lostcarnival | some people are better at surviving than living

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some people are better at surviving than living

Who: Jonathan Strange & Lambert
What: Lambert drops off Strange's book and asks some questions about the Carnival's last visit to a digital world.
When: After the general presentation/intro to Mainframe!
Where: The Big Top
Warnings: Maybe references to previous violence? Anything is possible with these two!

After the meeting disperses, Lambert sees himself off to breakfast, then back to his trailer, Strange's presence having reminded him of the outstanding matter of giving the man back his book before he drops into Mainframe again. In truth, he hasn't read the book very thoroughly, just the parts of most interest -- anything with the Raven King himself, deals with Faerie, and those King's Roads Strange mentioned before. He also might have casually checked if there was anything in it about binding spells and compulsions, not that he'd be able to pull off any such spell himself, but most of what he can find relates to increasingly long winded stories about fairy servants that make his eyes glaze over. It provides some insight into what Strange was trying to do that buried the Carnival in snow, at least.

... Although it is hilarious to imagine Strange trying any of that on, say, the Ringmaster.

In any case, there's no reason to have it taking up any more space in his trailer than it is -- though that's pretty empty and sparse as is. It's not difficult to find the magician: just have to follow the smell of smoke and crazy. He pushes into the big tent, tail waving behind him and book tucked under his arm, calling out:

"Strange?"

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To be honest, based on the stories in the book, the Raven King kind of sounds like a dick too. An amazing dick, Lambert will give him that, but it does give some insight into the reasoning (or what passes for it) the Ringmaster employs.

"Weird," is what he settles on eventually, with a shrug. "I've never heard of a sorcerer in favor of less knowledge rather than more. Only thing I know most mages aren't keen on is necromancy ... and some spells to create monsters." Not that it ever stopped people from looking into that anyway. That Lambert knows about it at all is a testament to the unsuccessful attempt to eradicate it.

"Guess he really hates the Raven King. Or he's terrified of him." Or both? Lambert has no idea. Mages are weird.

"At least in your world, your mages wouldn't try to be respectable to begin with. If they were in my place and me in theirs, perhaps they would view less knowledge as a blessing," said as if that's explanation enough. Because at least in Strange's mind, it is. Lambert's world is entirely different from his, of course the mages would act differently than magicians of Strange's world would. Maybe if their worlds were swapped, some of Lambert's mages would act closer to how Norrell behaved and the English magicians would act closer to how Lambert's mages behaved.

Of course, the idea of Gilbert Norrell in freaky grimdark fantasy world is enough to make Strange wince slightly. The poor man would be dead within a week.

"He certainly hates the Raven King...though terrified might be a bit too much." Fun fact: Strange remembers the bare minimum of that prophecy Vinculus told him and has straight up forgotten the part where surprise, turns out that Norrell is kind of terrified of the Raven King.

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Lambert crosses his arms, huffing slightly in amusement. Now there's a mental image... "Respectability? No. Power, though, they do care about. Whether it's magic or manipulating people into doing what they want." Part of why he'd been so disarmed by Strange was that he was a magician who acted nothing like any magician Lambert had known. It's impossible to imagine Strange casting a spell to compel anyone to publicly humiliate key members of the town council in public and get thrown in jail as a result, for one.

"Yeah? Strongest hate comes from the greatest fear, or so I hear." He rolls his shoulders back, working the kinks out of his back. Despite the blandness of his posture, there's a real edge of bitterness in his voice, though it fades as he looks at the book in Strange's hand.

"Guess it doesn't really matter here, does it?"

Strange can't help but wrinkle his nose at that. Power? He could see some people caring about power, and he knows that if certain people from his world gained magic, then of course they'd use it to try and get what they want. But magic to gain power? At least, magic to gain power that wasn't the knowledge of magic itself? That's a bit confusing. What good had power ever done him? All the power on Earth couldn't have saved Arabella from being kidnapped—only his magic could do that. Only knowledge could help her now. And manipulating people? At least in Strange's mind, that's something that just isn't done. Or, at the very least, it just isn't done by him.

"I suppose it doesn't," he adds, in almost a nonchalant tone of voice. All throughout the conversation, Strange had been holding the book, keeping it close to his body as if the book would vanish straight from his hands: this doesn't change now, even though the conversation is shifting slightly. "After all, respectability, power over others, neither of those really matters in the carnival, do they?"

Which is a little bit refreshing, to be honest. Even the supervisors were practically under the same playing field as the rest of the carnival's workers.

"Yeah. Guess it doesn't." Lambert nods, even if he wasn't exactly thinking along the same lines -- it's the same idea he was getting at, anyway. Here, the fear and mistrust of witchers, a hundred assumptions about who and what he is? It doesn't matter, either. Not that Lambert will ever stop being a witcher, any more than Strange can stop being a magician, but the context is different. He'd signed up for revenge, but the freedom was something he hadn't expected.

None of which he chooses to express to Strange right now. Instead, he nods at the book, mouth tugging into a smirk.

"Promises still matter, though. Don't forget you owe me." It's teasing, mostly, but also a touch serious.

"I know, I know," Strange teases back, with a roll of his eyes. "And trust me, when I find some sort of jewelry worthy of your...unique sensibilities, I'll purchase it on the spot. But I doubt you'd want anything from the Mainframe to begin with! Everything's just so odd in there."

His prejudice against digital worlds is showing as Strange's tone shifts from nonchalant to annoyed. Is it entirely petty to judge different digital worlds by the same cover? Partly! But Strange has barely wrapped his head around the concept of the internet, power nerfs are awful, and he still has flashbacks to the Matrix, his prejudice against computer worlds isn't entirely unfounded.

Lambert can't entirely claim to understand computers or devices either, but it's just another challenge to navigate, isn't it? Strange's vehement dislike of Mainframe seems personal, though, and that reminds him...

"This isn't the first world you've been to like this, right?" Admittedly, he hasn't done really dedicated digging into the past of the Carnival, something he's wondering if he should have. "You mentioned 'the Matrix.'"

"It isn't," Strange responds, with a bit of a nod. And already, things are...not necessarily tense, but it's obvious that from his glower and tone of voice that Strange isn't too fond of the Matrix.

"The Carnival had stopped at the Matrix when I first arrived. It was another digital world, though actual people were living in it, not the programs. I can't claim to understand the ins and outs of that world, but it also had Agents of some kind who wanted to learn about the Carnival. They kidnapped some of the Carnival employees, brainwashed them, and then tried to stage an attack on the Carnival itself."

There's more to the story--it's obvious from the way that Strange is just so downright uncomfortable talking about it. But if Lambert doesn't pry, then he won't answer. He has nothing to hide and will gladly answer questions if needed...but that doesn't mean he likes talking about it.

Unfortunately, Strange's discomfort isn't Lambert's primary concern right now. Though they've scouted this world to the extent they can, in the short time they have, his own lack of familiarity with the terrain means it's hard to conceptualize the dangers it could possess. If hearing about things going to shit in the past is a way of preventing it in the future, it's important for him to hear it, regardless of how reluctant Strange is to talk about it.

"I'm guessing this didn't happen right away," he says instead, slowly. He silently waves Strange to one of the benches by the front of the main arena, brows raised. If this is going to be a long story, they should probably sit down for it. Also, what is with Carnival members getting kidnapped, anyway?

"Otherwise, the Carnival wouldn't have stayed there long. Can you start from the beginning of -- whatever you remember?" Because, yes, he remembers that Strange was mad when he first came.

"I'll try," Strange answers, with a frown, as he follows Lambert and sits down on the bench next to him. Because yeah, he too remembers that he was mad when he first arrived--and, also, he arrived halfway through the damn thing. Strange never got as good a grip on the Matrix as he did about other worlds. "The people there were trapped, I remember that much, though they didn't realize it. There was some sort of resistance that was trying to free them from the Matrix, though I honestly don't know how well they did."

Fake 1990s digital world had a Borders and, unsurprisingly, even while mad, Strange spent plenty of time at the bookstore.

He pauses, leaning forward slightly, trying to wrack his brain for as many details about the Matrix as he could. Why couldn't the Carnival have stopped at a damn water world again, he remembered Atlantis! "The Agents were...sort of the police force of that world, I would assume? They were the ones in charge, at least."

The explanation isn't very helpful, but Lambert half-expected that anyway. The trick is to patch together what he can out of the magician's words -- because above all else, Strange is likely to be honest, if incomplete. It'll make it easier to fill in the blanks in the story later, if he gets around to asking anyone.

"In charge of a world of trapped people? I think the word you're looking for is 'jailer,'" Lambert says dryly. "Do you know what made them go after the Carnival?"

Based on what little information Strange has given him, and what he knows of the Carnival's residents, Lambert can guess how the Agents were provoked, but ...

"Well I assume it's because we're a bunch of show-offs who can't leave well enough alone," said with a little smirk. Ask a silly question, and all that. There's always going to be some part of these events where some carnival member finds something interesting and bothers the shit out of it.

"Another reason might because of how our abilities worked. In the Matrix, I could tap into a different force and do something like magic. It wasn't magic proper, whatever it is certainly didn't feel like magic and working with it was abysmal, but it was at least something. The trapped people couldn't do tap into that whatever like we could."

And, if people start showing off and doing weird things and stopping bullets with their hands and all that...well, it is pretty darn suspicious.

Pretty much what Lambert expected, which is why it's going to get Strange a wry smirk of his own.

"So they got worried, wanted to figure out what the fuck was going on," Lambert guesses. "And they decided the best way to do that was to start grabbing everyone they could?"

"Grabbing everyone they could, doing something to the people they grabbed so that they would serve the Agents, and then attacking the carnival."

Strange doesn't know the specifics of the Agent's torture and brainwashing, he just knows that it happened, it was apparently reversible, and it must have sucked. Poor Childermass was laid up for days afterwards.

"Can't tell if that's more or less of a mess than what happened with the vampires," Lambert shakes his head. At least this disaster can't be attributed to the Ringmaster's sex life, as low a bar as that is to clear. "Carnival's still standing, so I'm guessing that means it didn't work. How many people did they take? Were you...?"

If he was, that would explain a lot about why Strange hates digital worlds. Lambert can't blame him. Getting your will taken over on top of being mad can't be easy on the mind.

"Was I taken? No, I wasn't." Childermass was. And if pressed, Strange will tell Lambert that fact. That's common knowledge, after all, and Strange isn't going to lie about it (even if he realizes that poor Childermass is most likely going to get bothered by Lambert about all this nonsense).

"However, in the ensuing chaos of the Agents' attack on the carnival, I was shot." It's obvious where as, unconsciously, Strange sets the book down next to him on the bench and reaches up to rub his right shoulder, a nervous tic over anything else. "Obviously I've made a full recovery, but I wouldn't want to relive the experience."

Lambert's eyes narrow slightly. He can recognize an omission when he hears one, although he's not sure why Strange bothers. Just as the matter of who was kidnapped by the vampires is hardly a secret, whoever was taken by the Agents would be obvious to anyone ... except those who have to hear about it secondhand.

Pressing Strange on the matter waits, though, at least for a moment, while he watches the man rub at his shoulder. Lambert himself didn't get shot during the vampire's attack on the Masquerade -- and small mercies for that -- but he'd seen the damage a gun could do when Childermass used it (though that had been from a shotgun, not a pistol -- not a distinction Lambert's been enlightened about. That hadn't been pretty. Strange isn't a fighter, for all he continually harps on having been in a war. Then again, here they have spells and potions to mend almost any injury, without needing someone to have inhuman constitution to withstand them.

"It takes a certain kind of mind to care to relive traumatic injury, Strange," he says instead, dryly. "And you're not that far gone." He gives him an appraising look, considering. Strange can be quick with those mirrors and puddles with sufficient; if he got shot, it probably means he got caught off guard. His lip curls.

"Who shot you?"

"Childermass," Strange simply responds, still unconsciously rubbing his shoulder. And that explains how he got caught off guard. Of course Strange wouldn't expect Childermass of all people to shoot him. Still, he feels the need to defend the man, to explain the circumstances, even if they both already know that Childermass in his right mind wouldn't even think of shooting Strange.

"He was one of the people who were kidnapped by the Agents—and don't ask me what they did to him, for I haven't the slightest clue myself." Of course Childermass wasn't going to talk to Strange about what happened in the Matrix. To start with, he was Childermass, wringing water from a stone was easier than wringing a conversation about himself. Even now Strange doesn't have any idea about what happened or the full extent of what the Agents did to him in the Matrix...just that it must have been terrible.

The answer gives Lambert pause, but only because of surprise, brows raising as the humor fades from his face. It's not so much the act of Childermass shooting Strange -- he has the dire suspicion Childermass would do that or worse if it had a conceivable purpose that he wanted to achieve -- as that he'd let himself be manipulated into something like that.

Then again, if Lambert had been able to give Childermass to indulge at the Carnival so easily, maybe the man's mental defenses aren't so formidable as his scowl.

It is, however, entirely unsurprising he wouldn't talk about it, and Lambert can't help snorting as Strange rushes in to defend his fellow magician's impugned honor. Childermass keeping things to himself? Say it isn't so. There are, however, more practical concerns to the revelation. Namely:

"So it could happen again, and we wouldn't even know what to look for. Who else was taken, can you remember?"

"I don't remember—it was only a handful of people though. No more than four." But who those two to four people were, Strange has no idea. Sorry, Lambert!

But no, there's something else that he needs to point out first. It could happen again? What was Lambert talking about, the Matrix or people being possessed in general?

"I don't think it could happen again, though. At least, I doubt the specifics of the Matrix could happen again, not when we all know what to expect." Oh, someone different could come in and possess Carnival members or coax them to do dangerous things, that much was certain. People lost their resolve in the Celebration and, despite the fact that it's all gone now, Strange still has memories of that cursed potion he picked up in Atlantis whispering his name. But the Agents specifically? Most likely not. "I don't think they have the capabilities to cross realms the way that the Ringmaster or I can."

Great. So if he wants more information about the details, he'll have to pry it out of the other magician. Lambert can already predict exactly how productive that conversation is going to be. Nonetheless, Strange's surety has him frowning and shaking his head.

"If the Matrix was like Mainframe, maybe they've got some things in common. Including how they can affect us. The Mainframe might not have Agents, but we still don't exactly know what can happen to us..." Lambert exhales, with a touch of wry amusement and looks away.

"No witcher's ever died in his bed, Strange, but we aren't in a hurry to get there either. Anything that helps me figure out how this place works could matter when I'm least expecting it to."

"So far the main similarity between the two is that they're both 'digital.'" The word digital is said as if it's a foreign phrase. And really...Strange has absolutely no clue what the hell it precisely means to be digital. All he knows for certain is that it involves computers and he hates it. Granted, the likelihood that Lambert knows the ins and outs of digital is equally slim to none.

"Here's something that might help: the Matrix didn't have anything remotely like those game cubes that the Mainframe has. I don't think there was anything close to reaching that level of casual destruction."

Considering that Strange spent most of the first day in that blasted out game cube area (and any report that he submitted was pretty much solely what he learned about the game cube), it's obvious where Strange's priorities lied.

It's true that Lambert has little understanding of what a digital world is, or whether any of his knowledge really has any relevance to it. All the same, he hates the idea of being vulnerable to something because of ignorance. It would be a piss-poor show to have survived witcher training and all the shit he's had to deal with only to lose out to a game.

"It was like seeing a village after a war," Lambert murmurs. He hadn't known what to expect when the cube dissipated, but it wasn't that, that's for sure, and Strange's report (poor illustrations and all) is a surreal documentation of that. Then again, even a war left survivors, something standing as a testament to the devastation -- not creatures that could barely speak or think.

"Odd how they just accept it. They're blaming the virus, but..." He shrugs. "I haven't actually heard of anyone seriously trying to do anything to stop it. Seems like they're pretty happy to depend on the Guardian."

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Now that last question causes Strange to look over at Lambert with a little confused frown. Was that supposed to be noteworthy?

"Are you really surprised by that? If you've got a resource who can help out, you lean on said resource--especially if they do things you can't." Of course they're pretty happy to depend on the Guardian, just as the army was happy to depend on him in the peninsula. Merlin put out this building that's on fire, Merlin can't you do something about this door, Merlin we need the forest moved. He's not thinking about it or stating his words in a bitter tone, just something entirely too matter of fact.

"I suppose some things are universal to this world of 'programs' and our worlds of men."

That makes Lambert laugh, though there's little humor to it. "And here I thought I was the cynical one," he comments, though Strange doesn't sound cynical at all. Lambert's tone has all the bitterness the magician lacks, for all that he's smirking.

"Never said it was a surprise. You're right: some things never change." He tilts his head slightly, waves at the book still in Strange's grasp.

"Maybe that's why the Raven King left."

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