⇨ 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

NO. SLEEPING.

[babbylon]

[Perhaps not, no, but it does grant Gilgamesh the opportunity to harass the poor man while he slips into unsteady slumber by way of chucking empty coffee cups at him. And occasionally heavier objects, just to keep him on his toes. This is clearly a mature and effective method for ensuring he stays awake for the big show.

Not that Gilgamesh particularly cares for his health, but he was promised something, and he will have it.]

Quit idling, you mongrel. You're needed in the tent.

[Whether or not he is or isn't, Gilgamesh will persist in this until he garners a response. What an annoyance.]

[atouts]

[ Well, mongrel's certainly a new one to add to the list of names he's been called in the past.

Unsurprisingly, it isn't until Gilgamesh actually says something (you know, something like mongrel) instead of throwing yet another coffee cup that he'll finally respond. Before that, he would have been stubbornly ignoring the attempts to harass, even when they would jolt him back out of dozing off (especially the heavier items, which he would need to duck). If anything, there's some small boon to it, because he's more keen on keeping his eyes open, which means finishing up more notes in the little book.

In all honestly, he was hoping he could hold out until the head cook happened out of the kitchen to see such a ridiculous scene, but that's not to be... ]

I am not. [ Childermass replies, refocusing on the page he's been staring at blankly for the last ten or so minutes first, then sparing Gilgamesh a brief glance. ] The show isn't until the evening.

[babbylon]

No.

[Chucks cup.]

It's right now.

[Chucks fork.]

Right now.

[Chucks plate.]

Get up already, I wish to see the trick!!

[...nope, he hadn't forgotten about that. Be careful, friend, he can find lots more to throw.]

[atouts]

[ How many innocent pieces of ceramic are going to be sacrificed this morning?

One less, anyway, since Childermass abandons note-writing to grab the plate before it goes whirling by. That, he sets down on the table a little too firmly to call it calm, even if his expression doesn't change all that much.

Someone's getting a very disapproving look from the magician now and that someone happens to look like a dragon. ]

Do you really plan on doing this until we've run out of cups and plates? Because I'm not too sure the head cook will like that at all.

[babbylon]

[Gilgamesh fumes, but ceases to toss dishware. Small victories.]

How much longer must I wait?! Your show must be awfully good to keep me in such suspense!

[Is he... oh no. Oh no. Now he's moseying over to sit beside Childermass, uninvited. As expected, he looks like a big pouty baby being told he can't have cookies for breakfast. Which, to be fair, he may have actually asked said head chef if he could. He's really that obnoxious and seriously that shameless.

Big pouty baby face in Childermass' space is go.]

What are you doing in here dozing, anyway? At least find a proper bed.

[atouts]

[ Now there's a puzzling mood swing. Was this the same man putting on airs and acting threatening as before? Yet now he's fallen from dangerous snot to obnoxious snot. Not that it changes a whole lot, as being in Gilgamesh's presence is still a headache waiting to happen, simply by proximity. Childermass has managed to acclimate somewhat to the carnival's own level of magic, but some of the people in it...

At least he's seated this time, so he's less worried, but that does not mean he looks at all welcoming to Gil pouting up all over his previously nice and empty table. ]

Whether it is good or not, I do not know. [ It involves making a hippogriff on the loose vanish before he can be attacked, though, so possibly. The fact that he's cheating some on the hippogriff part matters little. ] But I am not willing to meddle with the schedule just yet. As for the rest, this is when I am usually up anyhow.

[ And with someone else so near, he's closing his book of notes. ]

I wasn't planning on nodding off.

[ Yet here he is, doing just that. Or was, until someone started chucking random crap at him. ]