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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When Lion broke in initially, Lars was actually asleep, passed out in the comfort of his room, protected by an absolutely stupid amount of blackout curtains, some of which stapled to his wall by their edges to absolutely assure that no sunlight peaks through. And, no pun intended, Lars thankfully sleeps lie he dead, since...well, since dying. As a constantly undernourished vampire (though not so starved as to be crazed) that's folding under the despair of his new life and all the loss that entails, Lars is constantly several type of exhausted, and it keeps him heavily resting.

It's around midnight that Lars gets up, groggily heading towards the kitchen, scratching his belly under his shirt with his eyes barely open. It's his night off, so he's deliberately leaving his wits in bed as he goes to get some weird pig blood or whatever from the fridge. He pauses, however, squinting blearily at the mess left all around the kitchen floor. The fridge is open just a crack, as well.

Lars feels nervous immediately, his shoulders hiking. "Uh..." He carefullly steps forward, closing the fridge door. He picks up a mangled sandwich from the floor, looking over his shoulder. "L...Lapis?"

Lars will hear a loud yawn coming from the living room - which is apparently coming from a big-as-fuck dog who has hunkered itself down on their couch, only now waking up that someone else has arrived. Interacting with Lapis was a total failure, but that doesn't mean that Lion won't be trying it again with Lars.

"Ruh," Lion barks are him, like a creature who is not entirely comfortable with the idea of barking in the first place. Lion is not one to make a ton of sounds in general, unless he's blowing things up with sonic booms.

Lars jumps and screams in a way that's definitely not even a little bit masculine. If it was still working, his heart would be racing. "What the helll?!"

A dog breaking into their place on its own would be pretty weird, but it's an...abnormally large dog. Definitely some supernatural bullshit, Lars concludes, and bitterly wonders if being a vampire isn't enough. Why all this extra shit? Can't he just have a mundane existence? Ever? In even a vampiric capacity?

Lars freezes, and eventually drops the sandwich.

"Uh..."

He peers nervously with arms defensively raised, trying to see if this beast has a collar or something. Could he call animal control on a giant dog?

No collar, unfortunately, though it would be hard to tell with the amount of fluff happening around its neck and shoulders. It's also weirdly still for a dog, patiently sedate like a beast that has no need to get anywhere in a hurry.

He gets up on the couch and starts stretching like a cat. The coffee table was knocked over earlier, and is still lying knocked over as Lion hops off the couch and starts casually walking in Lars's direction.

Lars immediately stumbles back when he realizes the dog is coming towards him. Unlike Lapis, he is absolutely ready to run.

"Listen," he stammers, knowing full well dogs don't speak and understand english. Even supernaturally huge ones, probably. He holds open his palms defensively, fingertips towards the ceiling. "Y'don't want me. Even besides bein' dead, I'm also like—mad skinnny."

Lion huffs out of a sorta dog-like sigh. So it's going to be like this, again. What a pain. He can sense that Lars is scared, but being that he's a Lion, he's not the best hand at knowing what to do about it.

Except, maybe, stop approaching? Lion comes within a couple meters of Lars, and then politely sits on the floor, as if waiting for Lars to calm down.

He makes a grumpy whining sound.

Lars gives pause, his arms hesitantly lowering just a fraction. He doesn't trust Lion right away, of course —he could very well be in wait to get Las's guard down so he could bite off his face. Of course, he's also seeing the possibiliy that this dog might just be a huge rebel without a cause, rudely roaming and breaking and entering and eating the weird food of weird art kids. But it's just a possibility.

"You good?" Lars asks suspiciously and cautiously, tilting his head somewhat as he squints at their intruder.

Against his better judgement, out of curiosity, Lars hesitantly and slowly extends a hand towards Lion, palm up and fingers passively relaxaed, curled inwards slightly.

"Just chillin', ya mysterious behemoth?"

Lion leans forward a little too smell Lars's fingers for any sign of possible nearby Stevens - no luck. Lion smells his hand for a few seconds longer just to be sure, before settling down again and looking a little bit bereft.

He rumbles in response, and lifts a paw helplessly. This concept feels sort of impossible to describe for a creature of Lion's relative intelligence. How does he show Lars what isn't there?

It's such a—weirdly passive reaction that it almost puts Lars at ease. Except Lars is never at ease, so he carries the tension still as he watches the creature posture itself in such a way. His posited visibly relaxes, all the same.

It's... not like he can ask a dog to leave. If it was hungry, it would still be eating all the shit It's such a—weirdly passive reaction that it almost puts Lars at ease. Except Lars is never at ease, so he carries the tension still as he watches the creature posture itself in such a way. His posited visibly relaxes, all the same.

It's... not like he can ask a dog to leave. If it was hungry, it would still be eating all the shit all over their kitchen floor.

Hesitantly, with nothing else to say, Lars just... also sits on the floor, across from Lion, his palms on his knees as he privately hopes the giant animal doesn't decide to finally maul him. Point is: he, too, comes in peace???

Well, that's cool. Still, Lion has no idea what to do with this, despite having Lars's patience and attention. He looks around blandly, trying to think of anything that could get his point across. Sadly, he can't pull anything out of his mane here because it's gone apparently (???), nor does he have anything conveniently hidden in his gullet, besides Lapis's leftovers.

After some hesitation, Lion gets up and goes to Lars and Lapis's rooms, and starts rummaging around for something that might express what he's thinking. Lion is seriously hoping that he never has to do this ever again, it's really exhausting.

After some searching, the only thing Lion can get his teeth around is a pink t-shirt and a pair of pink boxers, which he will present to Lars with an air of authority.

Rose Quartz! Remember?!

"Wait, what."

Lars straightens up when Lion gets up and leaves, looking both bewildered and incredulous with his hands on his knees. It takes him a moment to realize Lion's in his room, and when he does, he reanimates quite suddenly and scrambles to catch up with him.

"Nagh, wait!"

Lars sort of bumps into the frame of his door, and before he can fully absorb and digest what's going on, the creature is... presenting him with... what, proposed pajamas or something?

Lars doesn't feel brave enough to snatch them from the Weird Dog's clutches, so he just clings to the door frame, scowling.

"H...hey! Those are mine! C'mon, man, I only got like—3 pairs of underwear!"

⇨ The Tourist Trap: WEEK 2

A LITTLE LATER I GUESS?

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