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Lost Carnival Mods ([personal profile] ringleaders) wrote in [community profile] lostcarnival2017-05-31 11:56 am

⇨ The Tourist Trap: WEEK 1

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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[personal profile] steadydollypegs 2017-06-21 12:12 am (UTC)(link)
She feels a slight chill next to her, but it only makes her smile at the space next to her. Maybe they feel nervous, or are sticking close because they feel comfortable around her. "Come on," she whispers. "I know a spot where nobody'll bother us."

She gets in the elevator and takes it to the fifth floor. Then she heads for a back corner, seemingly under renovation of some kind-- there are big carts full of books and most of the shelves are empty. There's brown paper taped down on the floors, and Doll skips ahead to snatch a tiny pencil off a table.

"Alright then, here we are!" She trots off behind a couple of carts that block off an immediate view of her tucked into the corner. Once she's sat down, she starts writing out an alphabet on the brown paper along with 'Yes' and 'No', then drops a penny out of her pocket onto the floor. "How's this look? Good?"
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[personal profile] puddingemote 2017-06-21 12:30 am (UTC)(link)
Tamaki settles down on the floor across from her, looking down at the board. This will definitely work, he thinks, and he almost wants to laugh. He's never gotten to use what is essentially a Ouija board on someone.

He moves the penny over to the 'Yes,' then moves it slowly, letter by letter, pausing a bit between words.

I M

T A M A K I


He looks up at her face, hoping she got that.
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[personal profile] steadydollypegs 2017-06-21 12:45 am (UTC)(link)
"A... K... I. Tamaki!" Doll says the letters out loud as he marks them, just in case she makes a reading error he can correct her. "Wow. Nice to meet you, Tamaki. Oh!"

She picks up the pencil again and writes a line of numbers, zero to nine. "How... many years have you been here?"
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[personal profile] puddingemote 2017-06-21 01:58 am (UTC)(link)
He pauses for a minute on that question, staring at the row of numbers. How long has he been here? He remembers his death, but the years in between blur together a bit.

He moves the penny slowly hovering over four, then moving to six, then back to five. He pauses there, then moves back to the letters.

D O N T

R E M E M B E R
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[personal profile] steadydollypegs 2017-06-21 04:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Somewhere between four and six, maybe. Point is, he's probably died recently (ish?), and it makes sense if he ended up at a university. Maybe he's just looking to keep moving forward, even though he's died. Doll can relate, she wants to just keep moving forward and ignore the fact that she's tied her soul to an agenda she doesn't approve of. So far, it's not working so good.

"Well, that's okay. The years kinda blended together f'r me too," she says with a smile and a shrug. "I've been doin' all th'askin', there somethin' you wanna ask me?"
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[personal profile] puddingemote 2017-06-21 05:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Tamaki considers, then looks down at the board. It's tedious to slowly spell out every word, so he hopes she doesn't mind if he shortens it a bit.

W H A T

L I K E

2

D O


He's curious. The girl might be homeless, but she seems upbeat and pretty cheerful. He wonders what keeps her going - it's pretty hard for him to find any cheer, these days.