kingsroads: (well phooey)
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! )
npcarnival: (frost)

the summoning

[personal profile] npcarnival 2017-03-29 05:08 pm (UTC)(link)
This faerie might not be at all what Strange was expecting - instead of any form fitting to the title 'the Gentleman', this creature is about four feet tall, with long white hair and wings apparently made out of some kind of flexible crystalline ice. They are also almost entirely naked, except for what amounts to a glittery loincloth.

They appear extremely surprised when they appear, as if they had been relaxing only the moment before. They flex their wings, floating up into the air, looking around with alarm, and then curiosity.

"Well, excuse me," they say, putting their hands on their hips. "You're going to have to be more specific."
npcarnival: (frost)

[personal profile] npcarnival 2017-03-29 05:53 pm (UTC)(link)
"Did we?" they ask, becoming more confident by the moment. The initial surprise of their displacement seems to be fading as they figure their way around the situation. "She might be hard to find. There is no small number of humans in the realms of Winter!"

"Really, though, you must be talking to the wrong guy. I couldn't claim any authority over Her Majesty's subjects."

Let's both just keep pretending we're on the same page, here.
npcarnival: (frost)

[personal profile] npcarnival 2017-03-29 06:18 pm (UTC)(link)
"Orrrr..." the faerie prompts, with an encouraging gesture, "what? You've yet to offer a carrot or a stick! You must be fairly powerful to have summoned me in the first place, but it's pretty obvious that you're out of your league, Jonathan Strange."

They repeat his name with a particular chill, as if they have become more dominating simply by having knowledge of it.

"Since you went through all the trouble, though... humour me! What would you give me were I to have her safely restored? Your magic? Your soul?"
Edited 2017-03-29 18:23 (UTC)
npcarnival: (frost)

[personal profile] npcarnival 2017-03-29 07:11 pm (UTC)(link)
The faerie is silent for only a moment before beginning to laugh uproariously. Their wings sparkle with extra icy enthusiasm, as a cold gust of snow materializes, magically forming a snow sculpture in the exact shape of Strange's body and face. It mimics the expression he's had while trying to make his threats.

"If only you could see yourself!" they say, "Talking so boldly!" The life sized snow sculpture will move, its mouth miming the words as the fae mockingly repeats them "-then I will storm your realm to save her myself!"

"You would have been better off offering your soul... perhaps you could settle for being reunited in Arcadia as servants?"
amusicaladventure: (Alarm)

Ash | Carnival

[personal profile] amusicaladventure 2017-03-30 01:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Alola was beautiful. Warm sun, golden sand, sea breezes -- it was a downright tropical paradise, one that Ash was enjoying thoroughly. Coming back to the carnival, though...

"W-w-w-w-whyyyyyyyyy?" the catgirl demanded through chattering teeth, her arms wrapped around herself to try to salvage every last drop of body heat as it leeched out way too much bare skin for the conditions. Shorts and a tank-top suited Alola perfectly and this not at all.

Ash broke into a run for the trailers, flip-flops slapping noisily against her heels as she sprinted forward. Someone stop her before she hit the patch of ice she hadn't noticed...
npcarnival: (frost)

[personal profile] npcarnival 2017-03-30 06:20 pm (UTC)(link)
The faerie's eyes dart around curiously at that, not looking very intimidated but instead rather curious. They let the sculpture fall apart with a chuckle, and fly in close to Strange's face.

"But think, Jonathan Strange. Do you really want me here?"

The way the last far is said is daunting, much like the way they say his name is. Of course, then the fae flutters over to he candle that Strange had set down at the start. They lift it up in a hand, moving quickly.

"Ooh, what's this do?"
whattaprick: (nyeh nyeh)

lambert, and ota!

[personal profile] whattaprick 2017-03-31 07:39 pm (UTC)(link)

Lambert really, really hadn't wanted to come back here. It proves to be a particularly terrible idea because the moment he steps back through to the carnival and he ends up somehow in the one patch of snow that's shin-deep.

For the record: bare legs and snow don't go well together. A sentiment Lambert proceeds to express at the top of his lungs with a loud, hollered--


--that announces his return. However, he's here with a purpose, which means despite having to clench his teeth against chattering, he's forcing himself to move through the snow and navigate the ice to the lakeside. That does involve having to get through the trailers, though, so anyone who isn't holed up inside (and even those who are) might catch a constant stream of quiet bitching as a horned man in quickly-soggy floral shorts and a tank top slogs through the slush and tries not to slip through ice, trailed by a curious-looking donkey-creature that doesn't seem nearly as bothered by the temperature.


Once he's satisfied himself that all the snow and ice is nothing more than a spell gone awry and doesn't need anything killed to fix it, Lambert is fucking right back to Alola, good luck everyone else. However, he can't quite shake the chill from his bones.

Clearly, the solution is to warm up. So this means he's dug a pit on one of Alola's beaches, dragged in stray driftwood, and set the whole thing on fire. So yeah, Lambert's right beside a bonfire that is definitely breaking ten different kinds of safety regulation, exhaling in relief as he drops down on the sand next to it.

"That's better."
Edited 2017-03-31 19:40 (UTC)
sunflowerfields: (I'll think of you night and day)

[personal profile] sunflowerfields 2017-03-31 08:07 pm (UTC)(link)
"Whoops, careful there!" Ash will find herself being spun around, and will also find a blanket suddenly draped across her shoulders. "It's a little slippery! Hmm, why don't we go get you some thicker shoes?"
sunflowerfields: (Just what you mean)


[personal profile] sunflowerfields 2017-03-31 08:20 pm (UTC)(link)
"Language!" Hinawa says in a sing-songy voice as she rounds the corner with blankets in her arms. "Here, this will get you to your trailer so you can change your clothes."

Then she spots the donkey. "Would your little friend like one, too?"
empty_vessel: The Man With The Plan (Default)

The Carnival!

[personal profile] empty_vessel 2017-03-31 09:19 pm (UTC)(link)
This should probably be a cause for concern. Under other circumstances, 'Scorching hot summer' to 'Multiple inches of snow on the ground' should at least raise eyebrows and possibly a surge of hits to the FAA website for what the weather's supposed to be. Except Jimmy's in a reality hopping, faerie enchanted Carnival, and he's going to enjoy himself.

Even if Castiel is here, Jimmy refuses to sit in the corner and worry himself to death about what the angel is up to. So seeing that it's snowed has him up and about in surprisingly light clothes for the temperature (jacket, jeans and boots), and is off to the kitchens, Sweet Pea bouncing after once she figures out that snow is Harmless, but Not To Be Trusted.
whattaprick: (quelle horreur)

[personal profile] whattaprick 2017-04-01 03:25 am (UTC)(link)
Who or what would ever care about Lambert's potty mouth in the Carnival? At least one person, apparently, and it's enough of a surprise that he can't do much more than dumbly accept a blanket, throwing it around his shoulders.

"I think Pig's fine." Pig being the Mudbray, who has ... perked up noticeably with another person present. It snuffles closer to Hinawa out of curiosity.
thevictoriandetective: (Default)

[personal profile] thevictoriandetective 2017-04-01 02:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Sherlock is not pleased.

Fortunately, he was able to get to the trailer before snow actually started falling, and he'd bundled up by wearing several layers of clothes, his scarf, and his coat, and a couple bottles of boiled hot water wrapped up inside said coat.

He'd been meaning to walk right back to Alola, but it was such a slog through the snow, he had to take a breather inside the kitchen. And load up on some coffee, because the cold just made him sleepy. He'd never really hated snow before, but now he wanted to smack whoever was responsible for this fluffy nonsense.

So there was a muttering, angry green figure under a heavy coat, a beanie stolen from somewhere (or someone), and his scarf covering his entire face, sipping a jumbo-sized cup of coffee in between the folds. Toby, his rockruff, was happily inside his coat, his tiny face peeking out from between his buttons.
thevictoriandetective: (Under the sea.)


[personal profile] thevictoriandetective 2017-04-01 02:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Quite suddenly and without warning, there's a person nestled on the far side of the bonfire, having quite quickly carved out a nice little pit to lay in and read a book. He seems to have either not noticed Lambert, or most likely not cared to ask if he could stay.

His coat, scarf, and other clothes are piled up in a soggy mess near the fire as well, as a tiny dog-like pokemon, a Rockruff, curls on on Sherlock's bare chest. He slipped a bit on the wet scales--someone had obviously pelted the detective with a few snowballs. Slightly obnoxious brightly colored swimshorts completed his ensemble, his pants cast off a few feet away.
atouts: (014; tempérance)

hey there strange buddy ya need some help

[personal profile] atouts 2017-04-01 03:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Normally, there's a pretty high chance Strange may have changed directions and backpedaled away from this particular carnival worker — or maybe not, considering he kind of needs all the help he can get, who knows — but considering Childermass has more or less given up on trying to maintain the gloomy, overdressed, wearing all black in a tropical location aesthetic, a mistake isn't too hard to make. Honestly, who would ever expect Childermass to be wearing an Alolan shirt or anything generally colorful at all?

But he is. That and linen slacks, though he's absolutely grateful he stuck to much more substantial footwear when he came back to a carnival covered in snow. Not that the cold seems to bother him much, even in clothing not at all meant for it. It helps that there's a short, fire-red and black tiger-striped dog busy shoving his face through the snow around them, causing it to melt more often than not.

Anyway, back to Strange walking up and asking about a candle. Good timing, because Childermass was just about to go looking for him! Considering the headache this place was giving him, he already knew from the get go this wasn't the Ringermaster's faerie magic. He turns, giving the other magician a very carefully maintained cool look, since he doubts grabbing Strange and demanding to know what he did isn't going to get them anywhere.

"A candle?" Well, that sure explains a whole lot in a heartbeat. "What in the world did you summon?"
amusicaladventure: (Sadness)

[personal profile] amusicaladventure 2017-04-01 05:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Ash made the sort of startled little meowelp that one would expect from a housecat that had suddenly been picked up without warning. "Back in my trailer," she said, all shivers as she tugged the blanket around her. "The hell's going on?"
whattaprick: (snerk)

[personal profile] whattaprick 2017-04-01 10:41 pm (UTC)(link)
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.
thevictoriandetective: (The detective)

[personal profile] thevictoriandetective 2017-04-02 01:53 pm (UTC)(link)
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.
atouts: (036; two of pentacles)

[personal profile] atouts 2017-04-02 11:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Several, actually, if any closer inspection of his belt is given. The Growlithe, however, is the only one he bothers to let wander off-leash. Almost as if realizing he's being looked at — more like sensing Childermass actually being pretty annoyed at Strange, which these things have a very bizarre knack for — he pulls his nose up out of the snow and starts growling at Strange.

Strange is a stranger, his master isn't happy with him, therefore growls. Not long-lived ones, of course, since Childermass glances down at the little dog creature and waves a hand, shaking his head as he does. Basically, waving off the growling, as if to tell the Pokemon not to bother. It works, too. There is a reason he settled on a Growlithe out of all the other choices, after all. Having something prone to obedience is a perk, especially when that something can literally shoot fire from its mouth.

"Of course you did," Childermass sighs, returning his attention to the other magician. "That was stupid and you know it." He's not even going to pull his punches or even bother with formalities or even false politeness. Strange should have known better. "You don't even know what faerie it was. So what did you get instead, an entire snowstorm?"

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