⇨ THE REALM OF DREAMS

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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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Amethyst jumps, her hair fuzzing up like a cat's. "Geez, don't startle me like that!!" she says. She looks kind of... not quite embarrassed, but definitely furtive? "Keep it down, willya?"

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Peridot makes a weird prolonged laugh sound, like a "Hneeehhhhh," and sidles up to Amethyst, grinning like a horrible little shark. "And what are we up to down here?" she quips, glancing around. "Eating some garbage? Playing some... "practical jokes"?"

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"Uh," says Amethyst, uncharacteristically flustered. "I was, uh... y'know, just... checking on Steven, I guess... Y'know, 'cause he has to sleep and everything..."

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One eyebrow raises very slightly.

"Steven...? Wait... were there not enough dream catchers left to adequately protect his domicile?"

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"What? Well, no, there's plenty, but I just... wanted to make sure..." She scratches the back of her neck, feeling embarrassed and not chill at all. "I mean, him and Greg just got here and..."

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Ha ha you care about them.

"Oh," Peridot says simply, blinking. She doesn't really get why Amethyst is acting so weird about this? She puts on another encouraging smile and gives her fellow gem stiff pat on the back. "Oh Amethyst. As long as they're following protocol and have set up the proper protections, I'm sure they'll be just fine. Besiiiiides, this is Steven we're talking about. He can handle himself against a few dream freaks."

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Shut up!!! GEEZ

Amethyst's shoulders hunch up a little. "Yeah, yeah, I know – it's not like I'm worried, okay, I was just... checking. Anyway," let's change the subject eh, "what are you doing out here?"

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CONSIDER IT CHANGED.

Peridot snorts, putting her clawed hands on her hips. "Well I was looking for you, obviously. Sitting around my trailer gets boring after a while." Her smile fades a bit. "Boring and. Lonely."

Awkward pause, before she gets her chipper back.

"Anyway, I was thinking we could and do some hanging out, you know what I mean? Eh?"

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OH THAT'S RIGHT THEY. MADE PLANS. HAHA. Amethyst has the decency to look kind of embarrassed that she forgot.

"Per, there is definitely nothing better I could be doing with my night," she assures her, taking a decisive step towards Peridot and away from the trailer. She's made sure they're OK! So! It's fine! She doesn't have to stand here all night or anything it's not like she's Pearl! (She would kind of feel better if Pearl was here to stand here all night, though.)

"What were you thinkin', you wanna go back to your place or find somewhere else to... hang out?" Pointed pause to match Peridot's italics.

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"HMMmmmmm..."

Peridot makes a big show of rubbing her chin thoughtfully, and then snapping her fingers. "We could go dumpster diving! You can help me gather materials for my next Morp, and then we can go make that Morp back at my trailer!"

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Amethyst grins. "Heck yeah," she says, with feeling, and loops her arm around Peridot's. "I think I saw some of the cinder spirits throwing out some cool stuff from the big top yesterday – c'mon, let's check it out."

She only glances over her shoulder to make sure no ominous nightmares are hovering over the Universe trailer like once.

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Ah. Butterflies. The warmest of fuzzies. The contact sets Peridot beaming from ear to ear, and she happily lets Amethyst lead the way to this mythical carnival dumpster for a good old fashioned scavenging session.

An hour or so later, Peridot has amassed a respectable sized pile of nonsense with which she can craft her latest masterpiece. There's a lot of food garbage to get through, but when one can get past that, there are some real treasures hidden within: Busted up prizes, broken portions of signs and game booths, bottles and cans, scraps of metal and broken machinery...

[drrdrrdrr]

Fortunately Amethyst is willing to eat a lot of the food garbage (as well as some of the non-food garbage) -- by now she has a stuffed belly behind her messed up stomach mouth and a tidy little pile of Cool Trash. Carnival trash is a very particular kind of trash, and Amethyst sometimes misses her more diverse collection back home -- but far be it from her to turn down garbage.

She stands up, dusting off her knees, and grins. "You want me to carry this stuff?"

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"I wouldn't say no to the assistance," says Peridot. She has a crappy plastic prize novelty ring on every finger, and a shitty plush snake draped over her shoulders. She's also holding a box full of popped inflatable guitars and animals of various types.

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God. Beautiful. Amethyst inwardly swoons a little. "OK, garbage princess, lemme take that box," she says, and smooches Peridot's slightly grubby cheek as she lifts it out of her rubbish plastic ring-bedecked hands.

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The stupid pleased snickering that Peridot does immediately following that kiss is so saccharine that people on the other side of the carnival probably just got cavities from being in proximity of it.

"Princess," She repeats, snorting slightly, padding after Amethyst towards the supervisor's grove. "That's a new one. I like it though! It's a title worthy of my importance."

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"Well, it starts with a P..." Amethyst shrugs, grinning. "Per-incess..." She contemplates this for a moment, keeping her head tilted to try to peer around the box of junk she's carrying. "Couldn't think of any good P words for garbage, though."

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"I'm not sure if there is a P word for garbage," Peridot says contemplatively, rubbing her chin, staring up at the sky. Then she looks back at Amethyst, beaming: "But you know what starts with an "A"? Art!" she exclaims, without waiting for an answer. "And we're going to make tons of it using this sweet trash that a bunch of people threw out like idiots. Nyeheheheh."

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Amethyst's grin widens, and she goes a slightly darker shade of purple under the little gems that dot her cheeks. "Yeah, what dumbasses. This is a great haul. You got any ideas yet?"

Amethyst doesn't have any, of course -- meep morps aren't exactly her forte and she'll readily admit that. She doesn't totally get all of the stuff Peridot puts together, but she likes it and she's happy to enable it.