lostcarnival | ⇨ 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.

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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

She was no real challenge to read; she tended towards animation and energy. Not TOO much so -- given her height, she couldn't flail around too much without causing a lot of havoc, but still.

"Well, I could be wrong. Honestly we could end up heading to a new place that's all ice and snow for our next venue, but here in the Summerlands it's, you know. Summer."

"I'll have to take a look around tomorrow then when I feel less inclined to just laze about." And you know, stop setting off Allen Walker for fun.

Well, at least the bed was comfortable and it was where he'll spend most of his time in this carnival when he wasn't out and about. "Hmm, I don't see a heat source in here." He is looking for a fireplace after all. His world doesn't necessarily have indoor heating.

Which Ash, with a snap of her fingers, recognized immediately. Coming from a nexus world, she was used to displacees from times with less technology. "We've got electric heating and cooling. No fires needed -- and actual cooling. Space heater's somewhere under your bed, I think... it's been too nice lately to need it."

He's so going to have a hard time adjusting to a lot of it that he may not adjust at all. He'll just adapt and make do with what he has. Maybe even bribe someone to do it for him. Who knows.

"Space what?" He does curve his body enough to bend over and glance under the bed. Yeah, yeah he's going to poke it. "Well, isn't that fancy."

"Yeah, we use a reasonable amount of technology here." Ash was going to help him adjust, damn it! She leaned against the bedpost supporting the top, eyes bright as her tail swished through the air behind her. "Not quite as much as I'm used to, but I'm sure it's going to be a lot for you! Of course there are some things you still have to do manually," she added, with a flirtatious little arch of her eyes.

"Well then, I'll simply have to ask my charming trailer mate for advice when I find one that is puzzling." He's nearly upside down as he pokes the machine down below and he'll raise himself upwards at her innuendo if that was indeed one. He'll grin at that as he lays himself back down with a low chuckle. "Oh, I'm sure, my lady. I'm sure."

"I'm here to help!" she said, not losing that grin as she perched on the edge of her bed -- as much as someone her height could 'perch' anywhere. "Have you been by the cookhouse yet? Know where you're getting meals?"

"That's one of the actual things I didn't have a hard time finding. Not that I had trouble with much of anything yet. It was almost as obvious as the big top given the smells and aroma leaving it.

The food is one thing I won't be complaining about."

"I think we can find a few other things. Good!" Ash could switch from purringly flirty to legitimately cheerful without so much as a blink, so he had that to look forward to. "Wardrobe's handled by Carly, so I can point you in her direction to get a proper outfit for the show..."

"I might. It just depends on what I decide to do for the show. I'll be figuring that out later." Which will end up being escape artist affairs. She might walk in one day with him having handcuffs and trying to figure it out. Or having other odd things in the trailer. "Regardless, I'll keep that in mind."

Well, there are demonstrations possible... "Well, you got options, and some time to figure it out. Plus I'm pretty sure you'll look good in anything she puts you in!" Ash grinned his way.

"And here I thought I was the charmer. You are right in any case, I do look good in just about anything." He rubs his shoulders into the pillows and grins wide, "But as for now I believe I might take a bit of a nap before I consider worrying about any of that."

"That's fine with me. I'll get out of your hair, finish up the cleaning when you're done." If for no other reason than she hated to clean without music, and she didn't want to wake him up.

To that end, she shoved the broom back into its corner, then scooped up the cleaners she'd left on the counter to tuck them back under the sink. The fact that she didn't hum to herself while doing so showed just how much her power had shaped even her casual behavior.

"Ah, you are most thoughtful, my lady. I'll try not to nap long."

Because he could nap for a long time if he got lazy enough and he could sleep peacefully just about anywhere. The perks of the pleasurable areas to doze were just fitting for him. He'll close his eyes and get some sleep so he can spend most of the night exploring further.

⇨ THE SUMMERLANDS

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