Lost Carnival Logs
26th-May-2037 02:22 pm - INFO FOR LOSTCARNIVAL
idiotwizard: (Default)
JOINED: May 26, 2017
POINTS: None yet.


1ST CONTRACT: Caught cheating at a carnival game.

CONTACT: PLURK: marshmallowvodka DISCORD: sugarburger#5564
26th-May-2037 02:16 pm - IC CONTACT
idiotwizard: (Default)
FREQUENCY: 420.02742
DESCRIPTION: Taako will usually answer pretty quickly, unless he's working. Or he just doesn't want to.

LOCATION: Mailbox on Door
DESCRIPTION: Leave your fanmail here anytime, and he'll be certain to go through it at the end of the day! (In the event that it's not, in fact, fanmail, he'll still see it, but you might not get a response in a timely manner. Or at all.)
26th-May-2017 01:30 pm
espigeon: (Default)
FREQUENCY: 144.98750
DESCRIPTION: He's always got his radio on him. Hopefully not in his inventory.

LOCATION: Mailbox on Door
DESCRIPTION: Mail is best left in the cute little birdhouse mailbox hanging from their trailer door. Alternatively, you can shove it under their door so that they actually look at it.
26th-May-2017 01:28 pm
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Julien Delacroix
CARNIVAL JOB: Wardrobe Assistant
JOINED: Post Mainframe
POINTS: Reward Points Go Here

✧COMMON CHANGE: description.
✩UNCOMMON CHANGE: description.
✵RARE CHANGE: description.

1ST CONTRACT: description.
2ND CONTRACT: description.
3RD CONTRACT: description.

PLAYER: Joysweeper
CONTACT: Plurk or PM
25th-May-2017 06:12 pm - Application for lostcarnival
idiotwizard: (Hail and well met)
Name: Raina
plurk: marshmallowvodka
discord: sugarburger#5564
Other Characters: None.

Character Name: Taako
Age: Elf adulthood-- we don't have an exact number, but he's likely at least 100.
Species: Sun elf (aka a "high elf")
Canon: The Adventure Zone
Canon Point: Pre-Wonderland; he got separated from the group in the Felicity Wild and wound up at the carnival instead.
Character Info: His fanwiki page.
Personality: It has been stated by Justin McElroy, Taako's creator and the player who portrays him in the podcast itself, that "Taako is not a good person." This is the best simple summary of most of his personality, really, at least outwardly; Taako is selfish, deceptive and dishonest even when he doesn't strictly need to be, sarcastic, and sometimes outright cruel, including to those that he considers his allies. Earning his trust is something of a chore, and is something that very few people have managed, and fewer yet have managed to keep up. He has a tendency to protect himself before anyone else, and has demonstrated a considerable lack of empathy for anyone outside of himself, and very few others.

However, it's also been shown that he is capable of trusting and even caring for others; Angus McDonald, for example, manages to earn his trust, and Taako actually opens up to him before anyone else, telling him about what happened on his show and teaching him to use magic. Also, another unique situation is his twin sister, Lup; the two of them were extremely close, and he clearly trusted and loved her. He demonstrated more faith in her opinions and abilities than anyone else, and openly and sincerely complimented her; she's also the single person who's been shown to be able to influence Taako's actions at all. Lup's death and subsequent erasure from his memories left him detached and, on occasion, terribly violent, as her apparently calming influence on him was lost.

The other important aspect of his personality is the contrast between his usual personality and presentation, and just how talented and clever he can be. He generally presents himself as being dim and unobservant, once describing himself as "a simple idiot wizard"; but his behavior in battle and when things are dire for his team tell a very different story. He can be cunning and clever, as well as fairly charming when he needs to worm his way out of something, and his skill in spellcasting has been repeatedly demonstrated to be remarkable.

Abilities: As a D&D Transmutation-school wizard, Taako has the following abilities:

Mage Hand
Minor Illustion
Ray of Frost

Charm Person
Detect Magic
Magic Missile
Melf's Acid Arrow
Rope Trick
Scorching Ray
Disguise Self
Crown of Madness
Phantom Steed
Phantasmal Killer
Evard's Black Tentacles
Cone of Cold
Wall of Force
Wall of Stone
Otiluke's Resiliant Sphere
Planar Binding
Ice Storm
Leomund's Secret Chest
Arcane Eye
Bigby's Hand
Fire Shield
Dominate Person
Animate Objects
Greater Invisibility
Flesh to Stone
Tasha's Hideous Laughter
True Seeing
Hunger of Hadar
Magic Jar
Drawmij's Instant Summons
Detect Thoughts

Obviously, a lot of the above spells will be heavily capped, if not outright disabled; Detect Thoughts and Dominate Person will only be used with the explicit permission of the other character's mun. His spell usage will be restricted, and destructive spells will be dialed back in the scale of damage that they can do.

Soul Colour: Purple
Ideal Jobs: Head chef, or anything in the kitchen
Relevant Experience: He's a talented chef, and has been cooking for years and years; he used to host a traveling cooking show that was fairly popular.
Reason for Joining: He got caught cheating at a carnival game using magic, and didn't have the money to pay for playing in the first place.


Sample 1

Sample 2:

To say that it was Taako's first time cheating at the carnival would be both a lie and terribly naive. To say that it was his first time getting caught at cheating would, likewise, be entirely false and frankly unrealistic; in his adulthood alone, he'd caused enough trouble to become rather disliked amonst carnies. However, it was the first time that Taako had ever found himself entirely unable to somehow charm or deceive his way out of actually paying his dues, and, for that alone, this instance was, by far, the most irritating for him personally.

And, as anyone who knew him would know, Taako's comfort was the highest priority, always.

And, to make it all worse, the carnival wasn't even really all that interesting outside of the chance to trick some carnies out of their prizes. Having traveled with a fair few carnivals and circuses in his life, he was already familiar with the typical attractions, the way they were brainstormed and rehearsed, and none of those displays really excited him all that much; anyone claiming to do magic may as well have been making a show out of something as mundane as mending clothes. Taako just didn't care. Not even on his way to meet with the Ringleader did he break his air of mildly irate boredom. When he did actually meet with her, he was at least polite enough-- or frightened enough of what she might do otherwise-- to leave a touch of his irritation at the door, putting up a winsome front in the hopes of winning favor with her. It didn't seem to benefit him at all, but it certainly didn't hurt him, either; at least, not as far as he could tell. Getting a read on her proved fairly difficult, much to his chagrin.

Then, quite all of a sudden, the conversation was over, and found himself deposited on the carnival grounds, having signed himself onto an actual contract for an actual year (and a day.)

He gazed over the carnival grounds, from the big top, the other performers wandering their way across the grounds, to the place he would apparently be sleeping for the next year.

"... son of a bitch," he moaned out loud to no one in particular, rolling his eyes.
25th-May-2017 10:39 am - Lost Carnival | Info
bananaspeedrider: (Default)
JOINED: 2 Years Ago (Pre-Summerlands)

Slit Eyes
Fangs and Claws
Long Reptilian Tongue
Scale-like Skin
Dragon-fin Ears
Extra Height and Bulk

Clear Wing's Tail

Plasma "Dielectric" Breath

To get his D-Wheel back and he got it... in its broken form. Spent a few months of his first year repairing it.

2ND CONTRACT: Wishes for his childhood best friend's safety and a happy life for her because she DESERVES IT. Though this didn't ensure Yugo had to be present.

3RD CONTRACT: For rest of the Dragon Boys and Bracelet Girls to have separate bodies from Yuya and Yuzu respectively.

CONTACT: [plurk.com profile] DragonScope

25th-May-2017 10:38 am - Lost Carnival | IC Contact
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FREQUENCY: 144.98750
DESCRIPTION: Yugo rarely answers their radio due to being off tinkering unless you yell loud enough into it.

LOCATION: Door Crack
DESCRIPTION: Mail is best left shoved under the door so that it actually catches his attention.
23rd-May-2017 10:24 pm - Lost Carnival App
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Name: Joysweeper
Contact: Joysweeper @ plurk
Other Characters: Scout!

Character Name: Julien Delacroix
Age: 30
Species: Complicated! Human Champion of Earth, his body mostly shaped like a giant pigeon. See here!
Canon: OC
Canon Point: A few days after being granted the power to generate a secondary body
Character Info: Urban fantasy world! Mysterious items were planted deep in Earth’s crust nearly two hundred fifty million years ago. Since then Earth’s biosphere became conscious, in a slow strange way, in time to see all kinds of strange creatures from other dimensions that want those buried items. The big flashy attempts with giant monsters or machine and armies have all been thwarted, and the current - last fifty million years or so - trends for attempts too quick and subtle for Earth to pick up on easily have led to it appointing champions, given strange powers and left to their own devices.

So here’s where my character comes in! Julien Delacroix is a Canadian-born boy with mixed French Canadian and Japanese ancestry, child of a wealthy businessman and a trophy wife who rebelled and took him when she left. They moved every few years and became less close as he grew to resemble his father, especially when they returned to his mother’s conservative family. Julien left home at eighteen and meandered around through several colleges, racking up horrific amounts of debt and taking lots and lots of jobs, ranging from sous chef to poet to phone sex operator. In his late twenties he fetched up in Michigan, in a city called Keye, and landed work in a sketchy little medical clinic run by a shady, secretive doctor who he immediately befriended.

Keye was located over one of the mysterious items. Interdimensional creatures trying to hide their existence and acting through human means tried to acquire vast tracts of the city, buying some of it through a corporation, sending altered gangs and creatures to harass and drive away or kill people, subverting the police in predictable ways. After surviving a few encounters with the above, various people including Julien met a champion. She told them the situation and that many other champions had been killed, quit, or were so spread out they were struggling and gave them starter powers - the inventory space, the ability to develop powers on their own as needed, communications - to make them new champions. For a while she led and guided them, but she was called away by a major emergency. They could handle this, right?

They could not. They could slow and stall the aliens and alien allies - most of the champions call interdimensional things "alien" - but not stop them. In two years a five-mile stretch had been cleared of people and the center. Great drills hidden from most public perception by alien technology started up and went all day and night. The altered cops/gangs/monsters invaded homes freely trying to find champions.

A lot of people left, but Julien’s doctor friend stayed, as did others, and he decided to do as much as he possibly could. This led to a great multiplication of powers and, because of how powers work in this setting, alterations to his body, but he still looked mostly human until the wyrm was uncovered - a great unearthly beast guarding the artifact. It went on a rampage, lashing out indiscriminately and destroying whole blocks outside the cleared zone. Julien initiated the transformation into a great flier so that he could get people in and out of danger. Subsequently the wyrm was subdued and local alien forces destroyed or fled in the chaos.

All this broke the (weak) masquerade, though different champions worldwide reacted in different ways. Julien freaked out and flew away until his friends brought him back, where he went along with what the other Keye champions had told the world about what had happened. He was an instant, bird-shaped media sensation, ending up the Keye spokesman, having to shut down people selling merch of him without his permission. Of course, he knew things weren’t over. There were unpleasant rumors he couldn’t help but hear, and he was back and forth on if he should leave the city and join other fights, or if he’d done enough.

After some months, when the scrutiny related to being a giant bird had relaxed somewhat, he did leave Keye, he and a few other friends. They met older champions along the way, who tsked a little at Julien’s choice and let him in on the secret that many of them ended up with big, very visibly inhuman bodies too, but did not have to try and exist without hands or the ability to keep from standing out in the crowd. Without really letting their explanations sink in, they gave him the secondary body power that most older champions ended up with.

He’s busy figuring it out. It’s been a long time since Julien could be a normal human and he’s rusty at it. Also, some of the other champions are unhappy about the scenario going even partially public, and then there’s how the interdimensional aliens feel, and Julien is the single most visible and known champion on the planet.

Personality: Julien likes to come off as sunny, unconcerned, a little flirty, and very friendly and people-oriented. He is most of those things! He genuinely really likes people and takes an interest in them and their interests, downplaying his own, and tailors how he acts to his audience. Julien can be supportive and intuitive, analytical and erudite, crude and insulting. These are all real parts of him, not an act. The face he’ll show true friends has a mix of the above.

At an early age he learned two things: one, that he had to go and make friends in a hurry, and two, that he wouldn’t be staying with them very long before moving again. Although he’s got a lot of penpals, phone and Skype contacts, and hundreds of friends on social media, it’s not the same as being able to hang out in person. He makes casual friends easily but it’s hard for him to trust in someone; those true friends mentioned above are rare. Often when someone seems to deeply care about him he feels a little uncomfortable and rationalizes it - they’re being polite, he’s misinterpreting.

Julien is ready to seize on the smallest thing as evidence that someone’s a good person, even if they’re standoffish or mean to him. If they don’t show the smallest thing, he just shrugs and generally avoids them; if he thinks they’re good and then he’s proved dramatically wrong he’s genuinely hurt and avoids them harder. Generally he tries to come off as very, very chill, with no strong emotions beyond happiness and concern. It helps that he’s quite hard to shock or anger. He may discuss things that seriously trouble him, but only casually, and he’ll downplay or dissemble if questioned, a sharp contrast to how readily and enthusiastically he’ll complain about more minor things. Despite his general sunny demeanor he can be very cynical.

He’s known to say variations on “Unfortunately, my middle name’s Someone”, as in “Someone has to help!” in order to make a joke out of the fact that he’s a giant bleeding heart softy who loves to make people happy. He’s quite willing to be made fun of and self-deprecates readily - turning his low self esteem into, again, something not serious. While he’s pretty resilient, when stressed or upset beyond his ability to cope quickly he has a tendency to withdraw, even to run away. If people knew they’d just worry, right?

Even though he’s the sort to scoop up spiders to put outside and is generally a pacifist, he’ll fight if cornered or to protect or save someone. He’s very slow to anger, but it simmers and can come out in outbursts. Generally he’s more prone to despair than rage.

He’s thought about identifying as genderfluid - it’s easiest to be called ‘he’, and he likes it, but he doesn’t mind other pronouns either - but he’s not sure he likes or cares about labels, though he’s happy for people who do. Regardless he doesn’t hide that a lot of his interests aren’t traditionally masculine and knows he looks good in basically any kind of clothing. Since he ended up looking like a bird he's much more likely to call himself a "man" than before. This is really more about being seen as human and not an animal.

Julien’s very against hurting people or even making them too uncomfortable generally. Consent is important. He will also not tell someone else’s secrets if they live. But a lot of rules, well, if they don’t hurt anyone and you don’t get caught, what’s the harm? When he was a teenager he absolutely shoplifted from large stores until he discovered that it hurt the employees. These days he’ll steal things he’s sure won’t be missed, eavesdrop or spy, and sometimes bend the truth if naked truth is uncomfortable.

Months back he sacrificed his humanity to help people. Julien had suspected it would happen and gone into denial, just knowing he had to protect his friends; when he couldn’t deny it anymore, it was kind of a relief. He was glad no one else had to do it to quite that extent, and afraid considering the future, and he hated people seeing him as an animal and babytalking him or petting, but there was something glorious about being so big and strong and able to fly, too. Suddenly being able to be that and human too is something he has no idea how to feel about. It’s objectively good, but, like, he was ready to be a talking bird, however much he was going to complain about it, however many regrets!

Abilities: He can pick locks, either with tools in his human hands or with the clawed fingers on his wings, and his human hands are pretty good with sleight of hand and general delicate work. He can play violin and piano reasonably well, with human hands again.

His primary body is a mix of several birds - mostly pigeon - and a little remaining human. If he lays down and tucks his head, he’s about the size and general shape of a microcar. Julien’s got “bird powers” - a wide field of view, the ability to process vision faster, a very wide range of visible colors including ultraviolet, a sense for magnetic north. He can hear infrasound so engines, coasts, and mountains can be heard from so far away that he can navigate by him. He can peck hard enough to crack a skull, and hit things with his wings even harder. In general he’s quite strong and resilient. He can control his voice enough to imitate other people, even make it sound like two different people are saying different things at the same time, and yell shockingly loudly. And he can fly! Nothing can just fly magically on his world, and wings alone aren’t enough. Julien’s a very fast, agile, and powerful flier, able to carry a human weight with him and maintain highway speeds for over a day.

There is a kind of hammerspace he can access by making a line down his body and letting it open. He calls it his “inventory” because he’s aggressively casual and plays videogames, but it’s a kind of dimension of primeval sea or amniotic fluid that puts anything entering into it into a kind of stasis until it’s removed. Clocks stop, adult mayflies put their short lives on pause, people notice they’re immersed in saltwater and that there is dim golden light and feel like they’ve been pulled out maybe a second after being put in.

“Inventory” is a pretty good word for it. He can sense what he’s holding and eject it if he opens a line down his body, or decide to destroy or dissolve it into material. After dissolving something from his inventory he doesn’t need much food for a while and any injuries start healing at a steady, unnaturally fast rate, which is helpful when you have a horse-sized bird body during desperate times. While he hasn’t found the upper limit to how much he can store he can easily pick up enough that he loses track of items - there’s no organization.

He can also now make a copy of his old, human body in his inventory, which takes a week or so and a lot of material, and control it, giving him two bodies. The human one is vanilla human and doesn’t have his bird abilities. He can control both bodies at once, but this means multitasking. Ideally one body is resting or doing a very repetitive autopilot-type task while his attention is free to focus on the other. Julien can just about listen in on two conversations or stand lookout in two places, but if anything really engaging happens to one he can’t pay as much attention to the other. He could make more human bodies, but three or more out in the world are so hard to control that even if only one is actually doing anything, he can’t focus. Even with just two his attention is literally split, so he’s likely to leave the human body stored when not using it.

Both bodies have access to his inventory, though the opening in his human body is much smaller and so is the size of things that can be removed or added. Julien’s bird body is his ‘real’ one. If his bodies are too far apart for too long, several miles of space for more than a couple days, the human one starts kind of lagging, delaying. Eventually the connection would break and the body would go comatose. If that happens or it’s killed he simply has to make a new one, which just takes time and resources. If his bird body is killed and his human body is elsewhere and survives, the lag problem won’t apply. Instead he will start transforming into a giant bird over about two weeks, rendering him unable to do much for half of that.

As a champion he can take on new powers as needed through a connection to the Earthmind, but away from his Earth he's cut off from its strength and can no longer do this, or use that link to communicate with other local champs, even if they came to the Carnival too. His bodies can only operate remotely for so long because they're only connected to each other. Senior champions can also appoint new champs but again, cut off, plus he hadn't quite got there anyway.

Soul Colour: Teal blue
Ideal Jobs: Talker, patch, makeup, tailor, cook, thief
Relevant Experience: Julien can be charming and persuasive if you let him. He’s a bit of a clotheshorse who can alter garments, though new ones are beyond him, and likes working with hair and makeup. He has worked as a chef before, though he complains that having to cook for a job makes it less fun. And, well, his abilities and inclinations lend well to thievery, though he’d refuse to take from people who have little already or in situations where the blame would fall on vulnerable. (He’d be perfectly happy making it look like monsters broke into a big chain warehouse and stole shit though.)

He’d be able to do simple jobs with two bodies at once, say chopping or stirring or stitching with his human body and talking to guests with his bird one, but he’d also try to hide the two bodies thing from Carnival workers, at least at first.
Reason for Joining: Contracted. Can he negotiate to ban interdimensional aliens and their creatures and technolgy from his version of Earth? If not then “aliens” from any other world or reality, as well as their technology and people/creatures mutated by or carrying alien stuff, have bright unhideable auras visible to champions and cameras when they're on Earth, making it really obvious who and where they are.




Hello? Hello! I figured I’d introduce myself. Julien Delacroix!

[Well, that’s a voice made for radio. Warm and resonant and very clear, very rich. You can hear the smile in it.]

I’m kinda like a selkie - you know, people who put on seal skins and turn into seals - but turns out we come in ‘very large bird’, too. If you find my skin anywhere, please do not attempt to steal or wear it. I will not marry you! We have to date and figure things out the usual way.

So this isn’t just a PSA: tell me an outrageous lie about why you’re here. Like, I really needed a new skin after that total jerk stole and burned mine. Didn’t marry ‘em either, by the way.


Julien hurries back to his trailer, thankfully deserted for now, and spends a few minutes gazing at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. The black feathers going down his head and neck and back have turned to blue, still with an iridescent gleam going to green and purple on his neck. His eyes are also blue now, a brilliant silvery blue that makes his pupils, pinning into fine dots as he regards them, far more visible. His irises still have a pebbly asphalt texture. It’s not a bad look, he tells himself. Compared to what happened in Keye it’s nothing at all.

A thought strikes him, and he stretches out his wing and uses his beak to draw an invisible line a few feet long down it. Open. The line stops being invisible, and gapes wide, an ovoid like a window into some dark static dimension, hovering there against his feathers. He crouches down so he won’t have far to fall and swivels his head on his very flexible neck to look under his wing. Out: my body.

His human body appears in the ovoid in the fetal position, hair flowing like it’s underwater. Blue hair, he notices, and his body drops out onto the textured bathmat, soaked in seawater. Julien flinches. The floor’s colder than bird feet really register.

There’s always that moment of disorientation when he trots out his other body. Occupying two at once, juggling four eyes and eight limbs and everything, takes a moment to adjust to. And which one is he, which one is him, he wonders if Granddam ever feels like this. Probably not. Even dripping wet, she’d been so self-assured when she showed him.

Out: towel in a ziplock. A second later it splats out, and Julien sees from the colors that it’s from the cheaper, leakier batch of plastic bags, but only a spot of water shows when he opens it with human hands and uses it to scrub his wet face and hair. The sensation of the fabric rubbing on his face, on just one of his faces, helps him center himself. Close. The opening narrows into a line again and disappears.

He steps one body back and looks at himself, both ways, his attention on what his human body looks like now. Blue hair - no, those are fine long feathers, like on an emu, like hairs with ladder rungs coming off them - in the same hue as on his neck, though no iridescence. Blue eyebrows, blue eyelashes. Silvery blue eyes with a coarse inhuman texture to the irises, though it’s so much less obvious on this body, with its smaller eyes and the presence of sclera. Looking out of them he thinks colors seem brighter, more like bird eyes see them, but he’s not sure.

His body hair is white now. That, and hair-to-feathers, that’s familiar. Julien lets out a breath, watches his human brow crease and the subtle changes in feather position on his other body that indicate a frown. He’d just got the ability to be human again and that’s being taken away!

He did sign up for this. Shouldn’t complain. The other Carnival workers, with their extravagant mismatched changes, wouldn’t be sympathetic. Here of course there’s nothing voluntary about it, it just happens. Julien will hold up. He has to. It’s just a year anyway, and at the end of it...

“I want to keep the blue, though,” he says to himself. It’s surprising, but not in a bad way. Back in happier times, simpler ones, he’d used to bleach and dye it. “And… not look too chimeric.” He could manage to rock a wild appearance, probably, but not as well as something harmonizing with himself. Julien realizes he’s thinking positively about turning into a bird all over again and shakes his heads. What a piece of work he is.

Oh, that’s the creak of the trailer door opening. Trailermate’s home. Without stopping to think about it he draws a long line down his bird body, his own feathers soft on his hand. Open. Julien goes and dives his human body into his inventory like it’s a pool. There’s an instant of feeling immersed in warm water before all sensation of that body winks out, and he’s one again, and the world is a little simpler. Close. Using his foot Julien picks up the wet towel and gets it into the hamper.

He hasn’t told anyone he can manage two bodies at once, however imperfectly. When anyone’s asked he’s brought up selkies. How can he explain his situation when he doesn’t know how to feel about it himself? As long as he keeps his bird body away out of sight when he’s walking around as a human it’ll be fine.

Anyway. Julien gets the bathroom door open and comes out, fluffing the feathers on his neck. “Hey, Trailermate! Check me out, I’m blue!”
22nd-May-2017 06:39 pm - HMD
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Comments, crit, discussion here.
22nd-May-2017 05:19 pm - LC Permissions
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Backtagging: Always.
Threadhopping: Unless it's private.
Fourthwalling: Please don't fourthwall Zim.
Offensive subjects (elaborate): None!

Hugging this character: Oh my god why.
Kissing this character: No really why.
Flirting with this character: WHY.
Fighting with this character: This one makes more sense. Feel free to beat him up.
Injuring this character (include limits and severity): I don't care, but serious injury probably requires some plotting.
Killing this character: Requires plotting pls.
Using telepathy/mind reading abilities on this character: Sure. His brain is actually a robot backpack thing so I am not actually sure how that would work but we can talk!

Warnings: Zim is gross and hates everyone and is totally okay with experimenting on and killing things, including children. He's also a space racist. Like, super space racist. It is ridiculous.

I am very aware Zim isn't a character everyone wants to interact with, so if you'd prefer I not tag you let me know here. Comments are screened.

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22nd-May-2017 04:56 pm - LC Info
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JOINED: Day 103 during Reboot World (May 23 2017)

✧COMMON CHANGE: Development of fangs, tbd.

1ST CONTRACT: Broke a game and ripped a tent.
2ND CONTRACT: None yet.

CONTACT: [plurk.com profile] diremuta, pan#2663@discord
22nd-May-2017 04:53 pm - LC Inbox
squeedlyspooch: (∀ Nope.)
FREQUENCY: 300.32001
DESCRIPTION: Zim is entirely inconsistent in how long it takes to answer, and he's probably annoyed with whoever is calling him.

LOCATION: Mailbox on Door
DESCRIPTION: Mail is best left in the cute little birdhouse mailbox hanging from their trailer door. Alternatively, you can shove it under their door so that they actually look at it.
20th-May-2017 10:49 pm - Lost Carnival App
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Name: Drag
Contact: [plurk.com profile] DragonScope / [personal profile] tigerscope1994

Character Name: Yugo
Age: 14
Species: Human
Canon: Yu-Gi-Oh! Arc V
Canon Point: Episode 140
Character Info: Wiki page

Note: The canon point was picked on the assumption Yugo arrived in the same way Yuya did; during the white haze that occurred as Reira reset the dimensions. Outside of the ether and wandering to the Carnival though, Yugo will only remember up to his last conscious moment, resulting in a memory gap.

The biggest thing that motivates Yugo through his decision-making is reuniting with Rin. She’s his childhood friend, only friend. He wants to hold her tight in his arms and never let go again because she really does mean the entire world to him. Through the series, it's proven that Yugo shares this attitude to some extent with everything else he chooses to put his heart into, such as proclaiming his desire to live on for Yuzu (when he thinks she's dead). At his core, Yugo is someone driven by a passion for what makes him happy and desire to protect them.

Yugo is incredibly stubborn, unwilling to admit defeat where most would fall back. When he wanted to build a D-Wheel, he diligently worked until he was relatively bright in the fields of mechanical engineering and dueling in order to complete that dream with Rin. And when Rin herself was kidnapped from his dimension, he chased down the culprit without pause (for the most part). He impulsively charges into anything and everything related to his goals, and once Yugo puts his mind on something it's easy for him to ignore his surroundings-such as when he completely missed Yuya's presence during his duel with Yuto.

Oblivious to a fault, it's not hard to think of him as a complete moron despite his talents. He can easily miss even the most obvious of social cues, unable to realize where he misstepped until someone outright knocks him over his thick skull. As sincere and caring as he can be, his impulsiveness emphasizes his obliviousness to an impressive degree, leading him into things like bluntly saying Yuzu needed to change her clothes because they would stink, or even mistaking another for Rin consistently enough to try (and fail) for a hug. The filter between his desires and what’s acceptable in society doesn't exist, so it's no surprise that he's been hit more than once for invading personal space or nonchalantly staring at someone's chest.

It doesn't help that Yugo is casual in general about most aspects of his life. If his short temper hasn’t been triggered, even his friendly nature is portrayed with low-level "biker" patterns of speaking and a general lack of tact coming into everything he says. As rude as he can be though, Yugo is compassionate to others, and even recognizes his faults at times. If he sees that he's truly upset someone, he won't hesitate to apologize, such as when he offered Yuzu a handkerchief and comfort once he noticed her crying. His dream with Rin also reflects this; their desire to win the Friendship Cup and replace Jack as King is all to make life for themselves better.

Yugo can be a bit dramatic though-happy, sad, or otherwise, if the situation isn't too serious in his eyes, his lack of filter makes for a lack of self control. The heart on his sleeve is huge, and Yugo deeply cherishes anyone he comes to care for even in the slightest. It's what drives him to persistently try to hug Serena when he thinks she's Rin, but as well as Yuzu when he reunites with her after believing her to be dead. ...And both times, he gets smacked for it, unfortunately.

Even in a serious mood, he can still be dramatic; just before the start of his fight against Serena, when he thinks Yuzu has been killed, he promises to Rin and to "Yuzu in heaven" that he'll win for them if they watch his duel, and when it seems he's losing against Serena in the (rigged) match, even asks if the "Goddess of Victory" has abandoned him. On a more common note that just shows how dense he can be, he repeatedly mishears the title "Fusion" as the word "fusion", assuming that when someone applies it to him, they are deliberately pronouncing his name wrong ("Yugo", his name, vs "Yugou", Japanese for "Fusion"). Making this mistake is the easiest way to draw his ire, and he childishly protests whenever it comes up.

Maybe his shouting and dramatizations are overcompensation in their own right, but all his loud confrontations aren't for lack of confidence. Yugo has more than enough faith in his skills as a duelist, using that confidence to openly challenge such others as Yuri, the one who kidnapped Rin. This faith in himself is what leaves him enthusiastic, even while gambling his luck on the draw for the cards he needs and dice rolls of destiny in his duels. No matter how the odds sway on him, Yugo isn't afraid to take risks and have fun with it, gladly teaching others to join along in simply enjoying life.

Works with motorcycle D-Wheel tech. Developed this skill over years of work alongside Rin.

Also seems able to somewhat converse with one of his monsters, Clear Wing Synchro Dragon. This could be from when he and the other counterparts were the single being named Zarc, one of a rare few who could speak to and understand duel monsters.

Beyond that he’s just weirdly durable; he survives too many motorcycle crashes- plus one fall through a glass window and onto his bike, as well as concussions to be normal.

For some reason, Clear Wing Synchro Dragon is able to teleport Yugo and his bike freely between the realms that Yugo's counterparts are at. They don't seem to do this when he wants it though.

Soul Colour: Teal

Ideal Jobs: Daredevil, Repair, Thief

Relevant Experience: Motorbike stunts in canon for daredevil; riding D-Wheels (motorcycles + card games) is something he does regularly. Throughout the series, he’s driven directly up numerous vertical walls, into buildings, and once a jump above a police blockade.

Mechanical engineering because building said bike is complicated stuff. He has canon experience both repairing and constructing bikes, so it's implied that he could figure out his way around other mechanical devices if given proper training and time (and if the teacher had patience).

Thief is another strong option because Yugo grew up in the slums; headcanon states that he and Rin had to steal a lot to survive, and in particular likely needed to steal most of the parts used in their D-Wheel and equipment given how well everything runs. That isn't stuff they’d find for cheap!

Carnival History: Made a Timeline Here

First Contract: "I want my D-Wheel back so that I can save Rin!!"
Details: Exactly what he said; he wanted his bike back! So he got it, but his ride was still in the condition it was when a brainwashed Rin threw him (and the bike) off a tower. Yugo would have spent a few months of his first year repairing it with parts gathered in different locations the carnival visited, and possibly any junk parts from the carnival itself.

Second Contract: "I want Rin to be able to be safe and live a happy life!"
Details: After the OSB points out that Yugo could have just asked for RM to save Rin in the first place, Yugo quickly makes this his second contract, specifically hoping for her to live a ‘safe and happy life’ (because she DESERVES IT). Though this doesn’t necessarily require Yugo to be present, which means his soul was left to be stuck in limbo after Yuri absorbed it.

Existing Contract: "I want all of us including that one asshole I guess and the girls to be able to live our own lives!"
Details: From current canon point and forward into its finale, the only individuals that remain of Zarc and Ray Akaba’s soul fragments (it’s complicated) are Yuya and Yuzu respectively. Naturally this is unacceptable- so the souls of Yuto, himself, Yuri; then Serena, Rin, and Ruri get their own separate bodies for the sake of "living their own lives".

Obviously this has already been performed for Yugo.

Current Changes:
RARE CHANGE: If it’s allowed, instead of breathing/creating fire off his body, can it be the weird windy-plasma stuff that Clear Wing spits out instead?

UNCOMMON CHANGE: A long tail that resembles Clear Wing's
UNCOMMON CHANGE: Large crystal growths off the shoulders and waist

COMMON CHANGE: Claws and Fangs
COMMON CHANGE: Long, reptilian tongue
COMMON CHANGE: Skin with a scale-like texture
COMMON CHANGE: Bioluminescent Stripes over the body
COMMON CHANGE: "Dragon-fin" Ears
COMMON CHANGE: Extra height/bulk (Looks older- as old as he figures he is now)

Test Drive - Here
17th-May-2017 10:56 pm - App for [community profile] lostcarnival
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Name: Ami
Contact: MechaPony at Plurk, RainbowDonut #5538 on Discord
Other Characters: None

Character Name: Madhuri Qalli
Age: Mid-twenties
Species: Xaela Au Ra
Canon: Final Fantasy XIV (OC)
Canon Point: The end of the Dragonsong War with Nidhogg's defeat

Character Info:

Madhuri began as a singer and a dancer from the mountains, hunting and gathering for her clan all while building and controlling her power over song and magic itself with every step. That changed when the goddess of the world decided to choose her of all people.

She is one of a group of people within the world of Hydaelyn known as the Warriors of Light, all blessed and chosen for the task of saving the world by the aforementioned goddess. To balance Light and Dark as a whole prevented the world from being swallowed by either. Joining her are many hopefuls from every corner of the world that form the Scions of the Seventh Dawn. They are frequently challenged by baddies or the threat of genocide by summoned monsters posing as gods, they are swiftly defeated, and some semblance of peace in the land is maintained until the agents of darkness, the Ascians, execute their next move to rattle the balance.

As for the bard herself, she's more keen on having attention on her when she performs. Saving the world just isn't her bag, but it seems that nobody else can really do the job, especially considering the antagonists seem keen on killing her.


Because of her upbringing among the Qalli, song practically dances in her blood, and she grew to love all things musical or poetic. Such a strong passion leads her to believe that song can express emotion where spoken word can otherwise not, and in times of peril or stress she finds herself singing to help herself keep calm and cool. This does, of course, make her seem a little strange to outsiders. It even makes her seem a little nuts to start reciting some old tune she'd overheard in a bar when deep inside she's a little unsure.

This isn't often, however. The singer is also quite the performer. Watching her clanmates dance and attending as many plays and interactive tales as possible led her to believe that her body can be used as well as her voice to express what she wishes. Madhuri grew into a proficient actor as well as singer, to the point where sometimes even she isn't sure how she really is deep down when, most of the time, she puts out a charismatic persona to help ease the troubles of others. She tries to be as outgoing and as friendly as possible, ready with a joke or a song to keep her in many's good graces.

But to this day, the uncertainty still plagues her. Is she insecure? Of course she is. She's a small, rather strange-looking woman with her horns and tail, and a beauty that tends to turn heads. While she does not consider that a curse by any means, she does wonder if all of this interest she keeps getting will end the moment she relaxes and stops singing or acting. She wonders if there's some sort of personality in her that will bore her companions or potential beloved ones.

Becoming the Warrior of Light absolutely did not help matters any. Many protagonists consider being a chosen one of some kind a blessing or a path toward destiny and bettering one's self as a person, but Madhuri dreads and actually loathes her role each and every day. She thought she had it so simply, you see, traveling the world and seeing what there is to see, composing songs and choreographing dances. But knowing that the world absolutely depends on you is a terrifying thought. How can someone who is still learning bit by bit of themselves have the capacity to learn of the dangers surrounding her as Hydaelyn's chosen, learn of the threat of the Ascians, the primals and the rest?

Why was she never given the chance to say no, give that crap to someone else?

All she wanted to be was a simple bard. Now, as companions who champion her foisted cause die at her feet protecting her or suffer worse fates, she finds herself withdrawing. People are lighting up when they see her- not HER of course, but the Warrior of Light- and then dying heroically for her. That's terrifying. That's terrifying. She barely knows these people, and just as well, as she feels these people don't know her either.

But she grins and bears it as best as she can, and that's the crux of Madhuri. She fights to be something everyone needs: A rock, a crutch, some emotional support of some kind, or the funny girl that finds just the right thing to say. But she wishes deep down that someone would ask her if she's okay. If someone would just ask her how she's holding up and speak with her as an individual rather than some special chosen snowflake, she feels she may start actually figuring herself out. She may actually start feeling okay.

But until then, she'll keep singing and dancing, acting the role many expect her to. Because what else has she got at this point, when she's supposed to be the gods-damned savior of the realm?

God, she's so lonely...


Instrument Summoning- Madhuri can call upon her instrument of choice, a purple guitar that bears a shape similar to a Gibson. It is directly connected to her in that her magic is the amp, and this allows her to play music wherever she is capable of summoning her instrument. It can also be used as a bludgeoning weapon if need be.

Bard Song (Offensive/Support)- The tales of many of the prominent figures from her world stir her blood. Depending on the song she is playing, she can use relevent magics via firing bolts of it at her foes or adding effects around her purely for show (drizzling rain, a rumble of thunder, trembling earth, a little snow perhaps). The available tales she can tap into are Garuda (wind magic), Ramuh (lightning magic), Titan (earth magic), Leviathan (water magic), Ifrit (fire magic) and Shiva (ice magic).

Secondly, these songs can be used to temporarily imbue a friend's wielded weapon with the relevant element should there be need for it.

Charm Person (With player consent)- Madhuri can flex her magic to imbue her song and dance to coax a listener a little closer, perhaps give up a little extra money for their troubles. The listener enters a captivated state if they have particularly weak mental defenses or may just be in a lightened mood otherwise, but the listener will never perform acts that they are staunchly against.

To apply a power cap, Madhuri cannot make suggestions of anyone or fully control a person. Just loosen their lips or wallets a little.

Mundane Skills- Balancing, agility, combat strategy and experience... ah, and cooking. Madhuri is a top-level culinarian, and can cook a meal that can knock your socks off. A nomad is nothing if they can't feed themselves and feed others, after all.

Soul Colour: Indigo, deep and vibrant.
Ideal Jobs: Showman, mercenary
Relevant Experience: As a dancer and a bard, Madhuri lives and breathes dance and song. Because of her job class an strong affiliation with magic and in part due to the nature of her world, songs can impart strengths and weaknesses upon friends and foes respectively. This can easily and neatly be used to help subdue the unsavory, but also help fill the seats in the big top and captivate an audience to put some serious dosh into the carnival.
Reason for Joining: Madhuri would very happily sign up for work with the Ringmaster. She'd always wanted to run away to the circus, and would find no reason to go back. In exchange for her services, she hopes that someone else can be saddled with the role of Warrior of Light, and she can just be another adventurer and live freely should she ever wish to go back home.


First Sample: A test drive thread for another game.

Second Sample: A log in the same game.
16th-May-2017 09:45 pm
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jonathan strange
the first shall fear me. the second shall long to behold me.

trans: are you wandering just like me / within this sad reality?

what does it mean? / to dream what you dream? / to believe what you've seen?

I fucked with forces that my eyes can't see / now the darkness got a hold on me

death cannot tear us apart

trans: the parade of terror is coming / and it's in your name

outnumbered a million to one / all of the dicks in this dick town / can't keep johnny down

this is no place but here I am / this is not quite yet

I saw you in a dream / you had stayed the same / you were beckoning me / said that I had changed

oh the whole world is sleeping / but my whole world is you

the thing about me that's so impressive / is how infrequently I mention all of my successes
16th-May-2017 11:30 am - lc app
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Name: Pan
Contact: diremuta@plurk, pan#2663@discord
Other Characters: None

Character Name: ZIM
Age: Older than any human.
Species: Irken
Canon: Invader ZIM
Canon Point: Post-show, post-issue 19 of the comics.
Character Info: Here!
Zim is what you get when you combine supergenius-level intelligence, loyalty that's lethally intense, and 40 schmillion programming errors. Having been raised in a militaristic empire bent on universal conquest, Zim's biggest priority in life is to be the Ruler of All. And since he's unfortunately far too short to manage that (the Irkens determining status based on height, and Zim being particularly shrimpy), he's out to do the next best thing: be the Best Invader Ever. All Irkens are loyal and militaristically-minded thanks to the programming in their PAK (essentially their robotic brain), but Zim's happens to be unique in that it, unfortunately, wound up with 40 schmillion errors, rendering it (and him) defective. That level of brokenness renders other advanced technological beings (that is, the Control Brains that actually rule Irk) completely insane, so it isn't all that surprising Zim is the way he is. The real problem lies in his inability to recognize these issues - or, at least, completely ignore them as any doubt is drowned out by an unwavering, unending tide of self-confidence. Even when he loses, fails, is blatantly wrong he still thinks he's won. Somehow. At the very least, it's all a minor setback in what will inevitably be his ultimate victory. It'll happen, you'll see.

Continuing on this streak of over-the-top personality quirks, his unerring loyalty to the Irken Empire is admirable if it wasn't terrifying thanks to his penchant for destruction. He believes his leaders, the Almighty Tallest, are the best ever and even when he knows better he's more than willing to disregard what little logic and common sense he has to believe whatever lies they're telling him. For example, he knew GIR was garbage right away, but when the Tallest tell him the robot is in fact advanced and not total trash he's quick to believe them. One comic issue also consists of Zim nearly murdering himself over and over again in order to "recharge" a "secret weapon" sent to him by the Tallest. Spoilers, it's a giant cheese doodle Almighty Tallest Purple didn't feel like eating. They're just trying to kill him.

The fact that his loyalty extends so far when it REALLY OBVIOUSLY isn't returned is kind of sad, really. Also? Creepy. He happily admits to the Tallest that he stalks them, and spends an entire episode nearly murdering them by bringing their flagship to Earth because of course they'll want to swing by to watch him take it over! Nevermind the fact that they gave him the "mission" in the first place to get him out of their hair. Minor detail.

He's got some good points to him, though. He's intelligent on a whole other level of Irken intelligence, being able to hack technology like the Irken flagship the Massive, reverse-engineered advanced wormhole technology with his garbage of a base, and created an adorable creature that also happened to infinitely absorb energy. That last one also ate the two previous Almighty Tallests, further showcasing how anything Zim touches is a danger to not only his enemies, but his allies and himself. His ego and already-mentioned ballooning self-confidence prevents any real reflection on his part; he's continuously charging through life, ignoring everyone around him in order to fulfill the Tallest's fake orders and be the best invader he can be. Unsurprisingly, this means his narcissism and megalomania are through the roof. The guy not only wants to be a good invader and Irken, but he really, really loves conquering stuff. All other alien species are inherently inferior to Irkens and himself (especially humans, despite his fear that he'll be discovered and experimented on), and are only useful in pushing the Irken Empire towards universal conquest. Or, you know, horrible experiments (see: happiness probe, replacing a police officer's brain with that of a squid's and then letting him return to the ocean and get eaten by a shark).

On top of all these personality flaws is the fact that while Zim likes to think big, he isn't above holding petty grudges. Something as simple as bullying from literal human children results in him stewing, plotting, planning, and enacting a hugely blown out of proportion revenge scheme. Of course, said revenge schemes tend to be so huge because he doesn't think things through, and it's plainly obvious that he doesn't have much in the way of common sense. His patience, additionally, can vary wildly. On the one hand he's totally fine with hiding in his toiler-elevator for years to enact yet another hugely elaborate evil plan against his nemesis Dib (another literal human child), yet often doesn't let others finish speaking or flat out refuses to listen to them. His paranoia can swing just as wildly. He yells a lot.

All in all, Zim is a militaristic space racist wrapped in an exploding layer of unpredictable horror, topped off with delusions of grandeur.

Oh, and he's a big germophobe. It's adorable.

•Ocular implants: Standard issue for invaders. Enhances his eyesight.
•Irken physiology: makes him very resilient (and immune to lice!). Past injuries include: his torso and legs being shredded, his spine being broken, an eye popping out of his head, the sun burning his eyes to a crisp, being set on fire in general, and getting beaten up a lot. The downsides of being Irken, however, mean that most human foods and polluted water can burn him and in serious cases, set him on fire. Irkens also don't seem to be particularly athletic, having to rely on technology rather than their own strength and agility.
•PAK: Standard issue for all Irkens, which contains all his ZIMness, specifically: his charging cell, memory drive, atmospheric processor, spiderlegs that can be used as lasers or a shield, robotic arms, binocular+night visions helmet, an audio-video communication device, a space helmet-bubble, a jetpack, and an organ harvester. This functions as both a brain and life support (as Tallest Purple puts it, "They hold the collective memories of all the IRKENS before us. Our personalities, our power, our high scores, all in HERE."), containing the collective knowledge of the Irken Empire. Detachment will kill Zim in 10 minutes; if it attaches to a non-Irken it will kill them in 10 minutes. Attempts at downloading the information in his PAK apparently hurts, and will cause whatever is doing the downloading to go just as crazy as he is. It can zap him back from unconsciousness if his body's brain gets knocked out.
•Intelligence: He's really, really smart, even by Irken standards. Guy can make advanced technology out of garbage.

Soul Colour: Pinkish-red. Official hex code is #E3256B, and it's called razzmatazz.
Ideal Jobs: Repairman, Lighting/SFX tech.
Relevant Experience: Zim is, even by Irken standards, an utter genius when it comes to technology. He's built a number of crazy ass science-y things through the course of the show and comic, including a time stasis field, a robotic santa suit made up of millions of tiny nano-drives that absorbs data on Christmas, an infinite energy absorbing creature, a gigantic water balloon-making space station, and manipulating Dib's DNA to turn him into literal bologna. He's hacked into the Tallest's flagship the Massive on several occasions, which can't be easy to accomplish, and he's used his technological prowess along with some quick thinking to take out his enemies: on Hobo-13 he reprograms his gauntlets to steal energy from everyone else, using that to complete his military evaluation, and in Plague of Babies he uses his base's power amplifier to amplify GIR's stupidity and destroy the intelligence of the babies. He also does work on things like his ship the Voot Cruiser, which is insinuated should not even be able to fly due to being made out of garbage and farts. He turns GIR into a hyper-competent robot in one episode despite the robot's brain literally being made out of garbage.

One thing worth mentioning is despite Zim's genius all of his experiments have a tendency to get out of hand, go horribly wrong, and usually explode or turn into hideous monsters. Generally this isn't deliberate on his part.
Reason for Joining: Working off the debt after breaking shit (a carnival game and lasering holes in one of the tents).

Samples from the TDM!
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