[right][h2][color=#727472]Chillin' at the Carnival, let's play![/color][/h2][/right]

After the photo op, Hat Trick had signed some signature books and the back of one of the kids cosplay armour. Then off into the carnival proper itself he'd gone.

Once inside he'd headed for Game Row, strolling the games, playing a few paying for some kids to play with him. He'd done his level best to make it fun for those who approached him and fun for others who didn't have the ability to take part. He's playing one of those spray the target games with a full seating arrangement of kids and a pair of teens. It's so close, and their second game. As he tries his best to stay on target his eyes flash up, and over, why is there a truly freaky looking clown over there. Clowns...flipping clowns. He looks back just as the buzzer goes off, someone won and it wasn't him. He starts the cheer for the winner, and then slips the carnie a 50 bill to get the kid one of the better stuff.

He gets up and is moving to the next game, when he spots another crazy looking clown who's...doing a slapstick act with alot more stick then slap. When the clown sees him he stops annoyingly tap the trio of young kids who have stopped to watch the clown. Big ol Hat Trick hims and starts to move on.

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He's being chased by a dozen kids a short time later, a rabbit in his arms tucked into the crook of his arm, a few grabby handed kids tryign to grab the poor scared beast. Finally he tells them to slow down because the bunny has started to stamp his chest in fear. Explaining they are making the bunny frightened. As he does he spots another half dozen freaky looking clowns stalking along outside the petting zoo. He gently puts the bunny down, the kids gathering but being really gentle with the quaking animal.

Hat Trink hums and keys into the Dispatch Comms, "Hey Dispatch? I'm noticing some really odd things at the Carnival, some truly hideous clowns roaming around. It's...well tossing up red flags. I'll keep an eye on it."

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Abit later Hat Trick is trailing a cavorting group of about 11 evil looking clowns who are doing flips and hand springs down one of the mezzanine aisles, "This is odd..." He hits his comms again and gets a burst of stack, "Ahhh...fuck..." Forget there being kids around. That hurt.

As he paces along, things begins to turn. He stops and spins, that's the sound of fighting. He knows that all too well. As one of the team tanks, he knows it well. He begins to move, ice forming as he gathers momentum.

But then all things go wrong. The Clowns start drawing weapons. Families start to run. 

All thought of going to join the fight lost. These people need help. Hat Trick taking a deep breath in, and then thunders, the kind of holler that you can hear across a loud Battle of Alberta game in the middle of the Ice District in Edmonton. The Kind of shout, that pierces even the sound of fighting and the screams of horror and fear, "Everyone! Get to the south exit! Run!" And he accelerates, gaining some power from the motion and momentum. His speakers crackled.

And [url=https://youtu.be/e17mr5ZtWPI?si=2iU1iJEy9nTu3cxd]played[/url].

Hat Tricked kicked forward a thing streak of ice, just large enough to put his feet down as he gained some push. he put himself in the way of a pratfall of clowns. HE skidded to a stop, and threw his arms out wide, his tomahawk in hand now, the safety cover on the sharp end of the blade, he's not about to bleed anyone unless it's needed, not if he can help keep his record of no on purpose deaths going. He growls, "Eyes on me!" The clowns slowing finding themselves facing the oilers purple, gold and white of THE Hat Trick, "Let's say I count coup huh?"

He grins, taking several deep breaths, ice crawling up his arms as he forces his ice powers into overdrive, he'll regret this later.

He switches the music as he does. A new [url=https://youtu.be/0TlUqZ_8YMk?si=MHYkMklOL3xv9ZdI]song[/url] playing.

With a leap and a push, he unleashes that ice on his arms and legs, a heaving pushing wave of ice, and snow and slush, like a wall of cold rushing at the clown before him. [i][u]Frank Slide![/u][/i] He growls out, the wave slamming into a portion of the clowns, sending them reeling, but still more escaped out of the way, jumping clear and away. 

Hat Trick turned and poured on the speed, trying to stay ahead of the clowns, grabbing four kids two under each arm, and skating hard for one of the exits.

He hits his comms, calling to anyone on the SDN line, "Clowns! Clowns everywhere! No this isn't a joke, I'm evacuating civilians. I don't know what's going on, but I'm trying to get clear!" He dodged as a clown tried to jump him, keeping the kids close. He really should have created a barrier too damn it. That was stupid of him.