lostcarnival | what's cooler than being cool? ice cold

Entry tags:

what's cooler than being cool? ice cold

Who: everyone!
What: hey wait a minute, why's it suddenly cold oh for fuck's sake Strange...
Where: the carnival + Alola
When: all of day 76!
Warnings: none, will edit if needed

the Carnival
Surprise, it's now winter.

Starting from the early hours of day 76, the Carnival is covered in snow, the temperature rapidly dropping from 'nice' to 'freezing.' Patterns of frost cover everything and icicles dangle from most buildings. Try to be careful as you're walking around, patches of the ground are frozen over and incredibly slick. Nobody be that dumbass who tries to stick their tongue to the ferris wheel, you're just going to regret it later. Enjoy the fact that almost anything that used to be a liquid is now frozen solid. All in all, it's like someone flipped a switch from summer to winter--there was absolutely no sign something like this would happen in the first place. Why not ask around to see what's up? Or, just enjoy the change of weather and pelt your friend in the face with a snowball, that's also an option. The Carnival re-enacting the plot of Frozen lasts all day, though things finally start to melt and/or magically vanish once dusk settles.

For all you vampires who've slept through most of this, the effects of winter still linger a bit after the faerie's vanished, though in slowly diminishing form. The temperature's a bit warmer and some of the liquids have started to melt, but it's still a bit uncomfortable. It's hard to clean up an entire magical wintery hellscape by yourself, okay?

Alola
Due to the way the Carnival drops people in Alola, it's entirely possible to miss the fact that something weird's going on at the Carnival. Still, some of the winter wonderland manages to seep it's way into the tropical paradise. For most people, the changes are noticeable but easily dealt with. The temperature drops to something more chilly but not downright freezing. Occasionally there are small flurries of snow, but they'll end up melting fairly quickly. Locals are downright confused, mentioning that really, it shouldn't be this cold, this weather is weirdly unseasonable.

Also, what's that weird little ice fox that keeps showing up? More and more ice Pokemon feel a little bit braver thanks to the cold temperatures and are willing to venture out into areas that ice Pokemon might not normally live in. Go train all your fire cats by having them beat up the sentient ice cream cones, everybody.

( ooc: here is the relevant ooc post! This is an open mingle-style log, so feel free to create your own threads, tag around & have some fun! )

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Lambert doesn't really care about random people coming up to his fire -- it's a huge blaze, it was always going to ask attention -- so he doesn't acknowledge Sherlock, either, though he registers the body taking up space on the other side. It's only when he cracks an eye open to check if he needs to add more wood to the pyre that he properly recognizes who's there, and he can't help snorting.

"Didn't peg you for a dog person," is what he'll say by way of greeting.

The Rockruff perks up, noticing Lambert. His posture is alert, slightly defensive, but as Sherlock scarcely reacts or moves, this new person must Not Be A Danger.

"Ruff." It's a small, high-pitched bark, a tentative greeting.

"Why not?" said Sherlock, not looking up from his book. He scratched the Rockruff's head. There was a happy yip and a few errant licks from the small Pokemon. He had not, unfortunately, owned a dog--childhood trauma would do that to a person. Even despite all that, Sherlock secretly adored dogs, it was one of the few things that could melt his heart.

"They usually take a lot of energy." Which is a way of saying, well, you're a snake dude, that cold blood probably doesn't give you a whole lot of that.

"Seems like you get along, though." He wiggles his fingers at the Rockruff, idly. "Pocket-sized, too. Convenient."

Sherlock merely shrugged, even though he got the subtext of what Lambert was saying. "He's not boring, and fairly well-behaved." The little guy seemed to want to stick pretty close to him, at least.

Toby tilted his head, and after a tentative sniff, barked once. "Ruff!" He seemed to accept Lambert's presence, and wagged his tail a little.

"Truth be told, I've always wanted a dog." A pause. "Have you picked up any Pokemon yet, yourself?"

"Well, well. The Carnival really does make wishes come true." Even if the words were sardonic, at least the tone was light-hearted, so he probably didn't mean that cruelly.

The Rockruff was kind of a weak-looking thing, but appearances could be deceiving around here. It would just be Lambert's luck to be suplexed by a dog for making it thing he meant to insult his master.

"I've picked up a couple. They're handy for getting around."

Sherlock rolls his eyes, but it's in that same good-natured vein. The truth was, as much bad the Carnival gave, it also gave a surprising amount of good as well.

This seemed to annoy Sherlock just as much as it made him feel better.

Toby tilted his head the other way, and let out a suspicious "Ruff?" before curling back up on top of his trainer's chest.

Getting around? The detective's brows went up. Now that was interesting.

"You have Pokémon that can transport you? How did you come by those?"

"Painfully," Lambert snorts. Wrestling in the mud with a stubborn ass might be some people's idea of good time, but not his, especially when it meant he'd be washing mud out of his clothes for days.

Still, since Sherlock is asking, he taps at one of the Pokeballs attached to his belt to release the Pokemon inside. The little donkey that pops out (it looks far too silly to be a real creature, but then again, maybe that's what suits Lambert) lifts its head lazily, ears flicking as it takes in the new arrivals.

"This is Pig."

Ah. Well, he wasn't surprised. He could only imagine how some of the carnival members caught their own pokemon.

He blinked at the little donkey-creature that pops out of the Pokeball.

"Huh. Neat. Transportation in a compact little space."

Toby suddenly jumped up and off of Sherlock's chest, sniffing intently and approaching Pig.

"Ruff?" he inquired.

More like had their Pokémon pressed on them ... but Lambert's happy not to get into the details, anyway.

"S'called a Pokeball. Seems like they only work on these things." Animals, creatures, even the term monster would be apt for some of the ones he's seen around here.

Pig flicks an ear back when the Rockruff approaches, but doesn't otherwise approach. It seems exceptionallly lazy, really, standing docile and apparently uncaring of its surroundings.

"How's the behavior of...er, Pig? Mine's been nearly identical to a highly intelligent dog." He wasn't entirely sure that this Pokemon of Lambert's was showing much signs of sentience, or...motivation in general.

"Ruff?" Toby did a little play-bow, his tail wagging, head tilting in a curious way. Play?

"It's like a slightly smarter, five times as stubborn donkey," Lambert answered. He'd made the same mistake as Sherlock, when he'd first tried to grab Pig out in the field -- easy-peasy, a sitting duck for the taking -- and ended up with his teeth nearly knocked out of his skull.

"Tends to be more food-motivated, though." At the word 'food,' the Mudbray noticeably perked up, glancing at Lambert hopefully. The witcher shook his head, snorting and giving it a good scratch between the ears -- which seemed to finally be the trigger for it to relax it a little, glancing down at the Toby and leaning in to give it a good snuffle. Just in case it was carrying anything edible... and in greeting, more or less. It was clear the donkey-like Pokemon was never going to display as much energy as the little dog, but at least it was a little more interested.

"You planning to keep it?"

Edited 2017-04-10 01:19 (UTC)

Sherlock's not had much experience with actual donkeys, but he gets the picture. It's curious how intellegent all the animals were, and he's mildly jealous of this world, in some ways. In other ways he thought the science and the creatures themselves were ridiculous.

"I..." He looked down at Toby, who took the moment to look back up at him with the largest, most-impossible-to-say-no-to eyes. Blast. "Yes, of course I am."

He had no idea how that was going to fly at the Carnival, but he didn't really care about the rules as much. He'd sneak Toby in his trailer for the rest of the year if he had to.

Lambert can't help smirking. "Shouldn't spend all your time playing around on beaches, then. Heard if we train 'em up and pass some kind of test while we're here, we get to keep them for good."

Though the little pup looks like it could hardly beat a bug on a good day, Lambert's own experience with Pig has given him more respect for not underestimating pint-sized creatures. After all, nekkers were much the same. You let their height get in the way of realizing they could kill you, and you wouldn't survive long.

"How on earth are you going to train that?" he waves a hand towards Pig. It hardly looked the type to do much other than walk around a bit, and be ridden on for transport. He'd heard of the 'attacks' and the near-supernatural things that other Pokemon could do, but that seemed to be the realm of the more interesting-looking creatures.

Toby jumped back on Sherlock and tried to lick his face happily. "Besides, the beaches are peaceful. Nobody bothers me."

Shouldn't have said that, Sherlock, because Lambert's eyes take on a dangerous gleam.

"Wanna find out?" He stands up, brushing sand of his clothes. Lambert is the veritable personification of bothering people, so this shouldn't really come as a surprise. "Easiest way to show you would be a fight."

At the word 'fight,' Pig perks up, more interested now. Fights usually mean food afterwards for a job well done.

Edited 2017-04-16 16:22 (UTC)

Sherlock quite enjoyed fights, even if he himself wasn't physically doing the fighting.

But his precious Toby!

"Well, it's up to you," he said, to the Rockruff who was trying to lick his face. "Want to battle?"

"Ruff!"

Guess that was a yes. Sherlock got up, brushing the sand off of himself and Toby, and set him down.

"Let's do it."

Ground type vs. Ground type was likely to be a slog of a battle, although Lambert failed to appreciate that right now, because understanding Pokemon type strategies was definitely for losers who care about that sort of thing and not people like the witcher.

Pig, sensing the shift in mood, perked up immediately, pawing at the ground with a hoof and getting into a battle-ready stance. Lambert crossed his arms, smirked, and raised his brows at the other man.

"Hope you're ready to pay up. C'mon, Pig!" The formerly-docile little donkey started the fight off the way it always preferred -- by throwing mud at its enemy's face.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

what's cooler than being cool? ice cold

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

[ CUE UP BATTLE THEME MUSIC??? ]

[ IT'S HAPPENING ]

no subject