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lostcarnival2017-08-01 10:34 am
ringleaders) wrote in lostcarnival2017-08-01 10:34 am
Entry tags:
- !event,
- #ringmaster,
- @summerlands,
- adrien agreste,
- allen walker,
- ashleigh mischief,
- doll,
- foster van denend,
- ginko,
- gongenzaka,
- jack atlas,
- john childermass,
- joker,
- jonathan strange,
- julien delacroix,
- lambert,
- lauren,
- marinette dupain-cheng,
- miko nakadai,
- papyrus,
- peridot,
- reira akaba,
- rita mordio,
- sans,
- shiro fujimoto,
- steven universe,
- susan,
- taako,
- tallisibeth (scout),
- the psiioniic,
- tyki mikk,
- yotsuba tamaki,
- yūya sakaki
⇨ THE SUMMERLANDS
Who: Everyone!
When: Day 138 - Day 152
Where: The Summerlands
What: The Ringmaster brings the carnival to the Summerlands immediately after being freed from Portland so that everyone can take a fucking nap. Her included.
Warnings: Individually marked! Most likely discussion of torture and trauma in here.
When: Day 138 - Day 152
Where: The Summerlands
What: The Ringmaster brings the carnival to the Summerlands immediately after being freed from Portland so that everyone can take a fucking nap. Her included.
Warnings: Individually marked! Most likely discussion of torture and trauma in here.
DAYS OF SUMMER↴ You made it! And things are back to normal... more or less. Upon waking, you will be greeted with a clear blue sky and gentle breeze – the carnival has found itself situated between a pair of mountain peaks, with great fields of flowers extending in the distance. In the other direction, you’ll see mountain-top cities and tall waterfalls accenting vast swaths of forest. Some of you will already know this place. It’s the Summerlands. You game here once to rest in safety nearly a year ago, and now you’ve come to rest once again. ► WAKING UP: Shortly after the carnival arrives, the Ringmaster will send out a somewhat cryptic radio message - but her immediate location won't be clear. Whatever items you had on your person at the time the Severing was broken will still be on your person, including whatever clothing. All of the animals and pets of the carnival will have returned to the grounds as well, though they are currently free from their designated living spaces. Things in the carnival will appeared to have naturally aged a month, as if the carnival was been sitting here empty and waiting while everyone was in Portland. The lawn needs mowing. ► SUMMER CITY: After the Summer Fae become aware of everyone's presence, they will welcome you into their city. There are stairs that lead up the sides of the mountains, but thankfully there are also magical means of getting up there as well. The Summer Fae will be willing to help workers with the injured as needed, offering herbal remedies and healing magic to those that want it. You'll also be invited to join them for dinner, but they will not be particularly offended if they are turned down, for now. ► SUMMER PEOPLE: The fae here will mostly enjoy the company of any carnival members that offer it - it doesn't seem that much happens here besides day after day of peaceful meditation and relaxation. It is not uncommon to see Summer Fae spent days doing exactly the same thing, whether that be enjoying the weather, listening to music, or dancing - the day and night periods may be similar to earth, but when you don't need rest it can all blur together just the same. Some of the fae work on feats of agriculture or craftsmanship, and while there is no particularly need to work in this place, they take pride in the fact that they do. ► NEW ARRIVALS: Though the Ringmaster will not be offering much guidance for the first week or so, eventually the carnival will begin running for a few small performance sessions, off and on, as a thank you to their fae hosts. The carnival will also be open to receiving new arrivals during that period, and so there will likely be some newbies to train and get orientated as well. |
closed to childermass / trailer, early in the week
Childermass will, mostly likely, be awakened by a piercing shriek coming from the bunk above him. This is followed by some panicked scrambling, and then...
WHUMP.
Rita falls right out of her bed, down to the floor, her new wings splayed out against the walls and furniture - whatever's around. "Ow..." Lying on her back, Rita squirms a bit more, groaning in pain at the uncomfortable landing. It doesn't take long for her to go right back to freaking out. "What the hell!?" She's feeling pain through appendages that she's pretty sure she didn't have yesterday.
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So he grimaces, but that's about it. Otherwise, he looks around, the dim trailer coming into focus as he tries to figure out what just happened. Looking down, well...
"Wings," he says rather lamely at first, spotting those before actually noticing they're attached to Rita. Aha. That's what happened. "Miss Mordio, you appear to have grown wings overnight."
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"D... don't say that like it's normal!" she sputters at him from the floor. Gritting her teeth, she pulls herself up until she's crouching on her feet, but the wings don't cooperate. Not knowing how to move them properly, she ends up flailing them in agitation, causing them to thump against the walls, knocking down any loose items in her vicinity and kicking up dust.
"What the hell am I supposed to do about this!?" she cries, not necessarily expecting the injured guy to have an answer, but he's there, so he gets to be the one she yells at.
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"Try to hold still," he tells her outright while he throws his own covers off and drags himself out of bed. It's going to take a minute or two because he is really, really slow going so soon after their return. "If you keep waving them around like that, you'll hurt yourself and then you're stuck with a sprain or a broken bone in a limb you don't understand."
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She takes a deep breath and rises to her feet, steadying herself by leaning an arm against the wall. "So this is what we get for being in a fae's service," she grumbles, bitter.
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"It is," he concurs, "Though these ones look big enough to actually be useful." Though for all he knows, she's afraid of heights. "May I? I've had wings before. I can show you how they're meant to fold. They'll at least be more out of your way then."
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She crosses her arms, still tense as she considers his offer. Rita was a bird once too, during that Animal Fair nonsense... which was also the Ringmaster's fault, as it turned out. But that was only one night, and she spent most of it in a panic. Childermass probably does have a clearer memory of that sort of experience... and as sketchy as he looks, he's shown himself to be more or less trustworthy.
Of course, that doesn't make this any less awkward. Turning her head away, she nods and grudgingly says, "Yeah. Sure. Do whatever."
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"Flying. Yes, that kind of useful," he confirms before finishing what he'd been doing before, reaching for the nearest wing. He'll gently push on the wing's edge, trying to get the wing to fold back in and against her back. "Just think of it like crossing your arms, only against your back instead of your front."
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"How can you be so calm at times like this?" she asks through gritted teeth. "This is all screwed up. Losing our memories, almost getting killed, turning into circus freaks... We didn't sign up for any of this!"
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Wings folded properly, he steps back again, one step, two, and sits down heavily on his own bunk — the lower one — once he feels hit come up against his heel.
"If you really want to know, it's because I'm too tired for anything else right now. I'll leave all the yelling to the younger members of the carnival..." Like Rita. She's free to yell all she wants. He isn't like to stop her so soon after Portland. "Well, that or I may simply be used to it by now. My own feathers were the first obvious changes I had, months ago. I wasn't too happy about that, either."
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But he goes on, and her stare wavers and turns downward. Her fists clench at her side... She wants to hit something, or someone, and Childermass isn't a good candidate for that right now. "Ugh...!" With a grunt of frustration, she opts to smack one of those fists against a cupboard door instead. It rattles violently, but fortunately doesn't break.
"I just... I finally got to be me again, and now I can't even be that anymore." Being human is part of who Rita Mordio is... or was. But even as she regained her full identity, she just went from being one kind of changeling to another. She'll never really be human again.
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But in the end, he has to raise an eyebrow at what she says in the end.
"Oh? And how are you not still you? Are you not Rita Mordio anymore, all of the sudden?"
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"No..."
Even though Childermass is simply restating what Rita just said, there's a defiance that rises up inside her. "I'm..."
She never hesitates or doubts herself like this. If anything, that's the most un-Rita-like thing about her right now. She knows that, but she's struggling to find her next words.
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If Rita isn't Rita, then who is she? Not herself, but why? Just all because of some unexpected turn of fate?
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Rita turns, leaning her winged back awkwardly against that cupboard she just punched, as she seems to work something out in her mind. She shakes her head, as if dismissing a certain thought. "No... The other Rita was me, too. She just didn't know it at the time." Her eyes flick to Childermass, then down to the floor. "...I was meaning to thank you for that, actually. If it wasn't for your slip-up back then, I wouldn't have realized it as soon as I did."
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Her name had fallen into place with his own struggling memories of the carnival, with no real purpose other than realizing, yes, he knew who she was. The rest, however...
"And the Ringmaster did say they were real, those people we were, but I would not let it shape who you already are or want to be, Miss Mordio. As for the rest," he says, nodding towards the wings, "It's temporary, or so I've been told. What the carnival changes about you is meant to fade once you leave it for good."
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"I'll have to look into that..." she breathes, seemingly starting to calm down. "I still have the better part of a year to figure everything out." And for Rita, that's plenty of time.
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There, that's better than being upset. Childermass himself is fairly certain the supervisors wouldn't outright lie about that, so he, too, clings to that particular hope. He has no intentions of turning back up in England covered in feathers, thank you very much.
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"I just didn't know how I'd go back and face everyone as some freak of nature." She was only just beginning to shed her reputation as a freak with the other mages. This sure as hell wouldn't help. That, and trying to imagine what Estelle and the others would think if they saw her...
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Unfortunately, Rita's not sure she counts herself as one of those people. When asked about flying, she sighs, and with some reluctance, answers, "Yeah. It's what they're for... so it'd be a waste not to." Flying is a useful ability, and without learning, the wings would just get in her way without ever serving a practical purpose.
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"Yeah, right. There's got to be a better way to do it than that," she retorts, an uneasy edge in her tone.
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"You could try off the top of the trailer once you get a better feeling for your wings."
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She faces one of the trailer windows, considering the dark sky outside. It's still the middle of the night, but she's much too worked up to think about going back to sleep. This conversation's given her a few things to think about, besides.
"...I'm going out," she says abruptly. "I'll let you get back to sleep."
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