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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! )
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! )
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"And I may not be any of those and you may not be under any obligation to listen, but I had thought you would take the advice of another magician more seriously than not at all. If you want to rescue your wife, you only need to be patient."
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"I can't afford to be patient," Strange snaps, glaring still. "It's been months since Arabella died and I'm already starting to forget." Just small things, like the specific way she tied up her hair or how she liked to take her tea. He was always absent-minded to begin with, but he's only just now realized the extent of it. He can still remember the important things, of course: her smile, the tone of her voice, the touch of her hand. But between the madness and the fact that he'll be stuck at the Carnival for the majority of a year, Strange is downright terrified that he'll forget those important things before his contract is up.
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Sure, Childermass could try in his stead (and he even might, just to spite such an unfortunate turn in everyone's fate), but he really doubts he would survive trying to rescue anyone directly from Faerie all on his own. So excuse him, he may come off as sounding heartless about Strange's despair here, because he goes on to add a little harshly, "And if that's today's problem with you, don't summon a bloody random faerie for it. Write that all down like any regular person for once."
But none of this solves the matter at hand, that missing candle. He drops his hand away from where he's left it hovering over the Growlithe and it's a miracle he doesn't start up growling again, he's definitely poised to launch himself at the other magician if need be. That has more to do with the nature of the Growlithe than any command from Childermass, though.
"Do you still have a piece of the candle you used? Any melted wax?"
this is just gonna end up with the dog hating strange for all eternity, isn't it
Mostly because he's
bought a regainset up an arrangement with the Ringmaster so that he can be brought back to life in case of dying (which, at least in Strange's mind, is a perfectly sensible plan and not at all creepy or ill-thought out in the slightest). Still, he's going to let his statement linger there for a moment and probably make Childermass worry, as Strange turns to the second part of the other man's question, paying absolutely no attention to the fact that Growlithe's giving him the doggy equivalent of a death glare."I don't have a piece of the candle itself but there might be some melted wax. I certainly have the match used to light the candle if you think that would help--both are back at my trailer."
probably yeah
There's honestly a bigger, more immediate problem at hand.
"We could try both, though that depends on how good his nose is." Strange might be ignoring the doggy death glare, but in this, Childermass will gesture down towards the Growlithe. "These are supposedly well known for sniffing out just about anything. He may be able to help."
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But with regards to the sniffing claim, Strange is a bit skeptical. He's seen plenty of weird Pokemon already, but one that's capable of sniffing out things to the point where it could find a candle from a burnt match? He doesn't really believe that in the slightest. Still, if Childermass wants to try and see if Growlithe could sniff it out, Strange would let him. At least it's got potential to be entertaining.
"In that case, you and your dog should follow me back to my trailer." And he starts off walking, assuming that Childermass and the weird dog thing will follow him. "What is that animal, anyway? It doesn't look like any of the dog Pokemon I've seen," says the man who's literally only seen Rockruff looking dogs.
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"A Growlithe," Childermass says after a moment of silence, wondering if he might just be able to follow Strange in silence without having to answer that. It's a funny word. Most of these things are called ridiculous names, in fact, so he supposes Growlithe isn't the worst of them. Now, he doesn't sound embarrassed, per se, just... yeah. He has one, he has one of these bizarre little creatures. "The closest thing this world has to a working breed if what I've read is correct."
Of dog, of course. So, shepherds, mastiffs, and... Growlithe.
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He can't help it as he looks down at Growlithe and gives the dog a raise of his eyebrow. The dog has yet to prove his use in Strange's eyes. Hopefully the sniffing will help. If not, well, he hasn't realized the thing breathes fire yet. At least they're keeping up: Strange isn't running to the trailer, but he's certainly keeping things at a brisk pace.
"I'll have to properly tease you about the dog when all this is over," said with a gesture to the snow. Because it's a dog! Childermass owns a dog now. Oooh, look at me, I'm Childermass, I'm big and gruff and stern and have an orange dog called Growlithe, I'll be grumpy about magic and inevitably play fetch with the pooch.
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"And what is there to tease me about? There is nothing strange about a man having a dog, any more than there is about having a horse," he says, just as even and bored sounding as he ever is. So he has a dog. Clearly, it's normal to have a dog. All sorts of people have dogs. Mind, fire-breathing dogs less so, but...
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They're at the trailer by now, as Strange pushes open the door for Childermass and Growlithe to enter. The trailer's a mess, though that's more Strange's inability to keep things clean than anything else. Walking up to the kitchen table, Strange picks up a burnt match that had been sitting on the table and offers it to Childermass.
"Here. I'll scrape off what little bit of wax is on the table, but this is at least a starting point."
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The mess has him pausing at the door of the trailer. This is actually the first time he's been in here, as Strange was more prone to ambush him with surprise visits at his own trailer. When did he get enough things to even have a mess? He frowns, but there's only so long he can puzzle over that before he's being offered a match.
That, he'll consider briefly, then pocket (and he honestly doesn't know why he does that, he just... does), but he really doubts the match would have left any kind of scent on the candle. Fire smells like fire.
"The wax is more likely to have held some scent for him to follow," he mentions, finally forging his way further into the trailer to look around. He can definitely pick up the irritating itch of some unknown magic having turned up here. Probably the faerie that was summoned, it matches what's happening to the rest of the carnival well enough. "Is there anything else we should know about this faerie of yours?"
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Strange starts to scrape off the wax from the table, using his claws instead of a knife or anything like that. He talks as he does so.
"I didn't get the creature's name," which was really smart on the faerie's part. "It has wings and seems to specialize in ice magic. It mentioned the word 'Arcadia'--I'm not entirely certain if that's a kingdom or a realm itself." After all, the realm of faerie had different kingdoms back in their world. It's entirely possible that could be the same with other realms.
By now, Strange has scraped up enough wax that he can offer it to Childermass. It's not that much, just about the size of a bottle cap. But hey, better than nothing.
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For all of six or seven seconds, then he's taking the wax from Strange and dragging his attention back to the matter at hand.
"Of course you didn't. Only an idiot hands out their name to some random faerie or magician," Childermass says offhandedly and drops down to crouch next to the Growlithe, he's been sniffing around curiously though never wandering more than a step or two away from Childermass. "Here, boy."
That immediately gets the dog's attention back, who turns, tail wagging some. He'll hold the little handful of wax out for the Growlithe to sniff, which it does. There doesn't seem to be much more need for any commands to 'go track' or anything of the sort, the Pokemon clever enough to already know what's expected. As such, he immediately begins sniffing around the trailer again, only this time in a much more alert way.
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In his defense, surely the faerie who kidnapped Arabella already knows who he is, or at least he certainly knows who she is. Of course he would introduce himself so the being would know who's summoned him!
Thankfully, Growlithe starts sniffing around the trailer, which provides Strange with a wonderful distraction to not talk about names. "The dog certainly looks like he knows what he's doing. You have practiced with Growlithe sniffing out something before, correct?" Or is Strange going to be the test subject for how well can the dog do in the first place?
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"Not really," Childermass admits, first looking back up towards Strange and shrugging. He'll get back to his feet after that, since the dog has passed over where the faerie first appeared, back over near the table again, and then makes straight for the door. He stops there, staring back at the two humans expectantly.
Probably because dogs can't actually open doors on their own, so...
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"I hope he lives up to your expectations," Strange can't help but grumble. He looks over to the dog, looks at the door, and then it just hits him that ah wait, dogs don't have opposable thumbs, somebody's going to have to open the door for the dog.
With a sigh, as if this is somehow a huge problem, Strange walks over to the door and pushes it open for Growlithe.
in this location: everyone is faster than jonathan strange
"If he does not, I have another idea," Childermass will at least that much out loud. The rest, not so much. He won't stand still long enough to clarify it, either, since as soon as the door is open, Growlithe is out of the trailer and certainly tracking after something. The dog casts around the area for a bit, nose in the air rather than on the ground, then he gives a bark and whirls around in one particular direction, taking off that way.
They're going to have to book it to keep up! Good luck trying to outpace Childermass, Strange.
cardio isn't a part of magic okay???
And really, it's less of Strange trying to keep up with Growlithe and more of Strange trying to keep up with Childermass. It's not that Strange is out of shape, per se, he's just incredibly awful at things like 'keeping pace with Growlithe' and 'sprinting for short distances.'
"Where's he going?" he can't help but yell out, mostly to the back of Childermass's head.
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"Towards the lake, I think!" He yells back, forging his way on through the snow in the wake of the Growlithe. When the dog gets too far ahead, he'll pause and look back, waiting expectantly for them to catch up, then take off again. That continues until they are, indeed, ending up at the lake.
A lake frozen solid, at that.
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Tentatively, Strange puts a foot on the frozen layer, either not knowing or not caring about the potential for getting his shoe wet. The ice groans in a slightly worrying manner, but the top layer of ice remains firm, not cracking in the slightest.
"It really is quite impressive," he can't help but admit, a tone of awe in his voice. He might still hate the fiend for tricking him, but that doesn't change the fact that Strange realizes that despite how powerful he is, there's still plenty of beings out there who have power beyond that.
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That's a lot of ice to cross, but apparently, that's where the trail is leading, whatever the trail even is, and Childermass is about as ill-equipped to stroll across a frozen lake as Strange is. Though once the little dog (and undoubtedly much lighter than these other two idiots) realizes they aren't following along as closely as before, he'll pause, look back, and let out a bark or two.
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When the dog turns around to bark at them, Strange can't help but roll his eyes. Yes, he knows he's slow, thank you dog. "Where is he even going in the first place?"
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Four legs are definitely better than two in this case. Every time the pair of magicians manage to catch up, the Growlithe takes off again, then stops and waits. This will happens at least twice until they've reached the dead center of the lake (or close enough to it, anyway). The ice out here isn't much thinner, creaking under their weight, but not willing to give out just yet. It's at that point Baker stops and sits and doesn't move again once they reach him.
"Out here?" Childermass looks around them. There's nothing else out on the ice. "I see no faerie, that's for sure."
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It makes sense, after all. Who would willingly walk out on the middle of a frozen lake in the first place?
"The dog was searching for the candle, not the faerie. Tell me, do you know any spells of disillusionment or revelation?" He's already getting excited, already getting pumped up as if the candle was definitely out here, ignoring the fact that it's entirely possible the dog led them on a wild goose chase.
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"I do not. It doesn't work for you when you do one?"
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me for this entire tag: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0v4sOvEa7AM
just don't kill the dog
dog gets to stay alive b/c how else will it properly torment strange later
strange and all his chickens too
best dog baker's gonna take care of the chicken problem
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