lostcarnival | ⇨ 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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Jimmy nods and tries to mimic whatever Gon's doing. "What do we need to do?" He'd still feel better going to get Zecora, but he's willing to give Gon's thing a shot.

He sits down and gets comfortable, and after a moment of still being pissed at Sherlock, reaches over and takes Sherlock's hand in his. Yeah, he might still punch Sherlock out after this for scaring the crap out of him, but nobody should risk dying thinking that they were hated. Especially not by Jimmy.

[Sherlock wouldn't have any idea what Gon is trying to do, even on a good, relatively sane day, so he just goes with it for now. They were obviously trying to help him, and something, as wacky as it sounded, was better than nothing. He just really didn't get magic, or like it very much. It was something he didn't understand, and he didn't like not understanding it. It's mere existence seemed to offend him. Though he'd gotten better about not complaining about it every five minutes like he did when he first got here.

He stays silent, mostly, eyes flicking from Gon to Jimmy, looking pained and apprehensive. His hand would feel cold and clammy, and that wasn't only just because he was a snake. He was really quite ill.]

We must meditate. [...Which certainly doesn't make much sense, but at least they're taking the proper stances. That alone will help. He readies the scroll, placing it where he can see them.] ...This is not as effective as Zecora's magic, by far, but I, the man Gongenzaka, feel it will at least buy us the time to locate her. Simply hold the stance, [he insists, taking a deep breath.] Control your breathing...and focus on what must be done, and what must be repaired. Follow my lead, [he adds, taking a deep breath in.] ...And do not falter, [he finishes, breathing out.

And then he begins to read.

It is a foreign language, an impossible language, perhaps-it is one that Gongenzaka knows not how to read, yet reads fluently, the words simply coming off from the page and into his mind. It will take time to finish the passages.

But that is time that will be worth the while.]

Jimmy's got no idea what Gon's saying either, though that's not his primary worry. He's still sorely tempted to go chase Zecora down and get her in here. But they may not have time, with how terrible Sherlock looks.

He tries to match Gon's breathing and gives Sherlock's hand another squeeze, wishing like hell he had the angel's healing mojo.

[Well, this is a thing.

Normally Sherlock would scoff and call it ridiculous, but right now he didn't even feel like lifting his head up much, so he had to settle for sulky thoughts instead. His eyes flicked over to Jimmy, however, and back down to his hand, a reassuring hold.

Maybe he was sicker than he thought. It was very sentimental of Jimmy to do this unless he really was on death's door...Did he really look that bad? The answer was probably yes. He could very well be dying. And John would never know what happened to him, he would just...disappear. No, he couldn't just give up. He had to stay and fight this.]

[Death and dying are both certainly things they intend to cheat, it seems in this moment. As Gongenzaka warned, it was not a magic of absolute healing, but rather hastening. The symptoms of withdrawl, and those of the drugs that he had yet to pull through, thus come sooner. It is good that he's thinking about fighting.

He's about to fight a lot. Gongenzaka manages to hold remarkable focus despite this-muttering the chants start to finish, the scroll shining with each passing moment. Even Jimmy should feel the effects; whatever damage has been done with smoking, whatever minor injuries he's come upon that have yet to heal, begin to ever so slowly knit together.

It is minor, as he said.

But it buys time.]

[Jimmy coughs, feeling the tickle at the back of his throat get a bit worse as the magic kicks in. It always got worse before it got better, and he grimaces as it does.

But Gon said this would work. And the contents of that list are not reassuring. Like, 'Autopsy reports of overdoses' not reassuring. but he gives Sherlock's hand another squeeze and tries to look more confident than he really is. As soon as Gon gives the word, Jimmy is going to be gone and trying to find Zecora.

But for now, he stays.]

⇨ THE CELEBRATION

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