⇨ 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.

Comments

[faking]

[Alois' eyebrows give a deep and immediate furrow, and while he doesn't raise his head, he does lift his eyes to glance at Silver, skeptical. Whatever he sees or perceives in the sharpness of eyes or the icky hiss—

He reddens quickly, and then even more quickly, he tries to cover it up with snotty anger.]

Hahaha! [he crows, forceful because he's intent on seeming pissed off.] I'd like to see you try!

[But that's his only protest, and he curls into himself with an awkward posture, instead of something aggressive.

...]

Anyway, I've run round this place a thousand times by now, the scenery has gotten boring. Not that the trailer is much better, but at least it isn't chilly in there, when the sun is down. It wouldn't be so bad to read a book or something.

[meanlook]

[Slowly, Silver's posture starts to relax, his tail going limp and his attempts to seem larger than he is ceasing. Alois's words earn a sharp nod.]

You'll thank me when you feel your head hit the pillow. Really, does she even understand how humans work at all? Che.

[faking]

I'm sure she doesn't. Not even humans understand how humans work. [He's sullen but mostly he's awkward, not quite sure how to posture himself in this moment, fingers curling and uncurling. Should he uncross his arms? Should he put his hands on his hips? Nothing sounds right.

Eventually he settles on interlocking his fingers down in front of his lap, and twisting them anxiously.]

Anyway, I didn't say I'd sleep. [Yeah, not sleeping ever is impossible, but he's been getting by with just fitful naps here and there.] But I'll stay inside, at least.

[meanlook]

Didn't say you had to sleep. Just said your head would hit the pillow.

[That all sorted, he waves away Alois's first statement dismissively.]

And psh, humans are easy. Most of them want the same things.

[faking]

[Alois is equally dismissive; whatever, the pillow won't make him sleep, Silver is dumb. Just these petty thoughts. But then his glance turns wry, and he doesn't quite sneer, but he might start doing it. (Sometimes he just can't help himself.)]

Oh, and I suppose you know what humans want?

[meanlook]

Power.

[It's stated cockily, and with more than a grain of 'duh'.]

[faking]

[Alois is as bad as ever at hiding his expressions, so for a moment, a queer look crosses his face. It's not easy to identify: it's not disgust—not even distaste—and it's not even disagreeable, really. Hard to parse, but it flickers away while he lowers his eyes, any extra energy receding from his features. He lets out a breath.

When he looks back up, he's halfway smirking, blasé like they're frivolously discussing a total non-issue.]

Well, at least you aren't that naïve. Only mostly.

[meanlook]

[What he gets in return is an unimpressed headshake and a exhausted sigh.]

You're not as adult as you think you are.

[faking]

[Meanwhile, Alois is working very hard on not being exhausted.]

What makes me not an adult?

[meanlook]

You act pretty childish most of the time.

[No sugarcoating for you, buddy.]

Like, having huge baby tantrums over stupid stuff.

[faking]

What's stupid to you might be important to me. I think it's quite juvenile of you, not knowing that.

[He might be playing; there's a little levity to him. But he might be serious, too, because he's haughty as ever.]

[meanlook]

... and you're extra cranky because you're not getting your naps in.

[Silver may or may not have enough maturity of his own to not screw up his own earlier small victory.]