⇨ 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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[atouts]

"Most normal people, sure," he can't argue with that, not really, but he also knows it'll never be him being the one to say 'thank you'. It feels so foreign to him these days, though, as a changeling, it shouldn't really bother him that much. He does give a small, amused huff in regards to Lambert's other suggestion, however, and he reaches up to pull his cigarette out and hold it away between two fingers.

He breathes out the smoke and shakes his head, leaving his hand right where it is for now.

"And then what would you do? Hope to be around at the right time to bat away my sisters again? Because you aren't really the type to protect me from anything bigger than an angry crow."

[whattaprick]

Oh, and doesn't that sound like a challenge?

"Aren't I?" Lambert's other hand reaches up, takes his own cigarette out of his mouth, and casually flicks it off the balcony. And that's all the warning John's going to get before -- with a coordination that's shockingly good for as soused as he is -- Lambert's grip on his wrist tightens. Shifting his weight, he yanks the changeling sharply towards him, taking advantage of that split-second of being thrown off balance to make his best effort to bring him down to the ground in a tangle of limbs.

Assuming it's a success and no sudden burst of magical self-defense on John's part, the brief tussle is going to end with Lambert laughing like the shithead that he is. He's got his hands clasped together, one arm hooked around John's neck in a headlock that pushes his face right up against the side of his pec while Lambert uses his bodyweight to pin the rest of him down.

Eat dirt, bird man.

[atouts]

Sure, it's surprising that drunk Lambert can do anything that complicated in the first place. That alone earns him the chance to take John down and get his arms around him, pinning him to the cold floor of the balcony. It also gets him a rather undignified shout, no word in particular, just a startled noise, and then he's down and Lambert's laughing.

Another time, he may have used this instance to say something vaguely suggestive, but there's a point to be made here. Yeah, Lambert took him down, but what he doesn't realize is after maybe five seconds of pinning him and chortling like an asshole, he's going to find himself with absolutely nothing under him. Lambert, meet balcony.

As far as magic goes, John's shown very little of it around Lambert, apart from the obvious 'turns into a damn bird' trick. Back at the cafe, he'd used his other movement spell a few times, but it also works just fine when grappled. The reason Lambert finds no John in his headlock anymore is that he turns to shadow and flickers away, reforming again standing over him. He could be nice about this, but, again, a point, and he'll punctuate it with a heel in the man's back. Not to kick him or shove him down, just to have it there, lean a little weight on it.

"You were saying?"

[whattaprick]

Something about the situation -- pinned down, however gently, against the cold ground -- makes something in Lambert's booze-addled instincts flare up, twisting out from under John's foot and rolling up to his feet in a crouch. He doesn't even think about leaving one hand outstretched, fingers shaping themselves into a series of motions, and...

And nothing. Lambert blinks at his own hand from behind skewed glasses, frowning. What was that even supposed to accomplish? But the tussle's been enough to slip his necklace out of his shirt, and he wraps a hand around the body-warmed metal absently, looking up at John with a smirk to cover the moment of uncertainty.

"Well, one thing's for sure. You're no Tam Lin." Then again, how much credibility do those stories really have?

[atouts]

That reaction has John hopping back so he isn't knocked over when Lambert twists away like that, hands coming up like he's expecting to block something when the other man goes through those motions with his fingers. When nothing happens, he does frown briefly. Why had he expected something to in the first place?

He gives Lambert an uncertain look for all of two or three seconds, but that's it. They move on and rather than ask about it, he asks, "Yeah? And what makes you say that?"

Because being a changeling doesn't mean he remembers shit about faerie tales. Something about being stolen, then rescued? Off a horse? Maybe? Though the name is familiar, if only vaguely. He won't spend too much time wondering about it, though, and instead steps forward again to offer Lambert a hand up.

[whattaprick]

Lambert looks at his outstretched hand like he doesn't quite trust him not to be planning some other trick, but staying on the ground is frankly uncomfortable -- so he'll put his fingers into John's, letting himself be pulled up. He is, naturally, chatting as he goes, alcohol leading to a fairly loose tongue.

"It's a ballad about a man who's freed from his service to the faerie queen by his lover. The way the story goes, she had to hold on to him no matter what form he turned into: a lizard, a snake, a lion, a bear, and a piece of molten metal." He snorts, wobbling upright. "Would've had her work cut out for her if he'd turned into a shadow."

[atouts]

"Good thing I'm capable of freeing myself, then," is what John has to say to that. He isn't above using how unsteady Lambert is on his feet after getting back up to tug him closer, as well, still grasping his hand for just that purpose. "That ought to make it a lot easier for you."

Either that or a lot more awkward, but between his inevitable audience with the Rose Queen tomorrow and how he's pretty sure the city is about to all go straight to hell on the supernatural side of things, he'll take his chances and lean down to catch Lambert's lips in a kiss. If it has the added bonus of stopping him from going on yet another lecture about extremely nerdy shit, well, also worth it.

[whattaprick]

Instinctively, as he tips forward, Lambert releases his necklace so he can catch his weight, fingers spreading over the changeling's chest. Not so drunk that he doesn't realize John deliberately pulled him off balance, he's in the middle of opening his mouth to bitch about that when he rather suddenly finds himself being kissed.

It turns out to be a rather effective way to shut him up.

Perhaps surprisingly, it doesn't meet as violent a reaction, either. It doesn't really meet much of a reaction at all, really, except one abortive, violent twitch of his fingers into the cloth of John's shirt as his body freezes up. And then he's pulling his head back and away, glasses askew and face hot.

"What the hell are you doing?" He gives him a slightly lopsided smirk, which is a better option than letting a hysterical laugh bubble out of his throat. There's something about this that feels weird, and not just for the obvious reason that the guy who turns into a bird and keeps hanging out outside his window has just decided to plant on him out of the blue.

[atouts]

"Don't tell me you've never been kissed before," John answers, matching the smirk and, unknowingly, that feeling of deja vu. He knows he's never kissed him before now, but something seems off about that thought. Why that could be, he doesn't know, and normally that would make him frown and wonder, but that's something he can do later. "Because it's pretty obvious."

He will let go of Lambert's hand, however, in case he's horribly misjudged this. The lack of getting himself thrown off the balcony points to maybe not, but he could just be working up to that. Who knows.

"I get the feeling all my effort to flirt with you has been going miles over your head, so I went with the direct route this time."

[whattaprick]

"Flirting? Is that what you call it?" That does get a laugh out of Lambert, who can't even muster the indignation to be offended, the situation is that ridiculous. He'll use his freed hand to grab John's collar so that he's holding on to him with both, the smirk broadening.

"If this is supposed to be some kind of life-affirming thing, you've got shitty timing." They both taste of alcohol and ash, and Lambert's past the point of tipsy where he can pursue this as far as he suddenly, urgently wants to. But hell, if that's the idea, he can get behind a little life affirmation. So John had better pucker up, because Lambert's dragging him right down again, this time with purpose.

[atouts]

It isn't, in fact, John would protest if given the chance (or, at least, it mostly isn't). With Lambert dragging him back down for another kiss puts a pause on that, though, and he finds himself seeking a place to put his own hands. They'll hand up on Lambert's hips for now, at least while he lets the kiss linger on longer than the first one. Just not for too long.

"Well, I'm sorry you think that," he finally does give voice to his own complaint once he breaks up round two with a laugh of his own. "I'll have you know I've been hitting on you for at least two months now, not just tonight."

[whattaprick]

"And in two months of hitting on me," Lambert drawls, releasing his grip on cloth to slide his hands up his shoulders, "It never occurred to you to just buy me dinner and a drink?"

Because splitting food with a bird while they hang out in his room definitely doesn't count. This barely counts. Of course, if he'd asked him out two months ago, he would have laughed in his face, but at least there wouldn't be any ambiguity. Now...

Now the wind picks up, and Lambert can't help shivering, ducking his head against John's chest while he makes another plaintive complaint. "Fuck, it's cold out here."

[atouts]

"Because that's so simple between you spending all your time either in a building full of cats, studying, or yelling at people in a library," John points out. Besides, there's probably other reasons. He's not entirely sure what they are, though, and the fact that they weren't actually here for that long is one that hasn't crossed his mind just yet.

So instead, he looks down at Lambert as he ducks closer and complains, then up and around them. The chill in the wind doesn't bother him, but he's not exactly all human anymore and Winter Court to boot. With another, but quieter, amused noise, he steps away but only to make it easier to take hold of Lambert's arm and usher him back towards the balcony's doors.

"Then let's get back inside. It's warmer and I think we may have a few things to discuss."