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⇨ ATLANTIS
Who: Everyone!
When: The morning of D44 and onward.
Where: The ocean realm of Atlantis.
What: The carnival abruptly arrives at an underwater realm, and everyone is transfigured into merpeople just as suddenly.
Warnings: Body horror, I guess.
When: The morning of D44 and onward.
Where: The ocean realm of Atlantis.
What: The carnival abruptly arrives at an underwater realm, and everyone is transfigured into merpeople just as suddenly.
Warnings: Body horror, I guess.
THE CITY OF ATLANTIS↴ The visit starts without much warning, but at least there is a full week of free time before performances start. In the meantime, your characters will be given ample opportunity to adjust their acts for an underwater audience, get used to their new fishy appendages, or just spend the whole time enjoying the sights and sounds of Atlantis city. King Triton will not be immediately seen, but it's possible to gain an audience with him if you get in contact with the ambassadors of the kingdom. Just, make sure that you're not wasting his time. He's a lot less patient with nonsense than the Ringmaster is. ► FISH FRIDAY: You fell asleep, whether or not that's something you usually do, and the next morning you wake up as one of the merfolk. A few last additions may grow in after you're awake, but for the most part everyone will have a method of swimming and a method of breathing underwater transfigured into them upon waking. Don't worry about your belongings - everything is waterproofed, and technology will work the same underwater as it does above it. That doesn't mean there won't be plenty to get used to, though. ► GREAT BLUE YONDER: The ocean realm where Atlantis resides is enormous, and the depths seem to be unending. Despite the fact that there doesn't seem to be any surface, sun glimmers all the way down to the ocean floor. Atlanteans use creatures like whales and dolphins as rides and beasts of burden, and they can be seen swimming in and out of the city as constantly as roadways filed with cars in earth civilization. Beyond that, there's everything you would expect to see on the ocean floor here - huge reefs of coral, both familiar and exotic, enormous ocean plants, deep ocean trenches, and all kinds of weird critters living in them. There are a mix of mythical and standard ocean creatures, and are likely a combined populations of many oceans worth of beings. ► THE ATLANTEAN MARKET: The Atlantean market (aka the "merket") is a long trench between rows of buildings in the middle of the city, lit with bio-luminescent plants and rocks, and filled with all kinds of weird mer stuff that you can buy. There are a great many individual booths, mostly with hand crafted wares and objects that have been salvaged from various sunken ships. The Ringmaster has already traded a large number of goods to the merfolk here, and has taken the profit to award each worker with 100 Atlantean Gold to spend as they please. One gold is worth roughly five USA dollars, for a comparison of how much that is. There is a top level set up below in which characters can make their purchases, and you can also handwave the purchase of random common, necessary items (food, drink, etc) at your convenience. ► TREASURE HUNTING: Right now, the only major salvage areas are a few left over sunken ships that have mostly been picked over by the merfolk. However, you are welcome to head over to them and explore, and see if fortune smiles on you when it comes to finding anything that hasn't been taken yet. The current options are three similar looking brigantine that all probably came from the same world. Merfolk do not seem to consider them to be anything extraordinary, though magical items and gold have allegedly been found within them. Whether or not anything is left, is the real question. ► LIMELIGHTING: Merfolk are curious and generally socially forward, as a species. This mean that they find the carnival's workers to be a fascinating novelty, and also are unafraid to make that fascination obvious. Given the opportunity, merfolk will demand your character's attention for bombardments of questions and for general socializing, especially if they are particularly unusual for some reason. Don't be surprised if you get invited to stay at total stranger's houses, or dragged off to a merfolk bar to surprise party with their friends. They'll let you say no, reluctantly, but they will also be pleased as punch to get up in your gill. It's also possible to make some money, this way, if you're willing to do street performances, or are willing to sell your "skills" in a more private environment. Yes, there are opportunities to become a fish hooker if you are so inclined. Merfolk may also offer money to take you as arm candy to various public events, escort style. They don't consider this to be a particularly socially inappropriate thing to do, either. You can ask general questions about this setting over on the event post. There are top levels below for buying Atlantean merch, and also for making dolla dolla, if your character is inclined to try. |
Sherlock Holmes | OTA
Needless to say, after getting trapped in this carnival, the physical changes that included looking like a giant lizard person, actually getting turned into a chameleon for a week, plus getting caught by the Ringmaster (again) recently for a bout of--in his view--mild snooping, after all of this, one would think that Sherlock Holmes would be able to handle suddenly waking up underwater and finding what could only be described as a giant eel-like gray tail wrapped up in his bunk.
"WHAT IN BLAZES--"
A second of flailing and yelling later, in which he was sure his heart rate broke 200 bpm, he realized that the flailing of the great gray thing was in fact, his flailing. Ever observant, he quickly looked over himself to figure out what just happened. He'd find out later that he resembled a frilled shark, a creature that lived at great depths that was probably responsible for the legends of sea serpents. Having rows of backwards-facing sharp teeth was also, in two words, not fun.
Underwater.
He had a fear of drowning, and his brain lashed wildly against the reality of him being quiet able to breathe, despite his gills being very large, frilly, and obviously taking in proper oxygen. It didn't matter. He still panicked, and he thrashed his way out of his bunk and through the rest of the trailer. He didn't know how to move with this giant, long tail, and he curled up in the corner, his eyes wide and trying to force his mind to accept this new reality.
B. GREAT BLUE YONDER:
Eventually he'd managed to figure it out, and luckily the type of fish he was floated quite well, unlike other sharks, so he languidly hovered around, simply exploring things and satisfying his curiosity. He'd always wanted to be a pirate as a child, and with that came dreams of exploration and mermaids. Two out of three wasn't that bad.
He liked exploring both the city itself and the surrounding area, and it was...oddly enough, serene and peaceful, yet exciting and new at the same time.
Sure, it'd probably get boring after awhile, after he'd really sorted through all these new things, but for right now, he was fairly happy about it.
C. LIMELIGHTING:
The merfolk were just as curious as he was, and thrice he was nearly dragged off to go to some party or some social event. Of course he refused, he could scarcely handle ordinary social interactions. Having to learn a new set of social rules for an entirely new species was altogether too much for him. Humans were difficult enough as it was, and he was one.
Well, mostly one. Who knew what he was now after living in this blasted carnival.
Still, he'd gotten wind of a couple of mysteries. Missing persons (fish?), unsolved disappearances, that sort of thing. He'd offered his services as a consulting detective, and lo-and-behold, he actually started getting a steady stream of clients. Some of the 'mysteries' were as boring as someone's significant other cheating on them, but there were a few worth his time.
FISH...
To find this.
Ah.]
...Sherlock?
[...He hopes you are not dead.
That would be....a tragedy. Sort of.]
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The coiled up detective was not doing so well and he was not exactly prepared to deal with anyone, much less Gon. Plus he seemed to be floating which was not helping really.
He doesn't answer, he just stays curled up like that, looking shocked. Not even registering the odd appearance of Gon.]
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Anyway.] ..........Sherlock, are you awake...........
[If Sherlock isn't going to move, then he'll just be coming in and seeing what the state of the trailer is. There's always SOMETHING to clean up, even after 15 minutes of leaving it alone in Sherlock's hands, after all...]
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The trailer's a mess from his thrashing around, but at least it wasn't on purpose this time. Things are upended and bits and bobs are floating Beverly which way. It would be funny if it were not for the clearly-suffering detective in the corner.]
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Poke the suffering detective, figuratively speaking of course. He's not literally poking you.
That would be cruel. He will, however, lean over with his now completely 'furred' face.] .......Sherlock. Do you need me to call for Zecora?
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[Zecora? Ah. No, completely not necessary. Sherlock looks up at Gon's face.]
Just...give me a few minutes.
[The detective did not at all sound like himself. More like, he was struggling to keep some sort of emotion locked up inside. Come on, Sherlock, it's okay to say you're scared. He actually could swim, being on the surface didn't bother him as much, but surrounded by water and trapped in a small area? Yeah, that wasn't good. Obviously he wasn't drowning, but his mind needed to catch up to his body's relative ease with the surroundings.]
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Several.
[Gon's appearance seems to shake him out of his reverie a bit, and his curiosity outweighs his fear. What was he even...?]
What...what exactly happened?
[Sherlock deduced the obvious, but he'd like to hear a confirmation of his theories.]
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Probably.
He puts down a pan that managed to fall from the kitchen, before coming near.] We seem to have moved underwater...for the sake of the entire carnival, everyone appears to have been made to adapt through other changes as a result, even the animals.
...Most likely, it'll reverse when we leave. [........He...He hopes at least.]
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Fascinating.]
And...and what exactly is all...that?
[He pointed a webbed finger at Gon's shrimpy lower half.]
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Steven's Lion is now a merlion. In any case.] That would be my own change...which appears to be some sort of 'shrimp'.
[A Mantis Shrimp, much as he kept his forelegs rather than getting the clubs or 'spears' of the actual creature. So don't make a joke, you'll find out what kind of 'shrimp' those guys are.]
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A shrimp!?
[That was fantastic. He wasn't feeling so bad about his own changes now, after all. Or even being stuck underwater. There were people with shrimp-butts out here.]
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universeocean...Well, now he'll just frown.] That is correct, though admittedly of a variety I, the man Gongenzaka, do not recognize. It has made transport adaptation somewhat difficult, but seems more effective than a typical sea-creature would have been for myself, at the least...
[He was, after all, meant more for a 'quadruped' state...
This is probably as close as he could get on the ocean floor.]
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Then a snort.]
You're a shrimp!
[Well, guess he's somewhat over his meltdown. Thank you Gon. You did very well.]
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"No gettin' inta trouble this time?"
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He wasn't in any particular hurry, so he sort of hovered there a moment, floating along with the current.
"Now, where's the fun in not getting into trouble?" A smirk.
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“Still, sometimes there’s things ta do. Especially in a place like this, where there’s a whole big sea for folks ta explore.”
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The detective looks forward, out towards the surrounding seas. Oh yes, it was definitely tempting to simply spend ages exploring. After he'd gotten over his apparent panic attack waking up in the trailer like this, and calmed down some, this was proving to be quite an interesting turn of events.
"Mm, I find looking for trouble to be a much better use of my time. It's sort of my thing."
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“And just what kinda trouble do ya get inta, then, if ya don’t mind me askin’?”
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He shrugs, smirking as he twisted his tail around.
"Let's just say I don't really care for rules."
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Buuuuuut…
“Y’know, I think it’s a lot more fun ta see what trouble ya can get inta while still stayin’ inside the rules~.”
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Sherlock grinned sharkishly, bobbing along in the current. He had entirely too many teeth.
"It's not fun unless the stakes are especially high."
He may have been joking. Or not.
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“Plenty. Takes skill, doesn’t it? But hey…” Wings flexing, he twists through the water. “S’not somethin’ everyone can do, I suppose.”
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No one wanted to see Sherlock bored. As a certain wall back in a certain flat in London would attest.
Though as of late things had been wild enough that he wasn't. This underwater thing was, once he'd gotten over his fear, quite liberating and fascinating.