HELL OF A HANGOVER PT. 1

[ringleaders]

Who: The people who escaped!
When: Very early Day 66 to Day 67
Where: The Carnival
What: The Ringmaster brings everyone she can back to the carnival after getting kicked out the Celebration, a bit worse for wear. Those that have resolved their threads at the Masquerade can start trickling over here as they sort things out.
Warnings: Angst, mostly likely, as well as potentially graphic injuries.

RETURNING HOME↴ About 45 minutes after the conflict with the vampires begins, the Ringmaster will finally show her face at the Masquerade - and immediately be mortified by what she sees. Though initially mostly confused by the fact that there's been problems over the week, and characteristically obtuse about what's going on, as soon as she realizes the severity of the threat she will launch into action. If the Host managed to miss the combat already going on, they won't be able to miss the Ringmaster tearing up the joint and looking for her people. She's quick to scoop up those that have managed to gather in the dining hall - but unfortunately her arrival seems to be the vampire's cue to retreat. Her attempt to challenge the Host about this will result in the being finally losing their patience and banishing all the vampires and all of the carnival workers from the premises, forcing them back to the portals they arrived from and launching their remaining belongings out with them. The Ringmaster will be pretty fucking pissed off when they return (once again) and will tell everyone to take the time they need to recover, but to stick together and stay safe for the time being. She has a plan to chase down the carnival members that have been stolen, but it will take time. ► BEER PONG: Apparently the Ringmaster spent the entire week playing a nonstop game of beer pong, against several dozen of the Host's bodies. She hadn't quite won yet when the Masquerade began, so she was late. Whether or not she was caught up in the same spell as everyone else is up to interpretation, but the answer "definitely probably." She won, for the record. ► MISSING: Upon doing headcounts, it will turn out that all the supervisors are missing, as well as several regular workers - a few of which will have been spotted as freshly turned vampires during the fighting. Whether that was the point of the attack or not is unclear, but it's pretty clear that the Ringmaster is a little bit devastated about it - particularly about the supervisors. However, she will refuse to talk to anyone long enough to get into too many details. ► THE PLAN: The Ringmaster will announce that she intends to get everyone back - it's just a matter of figuring out their way back to the dimension they've been stolen off to. She guarantees that she will find it, but that it may take some time. In the end, the workers will have a total of two days to recover and plan - during the evening of Day 67, she will be leading a rescue mission to get them all back. You don't have to come, but lives do depend on its success.

Comments

Sick Tent!

[whattaprick]

There's a guy at a table, fiddling with some kind of chemical setup. When a face comes in that he doesn't recognize -- though that describes most of the carnival at this point -- he looks up.

"Were you passed out this whole time or something? Vampires happened."

[small_reservations]

"Nope. Just got back. Vampires again? Seriously?" He rubs his side, as if just the word is enough to make it hurt. "You'd think they'd have learned."

[whattaprick]

"Yeah, again." Another one of those who've fallen out of the Carnival only to come back in the nick of time, huh? It's almost too convenient, but they're not really a position to turn down reinforcements no matter what form they come in.

"They got pretty gutsy this time. Kidnapped the supervisors and everything." He waves a hand vaguely. "You know, really trying to piss us off."

[small_reservations]

"Well, they managed that much." Axel frowns and crosses his arms. This is really convenient indeed. Almost like their boss planned it. "Gonna piss off the Ringmaster too at this rate. No wonder she's bringing people back." He'd kinda hoped she'd forget their contract, but that's too much to ask for, looks like.

[whattaprick]

Who knows what goes on in the minds of fae? Lambert isn't about to speculate. If he did, he knows it would probably drive him crazy...

"Oh, she's plenty pissed." And people are pissed at her, too, no doubt. So's Lambert, on some level, because if they could just call her up when they actually needed her they could avoid a whole lot of mess, yet here they are anyway. He sizes Axel up, speculatively, raising his brows.

"So before you left, what'd you do around here?"

[small_reservations]

Axel's tall, but skinny. A wiry kind of build. He's currently wearing a long black coat and gloves, the coat tailored to be tight around his arms; the uniform of the Organization he was once a part of. It's just what he was wearing when he arrived.

"I did patrol, mostly, but I'd help the nightrunners out when they needed firepower." He chuckles, something about that phrasing inherently funny to him. "It's kinda a relief to be back, to be honest, even if we're fighting vampires again."

[whattaprick]

How Axel manages move around in clothing that tight without pinching his circulation is a puzzle to Lambert, but he can't deny it's got style. Too bad witchers tend to more practical outfits; maybe Vesemir would have had an easier time selling the profession if he at least tried to dress them up a little.

Though that crack about the firepower suggests there's a joke there, the latter part of his statement is more interesting. "Must come from a real crapsack if fighting vampires beats that," is what he'll say idly, with no real rancor.

[small_reservations]

He's got skinny arms is how. He's a stick. But stronger than he looks.

"Technically, my home world barely exists anymore. Winked right out. Poof." He's somehow still smiling. Comes from being dead inside. "Crapsack, I like that. Yeah, life's been pretty much awful ever since. Good to have a reasonable purpose." Especially one that uses his skillset.