⇨ 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.

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[whattaprick]

By then, the witcher's already planted face-down and ass-up on one of the tables, tail curling lazily over his legs while one of the fae drape a towel tactfully over his lower half, his tail twitching lazily.

Strange's interjection, though, is enough to make him look up, peerily lazily over at where the fae are vigorously stirring something in bowls. The smell is certainly unique, Lambert's experience with chocolate is almost purely limited to what he's been able to consume in the Carnival and his fractured Portland memories thereof, and what he does remember is that it's something that goes in the mouth, not on his body. Consequently, his expression is just about as confused as Strange.

He doesn't get much of a change to ask any questions before warm, wet, something is being smeared all over his back, his fae attendant tutting under her breath while his tail tries to rise in alarm.

Do hold still, it's perfectly fine! Lambert would quite like to object that there's nothing fine about being turned into a candied dragon, but he only squirms a little more before he manages to mutter a response.

"And what is this doing for us, exactly? Except making us smell like dessert?"

[kingsroads]

The faerie launches into an in-depth answer that involves a lot of phrases about exfoliation of the skin and removal of dead skin cells and targeting your pores with a micronized invigorating chocolate scrub followed by a detox cream application. It's all very impressive and a little pseudoscience gobbledy-gook.

Strange is kind of buying it. Detox? Well, he certainly needs a detoxification of some sort after Portland, this sounds wonderful as is! And he doesn't think he's ever had his skin exfoliated before (whatever that means) so logically he must be overdue. And the way the warm chocolate mixture feels on his back and the way the faerie's hands press down as she makes certain to smear the chocolate mixture on as much open skin as possible feels downright amazing.

"Whatever it is, it's certainly relaxing," Strange admits, stretching out further on the table like a cat trying to get comfortable. And then for like the fifth fucking time in the past few hours, Strange's feet turn to smoke. Eventually he will get the hang of this.