lostcarnival | ⇨ THE CELEBRATION

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⇨ THE CELEBRATION

Who: Everyone, especially YOU.
When: Day 60 - Day 65
Where: The Celebration
What: The carnival workers are invited to spend the week within the realm of the Celebration, the grounds of a party that has been going on for centuries. Accommodations are luxurious, but those with keen instincts might notice something off about this whole arrangement... (Questions can go to the original setting post!)
Warnings: Booze, drugs, sex, and everything in between.

THE CELEBRATION↴

If you observe that the layout of the Celebration grounds seem inconsistent, then you would be correct. In reality, what lies at the end of each corridor depends largely on what the guests of the Celebration want at the time - if a few people find themselves craving a drink, a bar may appear. If a group finds themselves wanting to dance, a club will open up. This goes on at all hours of the night, and given how many dedicated partiers fill the building, the services are well used. It isn't instantaneous, and the Host has to consciously decide to provide that service, but the changes are fast none-the-less.

► ROOMS: Each trailer pair will be assigned a room to themselves - whether or not it has two double beds or a single king sized bed seems essentially random. Hopefully you aren't too sensitive about keeping that space to yourself. The curtains at the far side of the room don't actually lead outside, but instead to a walk-in closet filled with the Host's best guesses at the type of clothing you might like. They may not hit the nail on the head, but at the very least all the clothing will be in your size. The styles could be just about anything, from any universe, but they do tend to average out to clothing that is Earth-ish. Either that, or clothing that looks like they are meant for elves from a high fantasy novel to wear.

► SHOPPING: If none of your pre-picked outfits tickle your fancy, plenty of boutiques and clothing shops can also be found around the grounds - whatever you're thinking of, you'll probably be able to find a shop appropriate for it eventually. Though, maybe it doesn't really count as shopping if you don't have to pay for any of the things you take back to your room with you? Unfortunately, from the sounds of it, you won't be allowed to drag all of your haul back to the carnival with you, so you better enjoy it while you can.

► DINING: There is no daily schedule to follow, after you arrive. You are free to attend the dining room whenever you wish, and will be seated at large round tables with whoever else may be around at the time, and can either order from the menu or most dishes you may think of off the top of your head. If you don't like the fine dining experience, there are also a selection of smaller cafes and eateries that open and close at varying times of day - and, of course, you can always call for room service.

► ENTERTAINMENT: There is plenty of live music around the grounds (not that you can ever seem to remember who the performers were afterwards) whether it comes to harp music while you eat or a full set of DJs in the club you found. If you are inclined to look for them, you may also find some cozy lounges with big screen TVs, and access to a multi-universal quantity of films. What's there or isn't there is unpredictable, but if you come from a standard variety of Earth you probably recognize some of them.

► SUBSTANCES: You don't have to be coy about it - just ask one of your servers, and you'll be able to get whatever kind of vices you might be craving. Drugs, alcohol, ice cream... it's all good. If this sounds like a nightmare for potential addicts, you would be correct. It's not uncommon to see people clearly over-indulging in certain locations, though guests are usually escorted back to their rooms if they take ill - only to see them back at it again the next day.

► SPA DAY: If you'd like to take a swim, pools of various aesthetics are easy to find. So are hot tubs, and saunas, and Host servants who are willing to give you a massage or manicure. If the party crowd isn't your scene, there are plenty of more low-key opportunities to indulge.

► GREENSPACE: There is one park area on the grounds, which appears to be constructed on the rooftops of other parts of the complex. While there are trees and greenery, there is no real sky that you can see - only the illusion of one. It may start to occur to you over time that no window or rooftop actually leads to any kind of outdoors. The Celebration really is there only thing here.

These are really just examples, and you can get creative with what kind of services you find offered while here, when it comes to generally mundane comforts. It really feels like the Host wants to win you over, as if you staying just a little longer has some sort of intrinsic appeal.

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What is he going to do about it. Now there's a question. Because again, he doesn't want to test the limits of this place. But wow is Sherlock so many different kinds of annoying.

So what he's going to do about it is apparently be equally petty. He has the incantation at the ready, after all. With a gesture of his hand, Strange called forth a small gust of wind directed at Sherlock...or more specifically, that ball he's tossing up and down, intent on magically knocking it out of his hand.

The ball is knocked from his hand and goes flying back at the game, bouncing off the side and rolling away.

"H...hey, you did that on purpose!"

One of his finest deductions.

Shelrock must retaliate. The detective scrunched up his face and sent his chameleon-like forked tongue flying at one of the balls in Strange's game, in an attempt to grab it and yank it back over to his own.

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Strange can't help but shudder slightly at the sight of Sherlock's tongue grabbing a ball and pulling it over. Well he doesn't want that ball back now. What if it's slimy and urgh, he probably drooled on it and the whole concept of just grabbing things with your tongue is something that he still has yet to actually get over.

"When you grab things with your tongue, do you taste what you grab?"

You don't know where that ball's been, Sherlock!

Sherlock grabbed the stolen ball from his tongue before it cracked him in the teeth when he yanked it back at top speed. He grinned, only happy that he has displeased Strange somehow. It didn't take someone with his skills to deduce that.

"Sure. Is that a problem?"

The skee ball wasn't pleasant-tasting, naturally, there was someone who ate pizza recently who'd touched it, and a faint rusty taste of metal and dirt.

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Ewwwwwww.

Strange can't help but wrinkle his nose as Sherlock explains that. While it would certainly be helpful to use your tongue as an extra hand if needed, the fact that he was tasting all of the things that the ball's touched was just a little bit disgusting to Strange. What if someone had sneezed on it?

"I simply thought that you wouldn't be so keen on the taste of the ground."

"Oh, it's disgusting, but fairly interesting. On the hope my immune system keeps up, tasting things is a very good way of gleaning clues and information," he said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Then again, he did sometimes lick things for clues even in his normal life. He'd avoided being poisoned or picking up a terrible disease so far.

"Want this back?" he offered the ball with a wicked smile.

Edited (One day I will make no mistakes) 2017-02-21 04:03 (UTC)

Strange provides the response that Sherlock's probably expecting, as he actively recoils away from the ball. He's perfectly fine dealing with some odd things--it's par for the course of being a magician, after all. But he really doesn't want to touch a ball that's been in someone's mouth.

"I think I'll pass," he responds, with a dry little frown. At least the game has more balls--he doubts it'll be a terrible thing if he's short one.

A shrug. "Suit yourself."

Sherlock tossed the ball carelessly at his own game, it rolled up and into one of the highest scoring spots.

"Oh, look at that! Perhaps the saliva formed some kind of slick surface that creates better traction and handling. This is most curious. I wonder what would happen if I licked the entire surface of the ramp?"

At this point it's not clear if he's dead serious or trying to upset Strange.

Why is this his life now. Strange gives Sherlock a look that purely states 'you can't be serious.' Because he can't be! Not only is that fairly disgusting, it would just be a complete and utter waste of time.

"I imagine what would happen is you'd spend far too long licking a ramp and would end up mostly with a horrible taste in your mouth. Surely you can find something better to do than that."

Strange was right, of course, Sherlock just liked being contrary for the sake of being contrary.

"Suppose it would be a bit dull, and not worth the conclusion," he sighed. One of the attendants was immediately at his side the moment he thought he'd might like a cigarette. He took one absently and lit it, before turning back to his own game.

"It's not like I'd need any more advantage over you anyway," he said casually as he threw a ball.

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"What do you mean you don't need any more advantage?" Strange asks, as he takes one of the balls from his skee ball game...and then just starts to cheat again, as he idly waves a hand in the game's general direction. A gust of wind picks up the ball and precariously drops it in the high point.

"This is hardly a competition."

"That's completely unfair," Sherlock's keen eyes flicked towards where his ball dropped into the high point. There was no way he didn't just cheat right then, that was a gust of wind, wasn't it?

"Why bother playing the game in the first place if you know you're going to win? I could totally beat you in a fair fight."

Sherlock also ignored the fact that he too had been cheating before getting into this altercation.

"It depends on the game. I'm not going to cheat at billiards or something like that, especially when I'm playing against other people. But I've never played this game before, I'm not competing against anyone, and I wanted to see what would happen if I won."

It's all said in a very matter-of-fact tone as Strange looks over at Sherlock. This is his first time at an arcade sort of thing and some of these games light up when someone wins. It's entirely possible that the skee-ball game would light up or make noise or something else also (even though it doesn't seem to be doing that in the slightest).

...well, that was logical. Sherlock didn't disagree with that, and he shrugged and made a face.

"Still not as satisfying as if you won on your own accord though, is it?" He tossed another ball into his own game, as if he wasn't recently just cheating himself. It was possible he was just being contrary for the sake of being contrary.

Strange can't help but frown a little at that. Okay, yeah, he's right, it isn't as satisfying as if he won on his own but dammit, he's going to continue to be contrary and doesn't really want to give Sherlock the satisfaction that he's right.

We've got a battle of two grown-ass men being exceedingly petty over here. Truly, they are the most mature.

"I'm not sure. After all, this way I am practicing my magic. There isn't the satisfaction of winning, but there is the satisfaction of a good solid practice session."

A huff. Well, that was annoyingly a good idea. Sherlock aggressively tossed a ball in.

"Surely you should be good enough at magic already that something as simple as...whatever it was...you were doing..." he waved a clawed hand at the other man's game. "Would be easy, and you wouldn't need to practice it. I mean, what was that, some kind of air manipulation? Seems a bit dull, don't you think?"

Truly the most mature.

"I am good enough at magic." It's said as a matter-of-fact statement but with an obvious hint of gloating. Strange knows he's good, he's the king's magician, of course he's good. And if Sherlock thinks his air manipulation was dull? Well, he'll have to do something that would show the other man just how good at magic he actually is.

"If you truly want to see what I'm capable of, we'll need to go to an open area of some sort. I enjoy the Celebration, I don't want to get kicked out for ruining all their machines." It's said as Strange idly gestures towards the arcade as a whole. He still doesn't know much about this place but it doesn't take an idiot to realize that

"Perhaps that park area will do?"

Hmph. He was taking the challenge. Well, this was promising to be more interesting than skee ball. The detective nodded.

"All right. Let's see what you can do."

It was said in a rather condescending tone, as he crossed his arms and shrugged, with a smirk. He began walking towards the park area, not bothering to wait for him.

Strange responds to Sherlock's tone with a wide smirk of his own. And really? It's a good thing that Sherlock isn't bothering to wait because Strange is just heading over via magic. An overturned drink in the arcade serves as the starting point from which he magically travels to a spilt glass of wine a few rooms away from the park area. Strange prefers travel via mirrors (his affinity for the surfaces have grown ever since he arrived at the Carnival) but liquids can do in a pinch.

When Sherlock reaches the park area, Strange is already there, leaning against a tree, smirking still. "So, you wish to see my magic? We'll start with something simple." Taking a few steps away from the tree, Strange started muttering something under his breath as he rubbed his hands together. As he stopped muttering, he opened one hand, and blew over it, as if blowing something out of his hand. From Strange's hands, a thick, pea-soup fog mist starts to spread throughout the park area, making everything harder to see and generally making the wider greener space a bit spooky.

This is 100% just him setting the mood, trying to give Sherlock a bit of a fright, and being an overdramatic little shithead.

W...what...?

Sherlock turned around, looking to where he'd came from, and back over to Strange, leaning against a tree.

"Clever trick," Sherlock said with all the sarcasm that said he didn't actually believe it to be a clever trick at all. He crossed his arms and waited.

Right, so that fog...thing...any ordinary magician could do that, even without magical powers.

"Exciting."

Sherlock continued to look unimpressed.

As Sherlock continues to look unimpressed, Strange starts to frown. Yes, fog might not be that impressive in the grand scheme of things, but at least it's not rain. And it's creepy, alright? Still, it's not the only trick up his sleeve.

He places a hand on the tree, closing his eyes as he does so. A moment later, the tree starts to grow. Branches start growing out at a faster than expected rate, growing in Sherlock's direction. As the branches grow, leaves start to sprout on them as well. The branches of the tree taper off into small, spindly twigs, close enough to poke the other man but stopping before they actually do so.

At the same time, Strange bends down to the ground, keeping his eyes closed as he mutters something under his breath. It's only when he hears a low rumbling sound seemingly coming from the ground that he opens his eyes, grinning all the while. The ground of the green space buckles up, as if something is trying to break free from underneath. A few moments later, something does break free: oddly enough, it's a fish. The fish looks like a goldfish, but a larger than life one, a bit bigger than a bowling ball. The oddest thing of all, the fish is made from earth. Grass, rocks, and dirt make up the fish, obviously from the ground of the park space considering there's a big fricken hole in the ground from where the fish popped out. Another fish pops up from the ground as well and the two fish languidly swim through the air. They 'swim' over to Sherlock, darting through the branches of the tree before they start aimlessly swimming around the park like actual fish.

It's obvious that this is taking more effort than Strange expected but dammit, if he's going to show off then he's going to show off. "Well?" he asks, a bit smug, as he stands back up, removing his hand from the ground but still keeping a hand on the tree.

Sherlock's eyes widen slightly at the tree growing, but he keeps the rest of his face and his posture impassive. Even as he has to take a couple steps back because those branches and twigs are Too. Close.

The earthen goldfish are a nice touch. He'll give him that. His brother Mycroft would probably like that in particular. If he was capable of seeing a display like this and not refusing to accept its reality.

"It's all right. I guess."

His eyes followed the fish in wonder, but he tried to keep his voice flat.

Take the compliment, Strange. Take it.

Strange has a feeling that he's not going to get anything more than 'all right.' Still, he got to show off for a bit, something that he's been enjoying more and more lately. As he removes his hand from the tree, the branches still stay there, grown out. But with a wave of his hand, the fog starts to slowly dissipate: the fish still gambol around the area though, they're entertaining, he'll keep them up for a bit.

"My magic is practical magic in every sense of the word. Aside from this, I've created roads, different types of weather, and have summoned various sorts of spirits. I also have an affinity for magic involving mirrors." Which really, one could easily guess considering the way his mirrored eyes twinkle and reflect almost every fleck of light in the area.

"I suppose I can live with 'all right,'" said with a little smirk on his face.

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