lostcarnival | It's a TOURIST TRAP....OF DEATH.

Who: Carly, Jack, Lambert, some poor NPC sap....
When: 'October 10th, 2017'
Where: Portland area, in the new reality- Specifically Sanctuary, and some random abandoned office building.
What: TERRIBLE SNACKRIFICES FOR SOULS!!!
Warnings: Carly is literally murdering a man (it won't be given much detail however and the log itself is mostly chatter before and outside the scene.)

[Anath's forces were on the move. Scouts were now appearing, trying to convince her to their side of things, and while she was nervous, Aslla seemed to be growing even more antsy with the passing days. 'We need more power,' he finally hissed, practically breaking his voice as it shook. 'I need SOULS!'

She had balked, of course. It was hard enough to get one soul, but multiple? And the things it would take...

...So he dangled their agreement over her head. An agreement that, unbeknownst to her, wasn't even real, an agreement that only Aslla Piscu knew to be false...

...But even with her thoughts scrambling hour after hour, it still felt so important.

So.

One soul, she agreed. She would conduct the ritual, and with any luck claw their way to the strength they needed to weather out the tide. Did Aslla already have enough strength? Would he make it just getting a single soul's worth? she didn't know.

They had to try though, right?]

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Stop your whining and start taking this seriously; your life is on the line here!

[Jack just gets on with it, pulling out a pair of dice.] I don't want to fight a coward. Give me your all!

[The man appears to panic for a moment-but then...

..What?] ...Dice..?

[So he's not getting the shit kicked out of him?? Well maybe he stands a chance. He approaches, cautious, eyeing the dice.] ...What do you want me to do then, huh..?

The game is Cee-lo. It's a game of chance that depends on the strength of your rolls!

[Jack scowls.]

I'll explain the rules once, so pay attention!

[They listened well to the rules-but it was not enough. 'Fine!' the man had desperately shouted, but when the game was over there could be no semblance of courage. There could only be a quiet acceptance of unconsciousness, their body hauled away to where it would be required.

Carly would need them unconscious after all, at least until the ritual itself began.]

...Thank you for this, [she says quietly, her voice soft and filled with growing guilt and regret.]

[Jack was standing against the far wall, his arms crossed over his chest, looking at the space across from him. Carly was in his peripheral.]

I don't want thanks for fulfilling a bet! I did it because I had to.

...Right. [So she says, and that is all she says. There are preparations to be made, after all.

She just quietly focuses upon that.]

It's a TOURIST TRAP....OF DEATH.

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timeskip over game to victory?

YEH that works

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we can tie this one off here now I'd say