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lostcarnival2017-08-01 10:34 am
ringleaders) wrote in lostcarnival2017-08-01 10:34 am
Entry tags:
- !event,
- #ringmaster,
- @summerlands,
- adrien agreste,
- allen walker,
- ashleigh mischief,
- doll,
- foster van denend,
- ginko,
- gongenzaka,
- jack atlas,
- john childermass,
- joker,
- jonathan strange,
- julien delacroix,
- lambert,
- lauren,
- marinette dupain-cheng,
- miko nakadai,
- papyrus,
- peridot,
- reira akaba,
- rita mordio,
- sans,
- shiro fujimoto,
- steven universe,
- susan,
- taako,
- tallisibeth (scout),
- the psiioniic,
- tyki mikk,
- yotsuba tamaki,
- yūya sakaki
⇨ THE SUMMERLANDS
Who: Everyone!
When: Day 138 - Day 152
Where: The Summerlands
What: The Ringmaster brings the carnival to the Summerlands immediately after being freed from Portland so that everyone can take a fucking nap. Her included.
Warnings: Individually marked! Most likely discussion of torture and trauma in here.
When: Day 138 - Day 152
Where: The Summerlands
What: The Ringmaster brings the carnival to the Summerlands immediately after being freed from Portland so that everyone can take a fucking nap. Her included.
Warnings: Individually marked! Most likely discussion of torture and trauma in here.
DAYS OF SUMMER↴ You made it! And things are back to normal... more or less. Upon waking, you will be greeted with a clear blue sky and gentle breeze – the carnival has found itself situated between a pair of mountain peaks, with great fields of flowers extending in the distance. In the other direction, you’ll see mountain-top cities and tall waterfalls accenting vast swaths of forest. Some of you will already know this place. It’s the Summerlands. You game here once to rest in safety nearly a year ago, and now you’ve come to rest once again. ► WAKING UP: Shortly after the carnival arrives, the Ringmaster will send out a somewhat cryptic radio message - but her immediate location won't be clear. Whatever items you had on your person at the time the Severing was broken will still be on your person, including whatever clothing. All of the animals and pets of the carnival will have returned to the grounds as well, though they are currently free from their designated living spaces. Things in the carnival will appeared to have naturally aged a month, as if the carnival was been sitting here empty and waiting while everyone was in Portland. The lawn needs mowing. ► SUMMER CITY: After the Summer Fae become aware of everyone's presence, they will welcome you into their city. There are stairs that lead up the sides of the mountains, but thankfully there are also magical means of getting up there as well. The Summer Fae will be willing to help workers with the injured as needed, offering herbal remedies and healing magic to those that want it. You'll also be invited to join them for dinner, but they will not be particularly offended if they are turned down, for now. ► SUMMER PEOPLE: The fae here will mostly enjoy the company of any carnival members that offer it - it doesn't seem that much happens here besides day after day of peaceful meditation and relaxation. It is not uncommon to see Summer Fae spent days doing exactly the same thing, whether that be enjoying the weather, listening to music, or dancing - the day and night periods may be similar to earth, but when you don't need rest it can all blur together just the same. Some of the fae work on feats of agriculture or craftsmanship, and while there is no particularly need to work in this place, they take pride in the fact that they do. ► NEW ARRIVALS: Though the Ringmaster will not be offering much guidance for the first week or so, eventually the carnival will begin running for a few small performance sessions, off and on, as a thank you to their fae hosts. The carnival will also be open to receiving new arrivals during that period, and so there will likely be some newbies to train and get orientated as well. |
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This is one of the people who tried to 'persuade' him that this was worth living. That it wasn't 'bad enough' to prefer death over. That he was obligated to try to live, because the idea that being alive could be a punishment, that it could be worse than not being alive at all are upsetting. That sometimes death was a solution.
Pity hadn't bothered him very much before Portland. If anything, he regarded it with disdain. For him, death had been exciting. A culmination. Something he could at least, at last, look forward to.
Now it's different. He's angry. But also confused.
"Do you?" he asks. He's openly suspicious---of Yuya's motives, of his idea of 'help,' of his ability to 'help,' regardless of what it is Yuya thinks he's going to help with.
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He's certainly not in good health, but Yuya thought waking was progress! He just didn't consider he still looks kind of like a walking corpse with how poorly the ritual left him, pale and tired and his hair sticking up in weird places from his complete failure to brush it before leaving his trailer.
"Uh, you just--looked like you were having trouble with that fork."
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Yes, he... was having trouble with that fork. He's still having trouble with that fork (which he's just dropped unceremoniously onto the middle of his plate) and every fork, and also spoons and knives.
Maybe he was so overly prepared to tell Yuya to fuck off, to tear him down for questioning his right to ask for death that he wasn't expecting this to actually be about the fork, but--
Now that the fork is what they're actually talking about, he just feels mildly irritated and not a little nonplussed.
"... you can't help me eat."
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"I could hold the fork," Yuya points out with a shrug. But that would probably be a long and arduous endeavor for them both, so it's not an ideal solution. "Or we can tie it to your hand so it doesn't fall! Or find a bigger fork. It can't be hard to find a big fork around here, right?"
It's a fairy carnival, there's probably big forks somewhere.
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The only things people need to know about him are how impermanent he is, how meaningless his existence. How disposable his life. How worthless his thoughts and how nasty his very person... as far as that goes, he's done both a very good and a very poor job. He's failed to convince almost anyone of his reality, it's true. To the point that it's.... shameful. He is disgusted both with himself and with the carnival at equal turns. But he's also been here for months and the only people who've gotten to know him any way learnt what they know by way of accidental disclosure back in Portland.
So in that sense, at least, he's been moderately successful.
But, uh.
Yuya.
"...if you hold the fork........ aren't you just feeding me??"
--haha. Wow. No.
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Something has to give in this situation, unless Foster is going to spend hours trying to eat.
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"No good?" Foster echoes. His voice is strained, his eyes tired. "No... no, no, no. What's no good... what's no good is you wasting your time on trash like me!" He pushes his plate aside, discarding even the idea of eating any more.
"I'm just garbage! Rotten! Disgusting! Why care if I struggle--if I starve? I'm beyond help!Beneath it. Don't try to help me." His claws dig into the table; he leans forward, eyes bright as he grows more excited, more vehement. "Destroy me! Put me out of your misery! That's the only solution!"
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He croaks out a hesitant sound, furrowing his brow before trying again. "Why... why do you think you're trash?"
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"What do you mean, why?" There's still that breathless unpredictable edge to his voice, but now he looks at Yuya as though he's an idiot. No, for a second it's a little more than that--he looks at Yuya like he's something disgusting himself.
"If something is rotten, you throw it in the trash! Garbage is garbage, you don't--" he stops, remembering Portland. What he did to keep himself
and Amethystin clothes and food and money."... you don't fish it back out and try to save it." The break costs him some of his momentum but none of his contempt.
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So he sucks in a breath and steels his own expression, leaning forward and folding his arms on the table. He looks at Foster with more determination.
"I don't think you're garbage." He doesn't have enough of an opinion of Foster to think that to begin with. "I think you're someone I'd like to get to know better."
TW: Yikes (TM) aka graphic gore ideation
Because Foster just stares at him.
It's been a long, long time since anyone just threw his words back in his face like that. It's so shameless, so brazen, so repulsive that he is sincerely struck dumb, at least for a moment. Yuya's lapse of sense is gross, so atrocious that it's beyond the scope of language to adequately describe. He can't even begin to.
If there were an action sufficient to counter something like that, it would require him to splatter his own brains across the table, to cut wide his throat and rip out his steaming entrails and really show--
His lip curls.
"You'd cut a melon open to find it filled with foul white sludge, then bite into it happily?"
Foster doesn't wait for Yuya's answer.
He gets up to leave.
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"People aren't garbage..." he mutters softly to himself, not loud enough that he expects Foster to hear it at all. He wonders, just what happened to make him believe so terribly of himself? It must have been awful.