If you asked the residents of Murkwell why the Mendaci Carnival was the best attraction to ever hit the planet, you weren't likely to hear the same answer twice. It had something to offer everyone. Bright lights, thrill rides, and never before seen sights—even for the older crowd who had been coming for as long as they could remember. No one could recall exactly when the carnival had arrived on the planet, hopping from one town to the next in an unpredictable circuit, just that they were glad it had. It would blow into town one morning and be gone another, only to pop up in the next town a few miles away. Sometimes halfway across the planet.
Wherever it was, whatever was going on, it was always the main attraction. Small town life suspended for a time. Businesses would close early, and children would rush home from school. Houses sat empty, dinner parties and quiet evenings at home around the table or sitting in front of the holonet forgotten. All life was drawn to the carnival, and Samara was no different.
Believe it or not, the teenager hadn't come alone this time. She'd come on a date, with some guy she had met the day before. He was eager to show her around the carnival. They had about as much in common as chalk and cheese it turned out, and it hadn't taken him long to split—about three seconds after she let it slip that she was a Jedi, actually. Then he'd shifted awkwardly from foot to foot, fumbled around in his pockets, and then come up with some excuse about going to see the bearded lady. He'd taken off like a bat out of chaos, and she hadn't seen him since.
Alone or not, she was here to have a good time, and that was exactly what she intended to do. @Xorism
