⇨ THE REALM OF DREAMS

[ringleaders]

Who: EVERYONE!
When: S1:D8 - S1:D18
Where: Visiting the Realm of Dreams.
What: The carnival arrives at a new location and has its first performance week with the new cast, as outlined here. This is a general mingling log for convenience purposes, but players are welcome to make as many other logs for this purpose as desired.
Warnings: Could be a lot of things, around these parts.

THE REALM OF DREAMS↴ As the carnival arrives at its first stop since its recruitment phase, and prepares to put its new band of workers to the test. In the meantime, there is a whole new world of dreams and nightmares to be explored, and threats to be faced on carnival turf. As of S1:D11, the carnival will be opening its doors to the creatures within, and the carnival will be open daily from noon to midnight, though the connection to the realm will be constant. This is an all purpose mingle log for the full duration of the stay, so please mark top levels with some estimate of what days they'll be occurring on. Please bring any mod questions to the original plotting post.

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[zebrarhyme_everytime]

So if some trouble should arise
I will be taken by surprise.

[Fair enough, she supposes. At least now she knows what she doesn't know, which is more than she knew before.]

[Winding her way through the trailers, Zecora approaches her own, distinct thanks to the decorations of ceremonial masks on its outside.]

[veinglory]

[As they approach the trailer, he tilts his head back to look at the masks in awe.]

You are quite the decorator, madam!

[He is unsure if it'd be impolite to ask if she hung them herself. What with the whole hoof situation.]

[zebrarhyme_everytime]

It is nothing quite so grand.
Just memories of my homeland.

[Zecora nudges the trailer door open and step in. The inside looks nothing like a conventional trailer -- Zecora has been here so long she's long since changed it up to suit her tastes. Shelves of herbs, flowers, plants, and other more curious things; more masks, hanging potions, and bottles of mysterious substances... and a perfectly normal bed. Hey, not everything has to be weird.]

[veinglory]

[If the outside floored Gottlieb, the inside renders him pretty much speechless. He probably almost crashes into a few things because he's distracted by taking it all in.

He lives with a witch and even she doesn't have such an impressive set up.]

Ah... I really wish Rho could see this...

[zebrarhyme_everytime]

Come in and sit where you will.
I must prepare for blood to spill.

[Chuckling at that, Zecora reaches back to grab her cloak in her teeth, then whips it off and tosses it onto a rack with one smooth motion.]

[veinglory]

[The graphic description makes him wince as he finds a place that looks comfy and sits down. He looks for all the world like a kid sitting nervously in the nurse's office at school.]

[zebrarhyme_everytime]

[Leaving him to sit on her couch, Zecora steps over to a bench full of tools. She collects a small bowl, which she sets on the floor in front of her. Then she takes an obsidian knife in her teeth, pausing a moment to judge its weight and sharpness.]

[veinglory]

[Once it registers what she's about to do, he gives a frightened gasp and turns away to bury his face in his hands, trembling slightly.]

[zebrarhyme_everytime]

[The first sign he'll have of trouble is the zebra's startled noise, distinctly equine in nature. The knife has left a near-painless wound on her foreleg, but instead of blood, smoke curls out of the laceration, while shadow spills down into the bowl to evaporate.]

Well, this is rather strange.

[She ponders this for a moment, then sighs.]

It must be another change.
I should have expected
I would be so infected.

[veinglory]

[Gottlieb peeks cautiously from between his fingers, then turning to face the scene fully when he realizes things hadn't gone as expected.]

That's... how is that possible?

[zebrarhyme_everytime]

Did you think my hooves were always stone?
Or that my metal tail is naturally grown? [She flicks the silver-and-gold strands behind her to draw attention to them.]

This place, in time, causes these changes.
In strange ways, your body rearranges.

[Zecora casually passes one hoof over her wound. Grey lines shine from beneath her fur like smoke and webbing as the injury vanishes.]

[veinglory]

Well, to be fair ma'am, I was unsure what to expect in a talking zebra.

[It's not meant to be rude, more apologetic.]

I am still grateful for the attempt to assist, make no mistake.

[zebrarhyme_everytime]

I am sorry that, in innocence,
I lead you here under false pretense.

[The zebra lowers her head in apology, truly unhappy with how this had gone.]

But if others can provide aid
My other offer does not fade.
If donation is what they choose
I can replenish what they lose.

[veinglory]

[Slowly, he gets up off the chair, scratching the back of his neck.]

It's very kind of you. I suppose I should get on it, then.

[zebrarhyme_everytime]

That is the doctor's role --
To keep you hale and whole.

[Still, her failure to provide more direct aid rankles. Looking rather preoccupied and upset, she paces back over so she can at least open the door for him courteously.]

[veinglory]

[Seeing her distraught makes him pause, trying to think of something comforting to say.]

Please do not worry on it much, Miss, I am sure a solution will be found.

[zebrarhyme_everytime]

I have no worries. Someone else will donate
When it comes to caring, most here are great.

[Zecora just takes her own personal failures, well, personally.]