lostcarnival | ⇨ 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.

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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

The Summerlands are a nice place. Hazy golden days, friendly laid-back citizens, it feels very safe. Scout knows this kind of place isn't for her, not anymore, and longs to be off somewhere where there's a lot to do and she doesn't have so much time to think.

At the edge of the city atop the closest steep green mountains, she's amusing herself by pitching a soft baton out into the open space for her pokemon to fly after. The togetic zooms enthusiastically out into the air and usually manages to intercept its toy before it's dropped too far.

"You wouldn't go be unmanageable if I let you grow up, would you?" she asks her pokemon as she takes the retrieved baton from its mouth. Thranta responds by chirping and fluttering over to Syrlya. Scout, exasperated, follows and gives him a nod. "Hey. She won't bite if you don't."

With the chaotic everything that's occurred for Syrlya well before joining the carnival, the respite of the Summerlands is just as welcome from him. He's only sitting to rest when the Togetic comes flying up and he snaps his attention to it when it's close enough.

He leans over to peer at Scout, raising his hand in greeting. "Hello. I was more concerned a not it being the other way around."

One of the lesser known Jedi talents is the ability to examine someone quite closely without appearing to stare. Scout takes advantage of that, judging if this man is one of the locals or a carnival recruit. She could imagine Summer Fae looking like him, but they strongly tend towards soft humanlike skin. And even if the Ringmaster seems to mostly recruit humans, exceptions aren't exactly rare...

Of course, it's better to ask.

"She's mostly harmless. Just curious. So, are you with the Carnival?"

"I am," he nods. Scout certainly looks more like a carnival member than any of the fae he's seen, that look more related to humans than anything... sometimes, humans with wings.

"My name is Syrlya, and I will be serving as part of the carnival's protection."

"So... bouncer? Mercenary?" She has a little distaste for the latter term. Mercenary. It doesn't seem to fit, either. "I'm a scout, but I go and take part in fighting when it's there."

Usually. Her Portland self hadn't wanted anything to do with it.

"Yes, those were the terms!" That elicits a small smile from him. "That means that we are working together, correct? Er--more closely than other members of the carnival."

Scout brightens. "Well, sure! Good to have you on the team. We're a bit sparse just now. Had a lot of turnover after the last stop." This happens, sometimes, after particularly difficult worlds. Not that she can blame anyone, really; after her first contract she had decided to go home instead of signing for another year, and the events of her last two weeks in the carnival had been a decisive factor.

"My friends call me Scout, by the way. Totally unrelated to my job here."

⇨ THE SUMMERLANDS

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