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Lost Carnival Mods ([personal profile] ringleaders) wrote in [community profile] lostcarnival2017-06-19 10:10 am

⇨ 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.
whattaprick: (you've got explaining to do)

[personal profile] whattaprick 2017-06-29 02:40 am (UTC)(link)
Lambert isn't immune to being invited to a little conspiratorial whispering, and he leans in when Zangetsu does instinctively. This, too, is weird -- before a few days ago, he could count the times Marmaroth has spoken more than six words to him at a time on one hand -- but thoughts like that are instantly derailed by what he says next.

"The what squad?" He can't just say something like that and not expect Lambert to zero right in on it.
moonfang: (glare)

[personal profile] moonfang 2017-06-29 04:00 am (UTC)(link)
"The goon squad!" He says with a smirk. He takes a sip of his coffee (which has all the flavors in it. All of them. It's a coffee suicide) and then gestures again. "I suspect y'aint had the pleasure of runnin' into 'em, then. I've torched a few."

"But before I did, they mentioned someone called 'Anath'," he shakes his head, "But that's a story for another time. Who are those ones? They're disruptin' the peace."
whattaprick: (lone wolf)

[personal profile] whattaprick 2017-06-29 05:52 am (UTC)(link)
"...I don't know," Lambert admits, and he's just. Going to focus on the question because it's easier than wrapping his head around the rest of that at this exact moment. Casually mentioned you've "torched" a few demons is kind of the conversational equivalent of throwing a dead bird at people.

At this exact moment, though, when he happens to glance out the window again, his brow furrows. "Some of them came in yesterday to talk to the boss. They've been hanging out there since." And bothering customers that step off the premises. Zangetsu himself will be a likely victim when he's finished his coffee of death.
moonfang: (you piss me off)

[personal profile] moonfang 2017-06-30 03:14 am (UTC)(link)
Well, he IS an angel. Isn't that what angels are supposed to do? ... Honestly, Zangetsu only has the most superficial understanding of judeochristian mythology. Regardless, they were causing trouble, and then attacked him, so he taught them a lesson.

"To the cat witch, huh..." he says, not really phrasing it like a question. "Since yesterday? And just... hanging out there, bothering people. Sounds like they need to be shown the door. The one with the sign that says 'no loitering'."
whattaprick: (dead eyes)

[personal profile] whattaprick 2017-07-01 02:25 am (UTC)(link)
Lambert's eyes narrow slightly, but -- he isn't thrilled about people being bothered at the cafe either. It's not that he's particularly attached to the customers are anything, considering he's essentially forcing himself to be as competent and dedicated to the job as possible out of spite. But he's had to deal with enough bullshit already.

It's not even a surprise this guys knows his boss is a witch. Lambert has found himself increasingly less surprised by anything.

"She told the rest of the employees to leave them alone," he says, finally. Pointedly. He shrugs, with exaggerated slowness, gaze drifting back to the men outside and to Zangetsu again. "But they are an eyesore."
moonfang: (let's have some real fun!)

[personal profile] moonfang 2017-07-04 08:50 pm (UTC)(link)
That was one of Marmaroth's many journal entries, actually. Zangetsu had been concerned when his cute little angel diary of death lacked entries for a whole week in a row. Turns out he HAD pissed off the owner, at least once, and ended up a white cat with too many eyes. Supposedly the spell was for a month, but wore off after a week, and gave Marmaroth a "deeper understanding of and appreciation for the mortal feline".

Marmaroth was a weirdo, Zangetsu concluded.

"Izzat so. Well, you know. I'm not an employee," he says, standing up and rolling his neck to crack it. "Watch my stuff for me. I'll bee-ar-bee."

He doesn't give Lambert time to contemplate the act of someone saying "BRB" outloud in public, because he heads for the door and confidently approaches the men, apparently striking up polite conversation. He then gestures to an alleyway next to the cafe.
whattaprick: (back the fuck up)

[personal profile] whattaprick 2017-07-05 08:26 am (UTC)(link)
Whoever this guy is, whatever he can do, Lambert's privately grateful he apparently doesn't need any more incentive than that to start actually doing some ass-kicking, unlike some other people he could name. There probably aren't that many things that could worry an angel, so he simply lingers by the table Zangetsu's abandoned, watching the scene play out through the window.

On his part, Zangetsu will find the men suspicious at his approach, but the desire for information and an overconfidence in numbers outweighs any sense. They've had so little cooperation (funny thing, apparently supernatural creatures aren't at all interested in being interrogated!) that someone actually approaching them of their own accord is too good to pass up. So they'll follow Zangetsu to the alleyway he directs them to, passing out of Lambert's field of vision.

Well. He wonders how that's going to turn out.
moonfang: (sunglasses)

[personal profile] moonfang 2017-07-17 03:15 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, he... doesn't need much, if any, incentive to kick asses. In fact, it is quite the opposite -- most of the time he had to be dissuaded from causing trouble.

But jail was a real thing and also a problem, so....

As for how it turns out, well... any supernatural within three blocks will know something is going down. And the cats. The cats know, too. Because as soon as Zangetsu gets the men into the alley, there is a blinding, brilliant white light. Then there is a sound, a sound that sends most of the cats skittering for cover. A sound that the normal humans in the cafe, and nearby, can't hear. It's a sound like rusty machinery, nails on a chalkboard, squealing tires, and an off-key, cacophonous horn section all at once. It is quite unpleasant, but not unbearable. At least, not for those who are not the target.

The men scream and run from the alleyway, holding their hands to their eyes and ears, which are bleeding slightly. One of them runs smack into a light post. Another trips on a bench and smacks his head on the sidewalk.

Then, as if nothing had happened at all, Zangetsu walks back into the cafe with a serene smile on his face, and takes a seat back at his table. He turns his smile to Lambert.

"I told them to take a hike."
whattaprick: (rethinking my life choices)

this tag cracked me up so bad

[personal profile] whattaprick 2017-07-18 09:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Whatever Lambert was expecting, a flash of light in the alley and panicking idiots fleeing from the scene wasn't it. In the cafe still, he laughs, unpleasantly, something that makes the cats that have ducked for cover hiss at him and the humans who already feel uneasy around the scarred cafe employee look at each other. Has he finally cracked?

Is that likely to get them in trouble? Possibly. Does Lambert really care? Not particularly. So when Zangetsu comes back inside, Lambert gives him a shitty grin to match that serene look. They'll probably be back tomorrow, but for today?

Rather than say 'thanks,' he nods at Zangetsu's drink. "You want another one of those? On the house, this time."
moonfang: (hey!)

gotta bring in some of that bleach comedy 8]

[personal profile] moonfang 2017-07-22 09:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Maybe it would. Maybe it wouldn't! Maybe they would be back tomorrow! But if Zangetsu was there... probably not. No amount of information would be worth another half a day of blindness and intense tinnitus from the roar of an angel.

"Oh hell yeah, I do."
whattaprick: (did you even notice?)

[personal profile] whattaprick 2017-07-24 07:56 pm (UTC)(link)
And another one of those horrible, excessively sugary drinks gets set on Zangetsu's table a few minutes later -- only Lambert doesn't leave when he puts it down, but slides into the seat across the angel instead.

(Or, well, slides into whichever chair puts him closest to facing the angel, if he's on the floor.)

"You were talking about fighting demons, earlier," he says, cautiously. Since the distraction's gone now, presumably Zangetsu can be pressed into sharing his insight, though he keeps his voice low so it doesn't attract much attention. Whatever cat is pressing itself up against Zangetsu's legs gives a mrowl of protest at the barista's proximity.

"Who's Anath? And what does it have to do with demons attacking people around the city?"
Edited 2017-07-24 20:00 (UTC)
moonfang: (what's over there?)

[personal profile] moonfang 2017-07-26 09:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Zangetsu sips the drink with a look on his face like he's sampling the most delicious wine. Sure, through Ichigo, he knew what things tasted like. What they felt like, smelled like, whatever. But it was all through a filter, someone else's experiences secondhand. Humans probably find this disgusting, but the explosion of every flavor is overwhelming.

(He does actually sit at the table like a normal person, and one of his favored cats sneaks back out from under a couch and jumps into his lap.)

He listens to Lambert's questions while sipping his nasty concoction, then sighs and sets it down. "I can only tell you what I know. And unfortunately, I don't know much. I know Anath is a hell-aligned demon -- one'a the ones pissed about bein' stranded here. She and her crew are looking for something. What that something is, I ain't got the slightest clue."

He leans forward again, quieter now.

"Cause truth be told, I ain't exactly from around here."
whattaprick: (Default)

[personal profile] whattaprick 2017-07-26 11:45 pm (UTC)(link)
The revelation doesn't exactly have the dramatic impact Zangetsu might expect. Lambert scrunches his nose up a little and gives him a slightly judging look over the edge of his glasses.

"Well, obviously." He's an angel, he's probably not even from this planet to begin with! But he will concede, after a beat, "Although I guess... that's not how you meant it."

And to that end, he'll lower his voice too, gesturing at him. "Mind telling me more?"
moonfang: (you piss me off)

[personal profile] moonfang 2017-08-06 07:25 pm (UTC)(link)
.. Urgh. Right. "No no no! I don't mean Heaven! Geez..." He rubs his temples a bit, then shakes his head.

"I can. I ain't sure how it happened, but I suspect this was supposed to be a stop for an interdimensional fae carnival that I work for. I haven't got the foggiest clue why we ended up with this body snatchers shit instead."