⇨ THE SUMMERLANDS

[ringleaders]

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.

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.

Comments

[moonfang]

[that goes on for a few moments before there's a voice from the front of the bedroom]

What the fuck ya doin'?

[RIP poor gigai. Thankfully, Zangetsu's hollow reishi would heal it when he put it on, but it would still hurt like shit for a bit.

Standing at the doorway is the actual Zangetsu, holding a bag of something. He's looking much more carnival, with his new, feathery rabbit ears pinned against his head and one of his feathery rabbit legs tapping the floor]

[betheman]

[....................................................................

Suddenly not giving compressions any more.] H-HAUUH?!

Wh-

If you're here then...what is this!? [EXPLAIN BECAUSE HOLY SHIT]

[moonfang]

THAT -- [Zangetsu says, gesturing to the body] -- is called a gigai. It's a fake body. [he sets down the bag, which turns out to be filled with pilfered food, and starts to laugh] Were you... were you ACTUALLY giving it CPR? HAHAHAHA!! That's great!! I guess it's just proof that it's a really realistic looking thing!!

[he brushes past Gon and holds the body up by the back of its shirt]

I'll show you how you can tell. [he sets the body up and holds the head in one hand and lifts an eyelid with the other; the eyes are blank, milky white] Eyes don't fill in unless there's a soul wearin' it.

[otoko]

Wh-

Why would you need a false body here..!? [HE CAN APPARENTLY SEE YOU FINE SO IF YOU'RE A GHOST THIS SEEMS COUNTERPRODUCTIVE especially since you just grabbed it so casually...] ..Mhnn...

...I, the man Gongenzaka, suppose I shall know for next time then...

[He supposes if this guy is making himself comfortable, Sherlock is gone then, but-

wait]

..............................So then...the one who did away with Sherlock's experiments....

[Buddy.......................did you eat those...................]

[moonfang]

I don't need it in the carnival! The boss' magic lets all your scrubs see me whether you have spiritual sensitivity or not. This is for goin' out and about in the worlds... if I want to interact with people. [spoken like he... actually mostly doesn't want to] ... Though all the faeries here can see me, so I guess I don't need it on this stop at all anyway.

[Zangetsu opens a large locker to the side of the bed and puts the body inside, held comfortably upright, and then closes it in]

Eh? Oh, the stuff in the fridge? [He gives a very disturbing grin] I figured that shit wasn't yours so I... got rid of it.

[otoko]

Hmmm, I, the man Gongenzaka, am surprised the Ringmaster's magic wouldn't allow visibility at all realms, if that were the case... [...He honestly can't tell if he'd see Zangetsu under typical circumstances or not, now...is he 'spiritually sensitive'?? (Yes, yes he is)]

Aah, the things in the fridge-they were Sherlock's, so... [Huh. Well. He nods.] ...I, the man Gongenzaka, would not quite call spreading them on the lawn 'getting rid of', but I imagine they were far less...pleasant before whatever you did to clean them...

You have my thanks, [he adds, a small 'yip' coming from Suzu in the meantime.

PAY ATTENTION!! TO HER!!!]

[moonfang]

Me being invisible in other worlds is crucial to my job, dog-butt. So even if it could, it wouldn't be good for business.

[you are now! Zangetsu has noticed that difference about Gon -- a weight to his spiritual pressure that wasn't there before. Nothing amazing, perhaps like Ichigo's sister or that clown with the TV show back home. But it's definitely new.]

They're bleaching out in the sun. I'm bringing them back in when they're all dried out. Treasures! [he doesn't mention how he cleaned them. If Gon ever catches a whiff of Zangetsu's breath, he'll know right away] So!! We're roomies, huh? Hehehehehe!! Well, I have to say, I ain't sure if you're an improvement over my old roomie or not, but at least your giant ass means we get a big space.

[Yip? Zangetsu looks down. He's more of a cat person, but look at that cute pugnacious face. Zangetsu scoops her up and rubs her weird ears] Cuuuute~!

[otoko]

Nnhh... [He grimaces...but somehow refrains from saying anything about the 'name'. Instead, with a slight frown in place, he sighs.] I, the man Gongenzaka, will admit that I did not know what your position yet was...

...though, regarding those bo-

[It is Suzu continuing to give small yips that cuts him short, the teen blinking as the snubbull is scooped up and doted on.] A...Auuuhhh...y-yes, that is Suzu..! She is a snubbull, from Alola... So...

[this isn't quite how he expected to deal with today.]

....the bones are going...where..?

[moonfang]

[Pardon him while he rubs his face all over your weird pink dog, Gon. A soft spot for pets? No way, not him. He's a weapon of mass destruction!!]

.... Huh? Oh. The bones? They're going in my collection. I've never really had real stuff of my own and I like them.

[they'll probably be the... beginning of his "collection", because there's not much in here except a whole huge mess of pillows. What could one man do with so many pillows!?]

[otoko]

Mmn!? Not at all?! [He reels a bit, but quickly steadied himself, taking upon the task of making sure there's a place For the bones in that case.]

Well...given that they're here, I, the man Gongenzaka, certainly won't protest.... ...although...

[He frowns, watching as Suzu starts licking at his roommate's face.] ...I, the man Gongenzaka, must caution you...

....

Her licks may induce temporary paralysis.

[moonfang]

Nope. Not at all! Part of what I am, my job, etcetera. But now I'm out and about and I want my own things!!

[HAHAH IT TINGLES. It's awesome]

Bah! I'll live. Puppy kisses are totally worth it.

[otoko]

Mmnnh, if you say so... [He cocks his head, ears flicking as he stares at Suzu.] ...Suzu, please be careful though...

[Annnnd in any case.] ...I take that to mean you've already moved all of your things in though?

[moonfang]

[Zangetsu seems to have gotten his fill of puppy time, now, and he sets her down with an affectionate rub of her ears. His face is starting to look like he has botox injections on one side, or some kind of weird stroke, but it doesn't seem to bother him much, if at all]

Yeah. I ain't got much. A few changes of clothes, the gigai, some pajamas... Not much more than what I walked in with, ta be honest.

[otoko]

Hmmmn, I, the man Gongenzaka, assume the clothing is part of that more then... [...Well. Only one place to start.] ....

...Is there any sort of drink you wish to stock on? ....I, the man Gongenzaka, have tea for the most part, but if you're staying here, then we might as well start with that and work onward for filling it with 'your' things, aah?

[Well, he's right into this then! How soon before Gon has REGRETS...]

[moonfang]

Drinks? [Zangetsu hadn't thought about that sort of thing] I don't have any favorite drinks. Where I'm from I don't... really drink or eat anything. [he sits on his bed and taps his (numbed) chin thoughtfully] I guess I'll just have to raid the kitchen and see what tickles my fancy!

[otoko]

Aauh, which is why I, the man Gongenzaka, asked. There is little in the kitchen to raid, unless you speak of the cafeteria-so if you intend to determine favorites, there is no better time! [he laughs.] You would certainly be free to 'stock up' after that after all!

[moonfang]

Ahhhh? Whaddya mean there's nothing in the kitchen? Do I need to go... acquire things from the fae?

[otoko]

Well, assuming you have eaten anything edible... ...there would assuredly be nothing left that CAN be eaten-at least not healthily.

My tea, perhaps, and a few spreads, but...

[moonfang]

[It takes him a minute, but then he understands]

Oh. Cause we were gone for a whole month. So the food's all gone off. [he frowns, thinking about it] I'm sure they've thrown it all out by now, but I could probably have eaten it just fine!

[otoko]

Aah, more or less. It isn't helped by the fact that we were low on groceries at the time as it was-it is one of the reason Sherlock had so many things within the fridge, in fact.

...Though...given that this is our trailer, and you beat me here... [...Zan, anything 'edible' is probably still around.]

[moonfang]

Yeah, weird guy. Keepin' people bits in the fridge. I assume he wasn't human? [cause... humans normally don't DO that sort of thing. Unless they're serial killers.]

[he jerks his head at the fridge... and the cabinets... and anywhere else food might have been stored. Gon will find that everything in the fridge and anything sweet or savory in the cabinets is no longer there.] How d'ya think I cleaned those bones so good?

[betheman]

Weird is putting it lightly. I, the man Gongenzaka, already assumed you'd done that, [he adds, frowning. Do not underestimate how easy he can see you're the type for it. That said.]

...He was holding them in there as an experiment. Sherlock was a detective.

[moonfang]

Good! You're a smart... uh.... kid.

[it's still so weird to him that his guy with his MANLY FACE and HUGE BODY is three years his junior, in that span of ages in humans where things like that make a big difference]

Oh. So like some sort of CSI shit? Serial killers don't keep their bodies in the fridge. They bury them. Or like, dunk them in acid, or whatever.

[otoko]

Indeed they do not, [He replies, apparently finding no insult in the 'kid' statement.] ...However, Sherlock was studying the effects of cold on decay of particular aspects of the body, I believe.

[Something about saliva, and coagulation, and blood...]

[moonfang]

Well, whatever. If he comes back, then I can tell him that cold-aged human is just-- [he makes an "OK" gesture with his fingers, along with a rather unpleasant, but no less happy, grin] But he'll have to start over.