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

[atouts]

"Stealing away bits and pieces of people's lives, I think. Mr. Lambert and I followed the servants when they took one of the less well off..."

What's a good word for it? Childermass doesn't really call anyone a friend, even though he knows there is a handful already in the carnival who might call him one in return regardless. He doesn't really want to call any of the women he while away his time playing cards with companions, either, because that implies other things (not exactly untrue, but also another topic to avoid).

"Guests, I suppose," he finally settles on that. He would much rather call them prisoners since he thinks it fits the best, but it also strikes him as being melodramatic. "I'm not sure most of them could even recall all of their lives before they ended up trapped in the Celebration, but they most definitely seemed incredibly ill after passing out, more than you might already expect."

[kingsroads]

Strange can't help but wince. He's got no idea the extent to how ill someone could get at the Celebration but between all the drinks and drugs floating around, they'd probably be in poorer form than he could even imagine. To get even more ill on top of that...those poor people.

"And then I imagine once the guest feels better, that little magical nudge to go out and have fun starts up again," he sighs, in a bit of a sarcastic tone. Because of course it would. If the Celebration fed off of people,

"I do wonder...at least two of the realms we've visited, we've left the people there at the whims of their world." The Agents in the Matrix, those people still stuck at the Celebration. They were a carnival, not a rescue team, but it still rubs Strange the wrong way slightly. "I don't expect us to make a difference at any of those places, but I do wonder how many more times we'll arrive, stay long enough to realize something's wrong, and then get hurried off before anything can get solved."

[atouts]

"Exactly that," Childermass concurs. That had been his line of thought after what he and Lambert had discovered. He imagines the witcher would agree with him, but he honestly doesn't care enough to go and ask the man. To the rest, however...

He knows he'll sound heartless in the face of Strange's wistful thinking towards helping the beleaguered populations of the past few worlds they've been to, but, while he can find their situations something to abhor, he can't quite bring himself to agree with him. So, he shrugs.

"And what could we possibly solve? The Host threw the Ringmaster out with as much ease as it threw us out. The—" The Agents, of course. It's still a memory he doesn't care to recall, face twisting in a grimace as he looks away. He's already tired, beaten and bruised. Why bring the Matrix up at all? Annoying. "Those machines," he finally gets out, forcing himself to carry on like he hadn't stopped before so abruptly. "Had total control of their world. We could barely use our magic there, so there'd be no helping them, anyhow. It's a noble thought to want to stay and help, Mr. Strange, but we would do better to focus on surviving this mess ourselves."

He always knew there would be some danger in joining a carnival that traveled the way this one did, run by a faerie, but he hadn't quite expected this much, this soon. Turns out he was really wrong there.

[kingsroads]

He had to admit that Childermass was right—a sensation that was growing more and more annoying the more it happened. They couldn't do anything in the Matrix or the Celebration. There was the lack of magic in one and the lack of free will in the other. Strange even tried to do something about the Celebration with Ash, but he ended up getting caught up in the spell and spiraling away from the project to begin with.

And unlike Childermass, Strange wasn't entirely aware of the danger to begin with. Oh, surely it must have existed. But that's not the sort of thing one thinks about when they join a magical carnival in a fit of madness. Needless to say, the past few weeks have acted as a sobering realization for Strange.

"You're right," he can't help but admit, with a little frown. "Especially since it seems there's always to test us even in the more peaceful moments. The giant crab, or that magic at the masquerade, or—" Or getting shot, right when Strange had gotten used to the Matrix. But he's not mentioning that one. Unsurprisingly, Strange doesn't really want to dwell on the latter part of the Matrix either.

"Anyway, hopefully there aren't any other races of demons out there who want us dead for some reason. It would be just our luck to deal with a demonic invasion if the Ringmaster decides to make us play for a dimension of pacifists or something along those lines." He might need to actually ask the Ringmaster about that, once all of this has blown over.

[atouts]

"Hopefully," Childermass can only agree tiredly. One trip to hell was enough, having another hell unleash even more upon them would be a bit much, even if the scenario Strange came up with is, in its own way, a little funny. A world full of pacifists? Really? Would that make anyone who liked a fight a criminal? How quickly would most of the carnival be arrested?

But that's an entirely random tangent and it doesn't do anyone any good to waste much time dwelling on it. Well, no matter. In the end, he can only sigh and stop walking once they've reached the backyard. There, he turns back towards the other magician.

"Just try and remember not to play the hero. You're a reckless man, Mr. Strange, but there are people depending on you to get back home in one piece."

Like his wife, for example. There, at least he can use that as leverage against him now if he starts acting up too much. Want to save your wife, right? Can't do that dead, now can you?

[kingsroads]

"I know," Strange has to admit, with a little frown. "But you needn't worry. I'll try to keep as safe as possible, but I'm working on a plan to help account for all eventualities."

Which of course is most likely going to make Childermass worry. But there's really no way to say 'hey, don't worry, I'm thinking about asking the Ringmaster if she can do her freaky soul retrieval thing that she apparently can do' without making Childermass worry even further. Strange knows that his death is a possibility—he is a nightrunner, after all. So of course he's going to find a way to work around that.