lostcarnival | ⇨ The Tourist Trap: WEEK 2

Who: Anyone, anywhere in Portland.
When: October 7st - 14th, 2017
Where: Portland area, in the new reality.
What: The week begins as the time of the Animal Fair finally arrives! Meanwhile, the truth of this reality starts to be revealed, and forces both human and celestial alike attempt to take advantage of a rare opportunity.
Warnings: Individually marked!

BY ANY OTHER NAME↴

Tensions thicken as various supernaturally forces react to the events of the previous week. Something critical is afoot, and it's only a matter of time before things start coming to a head. It's time to find out more about what's happened to this world, and what will happen in its future.

► A NIGHT AT THE FAIR: From the night of the 7th to the morning of the 8th, the Animal Fair is officially in town. There is a top level down below with more information, though you can also RP content from this elsewhere if you wish. The host, who is very likely something called a Wyld Fae (if you discovered that ICly), will be present, but they will only be appearing to you of their own accord and attempting to track them down by force will be ineffective. Just kick back and relax! Fairs are supposed to be fun.

► THORNS IN YOUR SIDE: Culminating in a full fledged attack against the Sanctuary, it would seem that The Rose Queen is declaring war on the changeling population of Portland. Though the vicious attack of thorns against the safe house was eventually stopped, it wasn't without damage, and the black roses that caused it are still popping up around the city and threatening the places where homeless and lost changelings would be likely to congregate. It's obvious now that this is a serious threat - will it ever stop without an intervention?

► HELL ON EARTH: As Anath's march draws near, the first waves of her demons will be entering the city. Primarily acting as scouts and foot soldiers, these demons will be attempting to secure loyalty from the local demon populace, as well as taking out any angels they can manage to catch. It's a level of aggressiveness against heaven's forces that hasn't been seen for years, and it's a foreboding hint of things to come. These demons can be NPCed by anyone, and will mostly be thugs or manipulators who don't know much about Anath's plans but do know that you need to join their side. They are also rowdier than most of the demons in Portland, and are a threat to the innocent mortal populace as well, if they decide to try to get their kicks here.

► THE WIZARD POLICE: The Enlightenment Council seems to have demanded control of the local Circle chapter, and now backup has arrived. These mages are being sent out into the city as if they are a police force, and will be attempting to demand control of various common supernatural areas, as well as questioning community members that they run into. Whatever is going on, it seems to have resulted in the Council instituting what is essentially martial law... of course, not everyone sees any need to heed their demands. If you are a demon, warlock, or other rogue element, expect to be harassed or even attacked by them. These character can be NPCed, and if you need additional information you can ask the mods.

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[Sans just naturally carries around a fog of guilt as a result of his innate personality, more than anything to do with being an angel. He's just that lucky. Unfortunately, he seems to have caught on to the fact that Papyrus is uneasy, so he's now going out of his way to make him uncomfortable.]

Nah. Just figured you mighta made some kind of stupid deal, thinkin' you could get some cheap performance out of doin' the bidding of a genuine sociopath. But that'd be silly, right?

Edited 2017-06-27 15:08 (UTC)

Uhhhh...

[Thanks, Sans.

As patronizing as co-starring in some after-school special about demonic bullying would be, Papyrus would know where the angel was going with this all. As it stands... that sense of menace and guilt and something altogether unsettling just clings to him.]

Yeah, so silly. Everybody knows you save stupid deals for times of real desperation. With, uh, some kind of way to get out of it...?

Right.

[he leans in, standing on his toes.]

So what made you desperate?

[He scrabbles for fragments of memory, plans of a story for a day like this. Not a day exactly like this, he didn't anticipate the fair or the angel, much less one that seems to be growing bigger as he struggles to think. Wasn't it based on that girly anime?]

Someone was... going to get hurt! Terribly grievous injuries.

[Sans is pretty good at reading people, and he would generally assume that if a person actually had a pretty good sob story this is the moment they'd do it. And, well, Papyrus's delivery is missing something. He's obvious scrambling, probably because Sans is an angel, which means the warlock figures he has something to hide, because it's something an angel wouldn't like.]

Oh yeah? Sounds tough. Why don't ya tell me more about that?

[From his point of view, it's a great sob story. It really would have grievously injured Papyrus... to feel lonely and looked down on, all through his college years and onward, until whenever he finally achieves something of note. But that's just not a good enough reason for people. Most people, but especially not an angel.

An angel, Papyrus figures, probably thinks stuff like, "be satisfied with your lot in life," never mind the humorous coincidental language of lot and Lot and how Lot was unsatisfied with his lot, and... Well.]

Well, you see...

[Inspiration strikes.]

Jeez, you won't believe this, it's the silliest thing... I just can't remember the details! Do you think maybe I sold those memories as part of the bargain?

[Yep, that's bullshit. Maybe in some situation Sans would just laugh that off - but honestly, he's feeling pretty sick of demonic morality and demonic bullshit at the moment. He's been freshly reminded that handing over ownership of actual lives to monsters is the furthest thing from acceptable, especially considering what demons generally want.

So, while his face doesn't change much, the tolerant humour he was offering a moment ago disappears completely. Look at this schmuck. He thinks this is some kind of game.

Sans's sockets go black.]

Maybe you think you're being cute, dancin' around the question like that. But, fact of the matter is, you keep serving demons and you're gunna wind up with blood on your hands. In fact, there probably already is.

If you think being the bad guy is fun, you have no idea how bad it really gets.

You know about...

[Papyrus' hands clench at his sides, and somehow... Why is it a surprise to feel his fingers curling into his palms, like he expects his hands to be covered in something? Covered in something... red. Blood? It's not like the angel's words will make blood manifest from his memories and shame, even if that would pressure him back into line...

Oh. Ohhhh. So that's what this is about. The angel's trying to scare him straight. And, Papyrus admits to himself, it's kinda working. But you get more flies with honey, everybody knows that. This just makes him feel defensive. And it's pretty off-base.]

It wasn't like that, that guy was crazy. He attacked me, he tried to kill me. I just made it backfire on him. That's, that's like that eye for an eye stuff.

[This angel is absolutely trying to scare him straight - though his investment in whether or not it works is admittedly minimal. It's not really his area, trying to smite warlocks. He resents their presence on principle, though.]

I can know it just by lookin' at ya. But... well. Somehow I doubt sellin' your soul was really your only choice.

[Eugh. If it just shows, at least to an angel's perception, then things could get a little trickier than he realized. Would other magical beings be able to see? Maybe there's some way to shield that kind of thing...]

What are you... Why does everyone ask that?? Do I look stupid enough to just sell my soul? There's other sorts of bargains, you know!

Literally or figuratively, that's what it always comes down to.

[Sans's look is still sharp, and his attitude unforgiving. He may be an angel, but he's never exactly been the messianic sort.]

But sure. What was it then? Blood sacrifice? Someone else's soul? You should know that's what your demon pals deal in, right?

Information! Errands! And not the murdery, blood-sacrificey, soul-stealing sorts!

[The demon he contacted was one theoretically bound in a cursed amulet or some such bs, one that supposedly had limited power, that'd be grateful to have a means of getting back in the world at all. It's a pyramid scheme; of the people Gratiel had him contact, maybe some of them would get the usual bargain.

Of course, that was probably just what he thought was going on.]

⇨ The Tourist Trap: WEEK 2

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