⇨ The Tourist Trap: WEEK 4 PT2

[ringleaders]

Who: Anyone and everyone!
When: October 31st, 2017 HALLOWEEN!
Where: The Count of Crow's Underground Realm
What: The displaced carnival members break into the Count of Crow's underground fortress, in the hope of taking control of the ritual and maybe saving Childermass's life.
Warnings: Violence, ritual blood letting, other stuff.

DAYS OF WINTER PT2↴ The night of hallow's eve has come, and there's no more time for waiting. As Portland begins enjoying the festivities of the night, you are tasked with something darker - you must find the Count's realm within Portland's underground tunnels, and fight off those that would stop you. The ritual will be starting soon, and once it's finished the very nature of this reality will be in the Winter Court's hands... the only choice is to intervene.

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[control_freak]

Foster arrives more or less on time--it's harder for him to get anywhere, especially in human form, but the more physical energy he spends fighting his way through on the way to his goal, the less he'll have later.

But he gets there. He looks tired. Like he hasn't slept well. Or at all. Possibly in days.

He actually spent several of those hours writing a letter to Amethsyt. It took.... multiple drafts. Multiple breakdowns. It's an apology, kind of. It's a just in case, and also a goodbye. It's a...

Okay. It's a suicide note.

He wrote a suicide note for his sister to find, even though, ultimately, she's not actually his sister. But... she is. In any way that matters right now, she still is.

If he comes home from this, he'll take it out of the freezer and rip it up. Possibly burn it. He might even actually eat his words. But he doesn't have a lot of hope for that outcome.

Just certainty that whatever happens... he will not be going 'home.'

It's in the freezer now, on top of a tub of rocky road ice cream. It seemed appropriate.

".......is that the fuckin' cookie game?"

[tacosgay]

"Cookie Jam, my fella," is Taako's cool response, and he swipes out of the game and locks his phone, tucking it away into his pocket. "I guess Portland Taako tripped and fell into its delicious tendrils just like Faerun Taako now has. So, what's the plan? Any ideas on how we can break into... whatever's about to go down here?"

He at least wants to see if Foster has any ideas going in; most of his plans consist of using the magic he's only recently begun to hone, though using that magic feels... weird here. It's like it's out of his reach, and something that feels much more familiar has taken its place. He might just give one of his old spells a try, if he can fuckin' remember how to use them anymore. It's been a month.