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Jonathan Strange ([personal profile] kingsroads) wrote in [community profile] lostcarnival2017-03-29 07:53 am

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?

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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[personal profile] atouts 2017-04-20 02:18 am (UTC)(link)
It's the best idea they have, anyway, so Childermass isn't about to dismiss it. He steps across the ice carefully, putting himself next to Strange and moving to put a hand on the other magician's shoulder, to help keep him steady on the ice.

"Then show me how. Mr. Norrell would write down spells for me to do often enough when he did not want to go out and do magic himself, so it can't be much more difficult than that."
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[personal profile] atouts 2017-04-20 04:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Which leaves Childermass to read over his shoulder while he scribbles it down on paper, up until the page gets handed to him. He'll read it over another time, twice more, then comments, "Seems like it should work. Let's try and see what we get."

At which point he will start going through the spell, expecting Strange to jump in without much warning. This was his idea, after all, and his own spell. He ought to be able to keep up. Of course, once they do get through with it, nothing new appears on the ice with them. Childermass frowns again when he looks around.

"That doesn't make sense. I did feel something happen," he says after, vaguely annoyed right up until the Growlithe hops up from where he was sitting and begins barking at the ice under their feet. It would seem on the ice was the wrong assumption, because if either of the magicians look down, they're going to see a very faint light barely visible in the solid ice a below, close enough to only just be visible but still far enough in to be a problem.
Edited 2017-04-20 16:51 (UTC)
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[personal profile] atouts 2017-04-20 07:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Likely because Childermass failed entirely to warn him that the fire dog is literally a fire dog.

As Strange rambles on, Childermass simply looks down towards the faint light of the frozen candle, trying to judge the distance. It might work, it just might. He reaches into the back pocket of his slacks — out here on the ice, he's definitely starting to regret his choice of tropical attire — and pulls out that odd red tablet that everyone out in Alola seems to have in one form or another. By now, he's at least figured out the basic functions of the Pokedex and he can point it at the Growlithe, bringing up what it can do with a cheery little beep.

"Ah. That should do it," he says mostly to himself than the muttering Mr. Strange. "Growlithe." And the dog looks up from barking at the ice, attentive. "Flamethrower."

And the dog, for his own part, seems to understand well enough. He looks back down towards the candle he's been tracking and draws in a huuuuge breath, chest visibly expanding with it, even if only a little. At that point, Childermass is going to grab Strange by the arm and drag him away a few paces.


Because a few seconds later, a stream of fire practically erupts from the Growlithe's jaws, aimed straight down, directly at the ice. He doesn't seem too worried about the backlash of his own flame, either.
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[personal profile] atouts 2017-04-21 05:20 pm (UTC)(link)
"He could. I did choose his breed for a very good reason, Mr. Strange, and this is only one of them," Childermass informs rather matter-of-factly. He put a lot of research behind his choice of weird elemental buddy, dude, so just trust him on this one.

The Growlithe lets the first long blast of fire trail off, hopping back a step to look over his handiwork. He's made a fairly deep dent in the ice, lake water that wasn't evaporated from the blast melting and dripping into a puddle at the bottom of a pit at least a yard deep now.

Leaving Strange where he dragged him off to, Childermass slides carefully back across the ice — he freezes any time he hears an unexpected creak — and close enough to the dog to look down the hole as well.

"Hm. Might need another blast or two."
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[personal profile] atouts 2017-04-24 04:43 am (UTC)(link)
Childermass slides back a step, watching Strange remove the water without much need for commentary. When he turns back to agree with his own conclusion, just one more blast, he nods and looks back down at the Growlithe. The dog's been watching the two since they came up, tail wagging briefly when Childermass glances down again.

"Once more. Flamethrower," he tells him, waving down into the hole.

That's all the Growlithe needs, hopping back to it with a second intake of breath, followed by yet another stream of fire blasting from his jaws and down into the frozen pit.
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just don't kill the dog

[personal profile] atouts 2017-04-25 08:31 pm (UTC)(link)
A very, very good likelihood. Childermass is already expecting it, which is why steps up to the edge of the hole and reaches down to grab at one of Strange's arms, at least trying to delay him for a moment. In the face of Strange's laughter and grinning, he's as sober as ever.

"Can't you just fetch it out with magic? Like you did the water?" Or it could be he was controlling the water and not just levitating it with something else. What a bother. "Or at the very least, let us destroy it from up here."

Because he is definitely going to fall down and then Childermass will have to go in after him and then they'll both be stuck in a hole.
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strange and all his chickens too

[personal profile] atouts 2017-04-29 02:17 pm (UTC)(link)
That the lake remains frozen is a relief. Childermass hadn't expected so much ice to vanish immediately, but the possibility had crossed his mind and having to swim back to shore from the middle of the lake, not a fun idea. He looks down the hole at the candle, a thin tendril of smoke still rising from the wick.

"Because it's only ice and snow," he offers his own two cents. "Creating it all needed the faerie's magic, but after that, it's not so unnatural. I'm sure given enough time, it would melt away on its own."

That said, how about they don't tempt fate and hang out here much longer? Especially since Strange has already mentioned wanting the candle back. You know, the candle down there in the ice hole with few to no handholds down. It's that which spurs him to act quicker than the other magician, trying to cut him getting stuck down there off at the head. He turns to look back at Strange.

"But it'll go faster with you fixing your mess, so let's get back to shore, shall we?"
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[personal profile] atouts 2017-04-30 09:05 pm (UTC)(link)
"Come on, then," Childermass tells the dog, gesturing for him to follow when he turns to go back across the lake. The Growlithe, of course, hops up to his feet to follow, having an easier time of crossing the ice on four legs over two once more. He keeps pace with the magicians this time, however, so there is that.

It's another long endeavor to get back to shore, even Childermass taking his time and walking carefully across the ice to avoid slipping and falling. The comment about the candle does get a, surprisingly enough, a faintly amused smirk out of the typically dour man.

"You can always get another candle, Mr. Strange. I'm sure the carnival has boxes of the very same kind in storage somewhere."

Because where else would he have gotten the first one? It can't possibly be unique. It's just wax.