lostcarnival | ⇨ THE REALM OF DREAMS

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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[ It's early. Way, way too early for Pidge to be up but it's part of her new job to actually have to do that, so she's stumbled into the cookhouse after one of her all-nighters learnign to play card games with Yuugi. Beelining for the coffee, she's not doing all that well in the situational awareness department and the girl bumps right into Childermass's table. That gives it just enough of a joly to send that cold coffee spilling across the surface of the table. And probably onto that notepad if Childermass isn't quick enough to do something about it. ]

Oh quiznak--! Sorry!

[ The jolt Pidge's collision sends through the table is enough to snap him straight back to alertness. It's fueled more by a sudden surge of adrenaline than it is surprise, the second he realizes the coffee has reached the very edges of the little book, he doesn't quite throw himself on the spill, but he does shove an arm across it, forming an immediate barrier between the two.

First he got blood on one arm of his shirt, now coffee on this arm...

Maybe he should consider a new shirt. ]

Be more careful! [ Childermass can't help it, growling the words out as he looks up at her. He doesn't usually snap at people, but he isn't usually this sleep deprived, either, much less sleep deprived in a surrounding he can't easily predict. It wears on you. Sorry, Pidge. ] You'll knock an entire table over next if you don't watch where you're going.

[ Pidge winces as Childermass snaps at her. She deserves it, honestly. Here she is, wandering around in a sleep deprived haze and paying exactly zero attention to what's happening around her. She nods, doing her best to look apologetic (and privately glad that she hasn't ruined his book). ]

Sorry. I know, I just haven't...

[ She waves a hand vaguely. ]

Sorry. No sleep lately.

[ He's silent for a moment, letting the flash of irritation pass and looking at her again with an expression that slowly falls back to something neutral. Then, he breathes out a sigh and moves his arm, pushing the book away from the spill before picking it up. The edges are stained, the cover does drip a bit, but... ]

Well, it was already brown and yellow, anyhow. [ Whatever upset had been there has passed. He can see Pidge is just as tired. ] So no real harm done.

[ He gives the memo book a shake, then sets it safely aside, far from the coffee. ]

I thought the dreamcatchers were meant to help people sleep safely. Did you not keep yours?

No, I have mine I just--

[ Pidge frowns, trying to find the right words for what she's thinking. ]

I can't trust these people not to change my body without my permission.

[ The lion's ears atop her head twitch pointedly. ]

How am i supposed to trust anything else they tell me?

[ Another person with a surprise set of cat ears, it would seem. Once again, Childermass is silently glad his own isn't at all apparent, not unless one had met him before. Anyway, the answer he gives comes with a shrug. ]

The difference in this would be, if something does get you while you sleep, the Ringmaster is out of an investment. You may not trust her in anything else, but you can, at least, always trust someone like that to keep what they consider theirs in one piece.

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[ Pidge has to admit that Childermass is making sense, though it's hard to let go of the keen sense of paranoia that's developed since her arrival here. It's only been compounded by the changes to her body. Pidge grimaces, but nods. ]

Yeah. Okay, you have a good point.

[ She hesitates, then offers a hand. ]

I don't think we've met before. I'm Pidge.

[ When all else fails, trust in the faerie inclination towards wanting to keep their toys. Not necessarily always in one piece or in the original form, but there's no need to add that out loud. Childermass himself finds some comfort in it, just not a whole lot.

He'll look down at the offered hand for a second, then take a moment to wipe his hand clean on his vest. He did just slide his entire arm through a coffee spill, after all, but it was black coffee, no sugar or milk included. It'll be fine. Only after will he take Pidge's hand for a firm shake. ]

John Childermass. We have not. [ Though he's spotted Pidge a few times around the carnival since. ] I would still suggest going back to try and get some sleep, if you have the time for it.

[ Oh. Last names too. Pidge, likewise, has seen Childermass about but never been quite sure what to make of the older man. ]

Gunderson, Pidge Gunderson.

[ She bosb her head in a nod at Childermass, pulls a face. ]

I dunno if I have time--I have to get over and take a look at the spinning teacups. Something is making an unpleasant grinding noise and since I can fit into small spaces...

[ There's the real trap. Now he's going to be calling her Miss Gunderson on into eternity (and there'll be no mistake about it, either; enough girls back in his old childhood gang pulled that same stunt). ]

You fix those contraptions? Is that really safe to do when barely awake?

[ Well, she's not exactly trying to keep it secret, but if people think she's a boy and it means less trouble, she's totally fine with that. Pidge gives something that approximating a very tired, very strained smile. ]

I have a contract, as they love to remind you here.

I imagine it doesn't include "willing to be crushed by machinery while sleep deprived", though.

Probably not, yeah.

[ The idea of getting a bit more sleep does sound rather nice to Pidge. And if it means thumbing her nose at the the whole dumb carnival, so much the better. ]

Maybe I will try to get some sleep.

Although you may wish to run it by your supervisor first, Miss Gunderson. Who might that be?

[ Honestly, so long as it isn't Gilgamesh, she's probably in the clear. ]

Oh, uh, my superior? I think Peridot runs the maintenance department...

[ She yawns behind a hand, frowns. ]

...You don't need to call me Miss Gunderson.

Of course. [ ...guess who's still going to be called Miss Gunderson, though. ] Peridot? Hm. Mr. Joker mentioned her before. Is she actually friendly?

[ Joker seems the sort with a good opinion of most people, so Childermass is taking that with a bit of salt. ]

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sorry for lateness @_@

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