⇨ 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

[hippocarnival]

That gaze makes Yuya shrink back a little more, but the more he stares at Foster, the more... reactionary this feels. It's a sense that Foster is beating Yuya to the punch that's uncomfortable. And familiar.

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

[control_freak]

If he doesn't have enough of an opinion, then why is it so hard to take Foster at his word?

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.

[hippocarnival]

Yuya is about to respond, but Foster gets up to leave. So he silently closes his mouth and watches Foster walk away, resting his cheek on his hand while his brow knits together in conern.

"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.