's Note: On course of action following loss of power

While we at Happy Heights pride ourselves on having the latest in merry-making technology, we also acknowledge the value in never losing our roots, both our own and those belonging to the greater fairground community.

Thus, insofar as we can, Happy Heights strives to never lose our backwards compatibility, or what made our rides enjoyable in every age. For this one in particular, in the event electricity fails us, carnival-goers may still enjoy the ride in a more historical context. It will also give us an edge against any health-obsessed naysayers who point fingers whenever an obesity pandemic springs up. As if we're to blame for the woes of corn dogs and lemonade!

But I digress. At the base of every giraffe, dragon, horse, or what have you, there are holes and pegs in each one where an employee can affix some pedals, which are kept in storage. Should the red switch be flipped to its 'manual' position, the ride can take on a more rustic quality, allowing the riders to rotate the ride by themselves. Thus, Happy Heights shows it utmost preparedness and versatility, even in a dark age. Not bad cardio exercise, either. This, of course, is not as popular as the 'automatic' setting, and should only be used in the event of an emergency, or when the patrons grow especially bored yet have energy in their legs to spare.

Sincerely
The Manager


[While she read, Ted had gotten out his bag and dumped out a mess of pedals he had gotten from the dump. He figured wherever 'storage' was was something they had no time for, and likely wouldn't find anything anyway. The time to act was now! He wouldn't even text what he was doing; he had confidence Ibuki would join him in trying the pedals and seeing if any stuck.]

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