⇨ INTERLUDE: A Continuation

[ringleaders]

Who: The Ringmaster, all Supervisors, and any rule-breaker onlookers.
When: Twilight on D40
Where: The woods surrounding the grounds.
What: The Ringmaster found something threatening and has decided to share it with her supervisors.
Warnings: Wannabe satanism.

CATCH A FALLING STAR↴ The Ringmaster waits for all of the Supervisors to arrive before continuing onward. She doesn't say much about what they are doing as they wait for everyone to arrive, simply explaining that she has found something concerning that she needs to show them. Once everyone is together, she will lead the pack into the woods - with or without any snoops who may be trying to follow after, against her wishes. The forest is far more accommodating to her than it is to anyone else who tries to navigate it. Instead of getting wound in circles by its path, and running into dead ends, it's as if the trees have moved themselves to intentionally create an easy path for her to follow. It's stretching into the twilight hours as they travel, and various phosphorescent flowers and pods have begun glowing among the leaves with the shift to night, faintly illuminating the way. The sun is low in the sky when they arrive at the spot, still present but swiftly fading as its light cuts through the trees in beams. They reach an area that is not so much a clearing as it is a small space, tucked away between trunks and branches. In the center of that space lies a large, black mark, cut into the earth like a ritual sigil. The dirt and rock is blackened along its lines, and all plant-life within a few feet of its presence has died out completely. As the dark approaches, the black of the lines will seem to paradoxically glow, as if the void within it somehow creates a light of its own. The Ringmaster kicks a few last leaves off of the mark - it seems that she's been clearing away mess from this spot already today, and indicates the digit with a snarl of disgust. "I told you I was cursed!" she insists, putting her hands on her hips.

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[periphrasing]

She grumbles and swishes her tail, ears drooping at the sides of her head, looking distinctly annoyed. Thanks for the sympathy, Sans. Thanks for putting her on the spot, Ringmaster!

"Maybe I can rig up some kind of remote detonator," she muses to herself, glancing away. She starts to groan, but the sound quickly transforms into an agitated snarl, and Peridot viciously kicks at a rock on the ground nearby. "Ugh. I'll be right back..."

[osteothropy]

Sans watches her, his face defaulted back to its state of unreadably neutral. Despite his typical demeanor, he is reasonably concerned about all this - which is probably why when she says that she'll be right back, he's basically just going to follow her.

He doesn't have anything else to be doing, right?

[periphrasing]

Well he's going to wind up following her into her trailer, then. If he hasn't been in here before, he'll find that it's riddled with junk and garbage, but more deliberately arranged than what you might find in Amethyst's space. And that's because... it's meep morps. Her trailer is riddled with meep morps. Even more of them, now that Lapis is living here too.

In the kitchen area, she pulls open a drawer full of junk and immediately begins pawing through it, grumbling to herself as she pulls out miscellaneous materials. Everything gathered, she shoves into one of the fish bags that Joker was giving out a little while back.

"Alright," Peridot says finally, staring dubiously at the bag. "I think that's everything."