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lostcarnival2017-01-13 04:11 pm
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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. |
Foster van Denend | OTA | tw: this went some places
[Foster has never been a terribly strong person, physically. Poor diet and a tendency to neglect basic self-care really doesn't make you much of an athlete, you know. As a human being, this wasn't really a problem: humans can do a lot regardless of physical strength or ability, and manual dexterity can arguably count for at least as much as locomotion of any speed or level of endurance.
But the body of an orca is physically designed for one primary action: swimming.
Which leads to his current problem.
His new, much more efficient lower half is a lot more of that than he's used to.
It's also a lot more efficient than he's used to, meaning that, for a few days at least, Foster has a bad habit of... crashing into things.
And people.
At varying levels of power and speed, but usually with higher than recommended levels of force.
Hopefully he hits the wall and not you.]
B. Is it still NSFW if he's technically working?
[So that's how fucking worked underwater.
And once Foster knew, he was happy to put it to use.
Letting them use him.
Foster was happy--no, grateful for a chance to be used this way, to be of service, objectified and discarded after the consummation of others' needs. They don't see him or want him as a person--just a tool, the only qualities of which that matter are its availability and ease of use.
It's base, whoring himself out like this. Disgusting. Reducing his body to a commodity, sacrificing his own identity to the wants and needs of others. Of course, deriving pleasure from it is... reprehensible. Selfish. Greedy. All of which describe him thoroughly, but. He is being paid for it.
Except--
Except one of them gave him a present.
It's the kind of token that would be unremarkable had it been given to literally anyone else. A string of beads made from green mussel shell, worn around their neck--it was cheap, mussels being the shellfish equivalent of mice, frankly--but he'd found it attractive and distracting in the moment, and when they were done with him, they'd paid him and he'd expected them to be on their way.
But... they'd gifted it to him.
Just like that.
They'd just... given it to him. A present.
He didn't understand. He didn't deserve something like this. Even a little token--it felt repulsive, raw, unsettling. Just because he'd noticed it. His thoughts, his interests were supposed to be disregarded. They'd waved goodbye to him. They'd smiled. He couldn't say anything. Numb. Sick? He can't keep it. He can't discard it--that would be ungrateful. But he shouldn't have it. He shouldn't have something like this. He should never have been given it.
He floats restlessly by a wall, shoulders hunched, one hand momentarily closed tight in his floating yellow curls. Staring down at the seabed with an intensity that the obligation to blink doesn't much deter, he swims on, then stops again, turns back, like he's lost. Then, suddenly, he grabs someone, all impulsive compulsion, string of beads still clenched in one of his hands.]
Explain it to me!!
C. Wildcard
[Surprise me! Or hit me up on Discord at railehatesfun#6621]
B
Wh-what? [ She squirms, trying to get out of his grasp. This is uncomfortable. ]
Note to self: I need a disgusted icon???
If Chiaki wants to run, now's the time.]
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Um... explain what?
B
[Ash reacts as anyone ought to who is currently a merperson -- she brings her fish tail up and around to swat him away with all the powerful force within it. The action is purely reflexively, accompanied by a shriek of raw surprise.]
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He is so stunned he doesn't even make a sound, just stares at her in a mix of shock and confusion.
Then, in defensive tone--one bordering on anger:]
--why?!
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I don't care!
[He's practically yelling, which doesn't speak well of how much he was listening. He isn't grabbing at her, though, so... improvement? He actually turns away partially, then seizes the necklace he's holding with both hands, shaking it once--not quite at her, just in desperation.]
I don't understand, what am I supposed to do???
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How the hell should I know? What's got you so worked up anyway?
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[He looks at her like she's the one who's lost her mind.]
This--this!
[He holds up the necklace now, somewhat overdramatically--but it's still just a string of beads made from green mussel shell.]
I can't take this!
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[At the sight of the necklace, she blinks slowly.]
Uhhhh, what's wrong with it?
RL got really busy, sorry
He does stop, though, the conflict visible on his face as he realises... belatedly, and with some difficulty, that she doesn't automatically understand what he's talking about.
Finally his lip curls slightly as though in disgust--but only a little.]
It's a.... gift.
[He speaks much slower than necessary.]
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[He doesn't deserve a gift of any kind at all; what he deserves is to be choked against the wall, or kicked in the ribs, or to be spat on, or--
He struggles for a moment; normally he might try and take a shuddering, stabilising breath, but he's underwater.
He still kind of does, managing to keep his shit together long enough to give Ash an entreating, slightly wild-eyed look of desperation.]
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YOU don't get to decide that. The person who gives it to you does.
A
She swims over to examine Foster, looking about as perplexed as she is concerned.] Jeez, dude, you okay? Walls don't really make great shortcuts, y'know.
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That hurt.]
Hhhhgh...
[He hit his head in just the right spot to send pain shooting down through the top of his head. It's a sharp pain, not the usual skullful of reverberation and ache.
One blue eye cracks enough to get a blurry outline of Miko's face. He shuts his eyes again, then reopens them, this time both at once. For just a second.]
....hello.
[.....fuck. He closes them again. That really hurts.]
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[She frowns and leans over to examine his face.]
You sure you didn't crack your skull or something?
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Would it matter?
[He pumps his tail once, 'righting' himself--the rotation gives him more of a headache, but he's actually had worse pain. Now that it's not sharp any more, it's just... well, a pain.]
...it's you.
[He recognises Miko. It just. Took him a second to get to that.]
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Sure is! What's up. Other than the obvious. [Y'know, the tails and the... plowing headfirst into a wall and all that.]
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Haha.
[What is up? He... he knows better than to say outright what's up with him, but he definitely isn't well enough to come up with a substitute. He looks visibly distracted for a second--then:]
...so I guess you joined the carnival. On purpose, or by mistake?
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On purpose, one hundred percent. No way was I gonna stick around at home and go back to school and piano lessons and all that crap.
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That easy?
[Well. Taking risks is preferable to the alternative. He can't condemn that.]
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I have no idea what that means.
[Said with the air of someone who doesn't actually need to know, either. Not that it's personal; he just doesn't care.]
... but this a vacation for you, then.
[Miko would be advised to tread carefully, but this is Miko, so that's probably not gonna happen.]
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