⇨ The Tourist Trap: WEEK 1

[ringleaders]

Who: Anyone, anywhere in Portland.
When: October 1st - 7th, 2017
Where: Portland area, in the new reality.
What: Memories begin returning to the displaced as the fall gets chillier. How the hell did we end up here, again? Also, apparently, the fair is in town.
Warnings: Individually marked!

PORTLAND BY NIGHT↴ Memory regains will come into effect at the beginning of October, to whatever degree you've decided upon, and may be regained at whatever pace you desire from then on. For those with their full carnival memories, it will be like waking up in the body of someone else - for those with half and half, it will be like rapidly recalling sets of memories from a totally different life. Those with full amnesia will simply feel as if this is how it's always been. Unfortunately for you, memories aren't the only thing you have to deal with. The supernatural community of Portland is bustling all of a sudden - could your presence and these events somehow be related? ► THE OUTER CIRCLE: As of the start of the month, the Portland Circle of Enlightenment will find itself starting to get swarmed with members from other chapters. Most notably, it would seem that a small cabal of top mages from the North American Enlightenment Council will be making their home in Portland's HQ. For anyone but the highest of ranks, the purpose behind their visit will be unclear, but it seems like something is definitely up on a metaphysical level. The Circle will be buzzing with rumours of unique planar activity and threatening omens. It seems that it all started with an unusual flare of activity in the planetary ley-lines, starting approximately a week ago. However, even if you would usually be the type to keep tabs on such things, you will find that you oddly have no memory of observing this phenomenon yourself. ► THE ANIMAL FAIR: Good news, the fair is in town! Or, at least, it would be good news... if this was a regular fair. Instead, what's being observed is a bunch of nearly identical flyers, spread all around Portland - each of which bears only the words "THE ANIMAL FAIR", a seemingly bloody paw-print of unknown origin, and the directions to a vague forested location outside of the city. It's dated for October 7th, and all instances of its posting having been discovered with a scattering of rose petals, crow feathers, and pre-burnt matches laying on the ground around them. Most are taking this to be some kind of bizarre viral marketing campaign, but others may know better. ► THE EARTH SPIRIT: If you have connections to The Pack or any of its many variations, you'll probably hear whispers of something very odd that occurred last week - according to the elders, it sounds as if the Earth Spirit, the magical and spiritual center of the planet, has suddenly taken a wound. It's not clear why or how, but there is a fair bit of concern among spiritual types, as it is werebeast belief and nebulous magical fact that the magical forces within the earth are the source of all magic here, as well as the source of life. While many werebeasts claim to have felt the Spirit succumb, you strangely have no memory of such an event occurring. Though things do feel strange, if you know how to tap into the Spirit yourself. ► THE WAR CRY: Though Anath's rain of terror across North America lasted for the first fifteen years or so of the Severing, most independent demons have had enough time to start taking the arch-demon's relative inactivity for granted. For that first while, the warrior queen had seemed determine to rebuild an army on earth by forcing her scattered brethren into service - only for her to gradually settle down in a fortress somewhere in Texas and dig in her heels. Of course, this was too good to last - it sounds as if she and her demonic legion have begun tearing their way up the west coast, their goals remaining a mystery. Their destination, however, is almost certainly Portland.

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[npcarnival]

The fae reads the adoption agreement carefully, making sure that there is nothing that would be unduly binding in regards to contract - fae take this sort of thing very seriously, after all. After reading the sections about cat care, they nod their head thoughtfully, as if they are emphatically agreeing with the sentiment.

They take a long time to look at the photos, considering each of them in great detail. They are disappointed that they apparently aren't allowed in the cat room, but they'll tolerate it for the moment.

After a solid 15 minutes of looking at cat pictures (and that's discluding the time it took to read the actual contract) they will push a photo forwards and announce:

"I choose the Catastrophe."

[atouts]

It's all up to Lambert for now, which means he's going to stay nice and quiet, still lingering behind the counter because there's no need for him to be out there and near that thing. He leans forward against it, keeping out of the way, watching. Specifically, watching the faerie. He doesn't care what Lambert gets up to during the time they spend reading the fine print and looking at cat pictures.

Man, he really hopes they put a lot of thought into how binding that contract is... but then again, who expects a faerie to adopt a cat?

[whattaprick]

In the time it takes for the faerie to look over the forms and the cat pictures, Lambert ... is going to step towards the table where they keep the things for customers who don't want fancy drinks and food. Needing something to do with his hands, he fills three mugs with hot water and dumps a green tea packet in each, waiting for it to steep. When it's done, he brings one first over to John -- he considers talking to him, but with the monster around that feels weird -- and another over to the table, setting it down along with some of the individually-wrapped biscotti bars he grabbed from the cookie jar.

"Local specialty," he says, by way of explanation, and a shrug. "Since it doesn't sound like you've been here before." The bird only gets a single plain almond one because he said no chocolate. Ha ha.

After that, he'll sip at his mug idly, back against the counter. When they announce their choice, he nods, setting the drink down and heading for the back again. "Give me a minute." His scissors remain in his apron pocket, not far from his reach, but it feels shitty turning his back to the room anyway. He aims to quickly slip into the back room and close the door again behind him, but whether he's able to or not without incident, well, that depends.

[npcarnival]

Childermass winds up alone in a room with the fae - which actually ends up being pretty anticlimactic, over all. Instead of paying any attention to him what so ever, the fae just sets about meticulously filling in blanks on the form with the point of her claw, the letters forming as if with scratchy black ink. Obviously, a lot of the blanks are irrelevant to a fae and get somewhat nonsensical answers. Their home address is simply listed as "The Wylds."

They get everything filled in besides the actual signatures as they wait, looking fairly content, and take a moment to smell the tea as they wait. A suitable offering for their mercy, clearly.

[atouts]

It's a relief to be ignored. It makes enough sense, anyway, since they aren't here for him. Hopefully, they won't change their mind. While Lambert vanishes into the back to see about the cat, John just keeps on watching them as he waits for the tea in his own mug to steep. Eventually, he'll add actually drinking said tea to keeping an eye on the Wyld Faerie, with some vague hope it'll calm his nerves a little. He's not openly shaking or anything, which would be silly to do, but he can't really help being on edge.

His gaze flits back towards the 'Employees Only' door at least once as this goes on, though, after a few minutes, he'll brave breaking the silence out of sheer curiosity.

"Why won't the Courts throw you a party?"

[npcarnival]

"Because I'm not one of them," the fae responds simply. "I'm not wanted here, and I don't come in peace."

They smile grimly at that thought.

"The offer to join me was not a threat to you, changeling."

[atouts]

"It's hard to tell with your kind..."

They're dangerous. Better to run and hide than end up stuck with a new master, even if, being fairly hypocritical himself, that is what Childermass himself did.

"Is your Animal Fair a declaration of war on them, then?"

[npcarnival]

"More or less," they admit. "However, nothing I do is entirely for their benefit. I live on my own terms, and its that declaration of independence that they see as a battle cry."

Its at this point that they casually start eating the biscotti.

[whattaprick]

On that note, it’s at this point that Lambert comes back with an armful of cat, shutting the door again behind him. Catastrophe isn't pleased to be carried, obviously, as she's digging her claws hard into his arm, ears pinned back. Who knows how cat eyes can perceive the respective forms of the non-humans in the room?

“This is Catastrophe,” Lambert murmurs, taking a few steps forward before he crouches on the floor to gingerly detach the cat and let her make her own meandering way over to the fae -- assuming she isn’t directly compelled to. Time to see if they’re really as good with animals as they said. Catastrophe’s young, and eventually curiosity is enough to overtake fear. If cats truly do have nine lives, she may have lost a few by now, and it seems she’s looking to lose another. Fearless, or pretending to be, she saunters right up to the table and meows once, inquisitively, before flopping on the ground and staring up expectantly.

In the meantime Lambert, sporting a few new scratches along his cheek and along his jaw, is going to take this opportunity to go through the paperwork and make sure everything’s in order. The handwriting is deplorable, but not the worst he's seen.

[atouts]

A declaration of independence? From a changeling, that would be offensive, sure. He would understand that. From another faerie? Did the Courts just dislike free agents or...? But his chance to ask anything further is cut short by Lambert's return with Catastrophe. He pries his attention off the faerie, gaze darting to the cat as she saunters up to them like it's nothing in the world. He frowns at the cat, but what is he going to do? Warn an actual animal?

Nah, he's just going to drink his tea and eat his own biscotti, the one sadly lacking in any chocolate (because Lambert's being a jerk, just so everyone's clear on that).

[npcarnival]

The fae looks down at the cat, obviously pleased, allowing it to come over at its own pace. Carefully, they reach down to run their finger's along the cat's side - and Catastrophe apparently likes it, too. The fae makes a soft purring sound, and the cat will chirp in return. A few moments later, the cat will have gotten back up to their feet and hoped onto the fae's lap.

The fae just strokes the cat's head carefully, continuing to make weird purring sounds.

"Good, good," they say softly, and then will lean forward to finish off the paperwork once Lambert is done looking it over. In the places where they are meant to sign their name, they will carefully etch the words 'The Beast.'

[whattaprick]

There's a sense that he's done something like this before -- but of course he has, he signs contracts like this all the time, doesn't he? If only to himself, he'll frown. Now where did that word come from, he wonders? It's a distraction from thinking about whether the fae is actually communicating with the cat or not.

Yet with the papers back in hand, he'll sign them himself once The Beast has finished, his own signature including his name and initials. He'll take one copy of the adoption papers and hold it out to them.

"Your copy. We'll consider the adoption fee waived." You know, for not trashing the place.

[atouts]

It's tempting to go be nosy immediately as to what are on those papers, but he'll wait. Oh, how he'll wait. At least the cat seems fine with this? He supposes that's a plus, as utterly bizarre as this entire interaction is. The Count or the Rose Queen would have just wiped the entire cafe out if they'd been told 'no, just one poster' or 'no, you can't go back there'.

While he does keep his gaze aimed their way, the faerie and Lambert both, his frown deepens and his brow furrows in thought. As to what, he doesn't share. He just keeps on keeping out of this part of the exchange.

[npcarnival]

The fae takes the adoption form, which immediately disappears in a swirl of smoke. Now that everything is settled with the cat, they seem to have lost interest in the two mortals for the time being. They stand, the cat comfortably in their arms, licking the fae's chin affectionately.

"I will call you Goodberry," they say to the cat, and immediately starts to leave, though by which exit isn't immediately clear.

[whattaprick]

Don't let the door hit you on the way out or anything. Lambert is happy to be ignored, and he'll just stay where he is. The comment about the name doesn't appear to merit any sort of response, since it's obviously not directed at him.

Though he is the type to have the last word, so he will say, just as they exit the threshold--

"Good night."