wandering clown

[showmystar]

Who: Allen and YOU
When: Day 90
Where: Throughout the carnival
What: Allen getting acclimated and being a tool

The Cookhouse

[Allen was in a bad way when he stumbled into the Carnival--literally fell through a wall and found himself here. Barely conscious and desperate, he signed a contract with the Ringleader, buying himself some time. If he had passed out, he would have woken as another person. Now, with her suppressing the memory of Nea, he can sleep. He can recuperate while he learns how to beat the demon inside him.

But first, he must eat. And, following his nose, he beelines for the smell of food.

For those who wander into the Cookhouse early in the day, they will find a young boy devouring a mountain of food. No, seriously. The precariously stacked pile of meats, desserts, pastas, and sweets towers high above the tables, almost touching the ceiling. It sways as Allen tugs a leg of lamb from the bottom and promptly stuffs it in his mouth. The speed at which he eats causes cream and scraps to go flying. It's a messy, terrifying affair that honestly belongs in a cartoon.

Will you stare in horror? Play Food Jenga? The choice is yours.]

Wandering Through the Woods

[If you want to understand something, you might want to go to the beginning. Allen decides he needs to get to know this new, temporary place at which he's staying, so he heads toward the woods.

What do you get when you combine an enchanted forest that turns you back around and an incredible skill for getting lost? A pathetic mess, that's what.

Allen sprints through the trees, emerging again at the forest's edge. He's irritably scratching behind his right ear, where two white feathers have erupted the skin, just beginning to grow. A bulbous golden orb with wings limps through the air behind him.]

Seriously?! [He shouts to the sky:] Is this really all there is?!

Recuperating

[Thoroughly frustrated with the failure that was the forest, he finally finds the lake. Finally, a place he can explore and rest. Taking a moment to clean himself up, he takes off his shirt, kicks off his boots, and rolls up his baggy clown pants. Allen gingerly lowers himself to the water's edge, dipping his bare feet in the shallows.

Anyone walking by may notice the old scar running from his shoulder to his opposite hip, mirrored on both chest and back. A newer wound festers in his stomach, twitching tendrils of white feathers emerging from it. They are made of a divine substance, and it's healing him from within.

Still, it's completely disgusting, and he's in obvious pain.]

Exploring the Mountains

[Once he's gathered enough strength to continue, he pulls on his shirt and trudges up that strange, warm path leading up the mountain. It's practically calling to him, the unknown.

It takes him about thirty seconds to get lost. In the mountains. Alone.

This is it. This is the end for him. RIP Allen Walker.]

((I'll match prose if that's your preference!))

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Wandering Through The Woods

[thevictoriandetective]

Yep. That's it. And if you don't want something horrible to happen, I suggest you don't try to escape.

[Sherlock's baritone voice echoed in the woods. The detective was sitting in the low-hanging branches of a tree, sunning himself and quite happily alone in the peaceful quiet at the forest's edge, at least until people came barging through.

His long coat was hanging over a branch, and he was wearing a button-up shirt and slacks. That was the ordinary part. He also was covered completely in green scales than blended in with the forest around them, and his face was decidedly inhuman with a snake snout, slitted eyes, and four small horns.]

Wandering Through the Woods

[hippocarnival]

[Yuya is in the middle of a handstand right as Allen exits the forest. He's crossing his eyes trying to look at him.]

All there is to what?

Recuperating

[whattaprick]

[ With the mess from the whole mushi incident over and done with, Lambert feels like he could sleep for a million years -- but more importantly, he needs to see to his horse. Pig's overall experienced much less distress than her master over having her body heat leached away, but just to be sure, he's pacing her around the lakeshore. His voice has yet to return, but after dealing with so many people over the last few days, Lambert finds the silence isn't something so unwelcome anymore.

On the enormous Mudsdale's back, he's urging her to plod along the shore and back to her pen when he spots the unfamiliar figure at the lake's edge. Huh. Interesting wounds. On his part, Allen will probably feel the tremors beneath him as the horse and her rider approach. The golden horns and tail are easy indicators this is another member of the Carnival, though as he gets closer the golden cat-like eyes are another. ]

Recuperating

[walkonedge]

[ In the aftermath of the mushi infestation over the past couple of days, the lake isn't as crowded as it should be. It's relatively quiet, and that's why Yamato thinks it's a good place for escaping the chaos of the carnival for an hour or so before returning. His vision is back to normal, but sometimes the carnival's lights are a little bit too intense.

He has a regular spot that he's used to occupying, not too close to the edge of the lake, but elevated enough that he can look down and have a semi-birds' eye view of what's happening below. Not that there's very much happening, anyway.

At least until he spots Allen lowering himself into the water, but what catches Yamato's eye is the ugly looking scars that look painful. ... A performance injury? Then again, Yamato hasn't seen anyone who's been injured that badly in the carnival yet.

He's alarmed enough to call out first-- ] Hey, are you alright?! You're hurt?

[ That's before he makes his way down - with how Allen seems to be in pain, just from the way that he carries himself, it wouldn't hurt to offer some kind of help, right? ]

Cookhouse

[flashover]

[Nearby, a black cat with twin tails watches Allen eat, sending scraps of food everywhere. Wow! He's never seen anyone eat quite like that. But hey, he'll happily clean up the mess. Helping the cat, named Kuro, is a small pea-green bug thing that is all mouth. There's a particularly succulent bone with some meat scraps left that both Kuro AND Nosh spot at the same time, and end up in a tug-of-war over.

Meanwhile, another of the cookhouse's residents flutters nearby to land on the end of the table, eying the food scraps greedily. It's about the size of a small cat, covered in flames, and possessing four wings and six wild, fluctuating eyes. It... kind of looks like a bat? If you squint?]

Mountain!

[small_reservations]

[Axel's wandering from one of his regular visits to the springs when he hears someone... climbing a cliff face? That's odd. Especially since there's a path to the top. Maybe someone fell?

It only takes a few minutes for him to return to the springs and get a rope, so swift do his hooves make him, and then he's on his way back. It doesn't sound like the climber has advanced much, so he calls down, leaning over the edge of the cliff, horns and equally spiky hair, slowly escaping its loose ponytail, outlined by the sky.]

I'm throwing down a rope, ok? Hold on for a few more seconds!