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lostcarnival2017-09-04 07:53 pm
ringleaders) wrote in lostcarnival2017-09-04 07:53 pm
⇨ GREYSOL
Who: Everyone!
When: Day 155 - Day 169
Where: Greysol
What: The carnival resumes its tour, this time heading to Greysol, a city tied deeply into the fabric of the multiverse. Here, everyone has an animal companion from birth that is the second half of their soul - and thanks to the Ringmaster, so do you. (Remember,![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
joysweeper is our guest event runner for this location, and location specific questions should go to them.)
Warnings: Individually marked!
When: Day 155 - Day 169
Where: Greysol
What: The carnival resumes its tour, this time heading to Greysol, a city tied deeply into the fabric of the multiverse. Here, everyone has an animal companion from birth that is the second half of their soul - and thanks to the Ringmaster, so do you. (Remember,
Warnings: Individually marked!
THE CITY OF GREYSOL↴ The carnival arrives in a manicured park in the center of a big city that sprawls out along where the river reaches the ocean. It’s spring, early enough that nights are chilly, warm enough in the days that people and their souls savor the weather, and sometimes shelter together from the rain. Greysol was designed from the bottom up to accommodate the human-dæmon bond. Go out and see! ► THE SHAPE OF YOUR SOUL: The dæmon-forming spell kicks in at about four in the morning. Most characters will wake up with their souls in some small form, curled against them. Even if they were awake, they became dazed and unfocused while their souls were being drawn out of their bodies and have little memory of how it happened. Until that evening every character's dæmon is able to change shapes, and children and some teens will continue to do so. Most will settle on their permanent forms by evening. Characters without dæmons will just look on, and the few who are thousand-pound bears have to handle being really big. ► IT’S GOOD TO SETTLE: Elaine Tavis Aracari, sixteen-year-old daughter of two actors and a moving pictures sensation herself, just ‘settled’ - her dæmon Tavis stopped changing shape - as a stunning blue peacock. Settling is a major coming of age milestone and celebrated as such in different ways all over the world. She and her family are throwing a massive party in the central park and inviting the public to join in! Enjoy easy access to free catering, live music and showings of moving pictures, and displays of mostly trivial magic. There are also form readers from across the country setting up booths, happy to accept a small fee to inspect your dæmon’s settled or most favored forms and tell you what they mean. Is there anything to these analyses? Eh, maybe, but they’re flattering and fun. ► WITCHING HOURS: Characters who are clearly witches for this event will often be assumed to be in town for a lover, and people, witches and not, may want to know who that is. Humans usually regard them with wary respect and interest. Real witches living with their human families or on business quickly suspect that something’s up, but without clear and present danger take a relaxed wait-and-see attitude. Wait for long enough and any possible decision will come around again, they believe. There isn’t time to learn much witch magic, but witches, real and carnival-made, have an inherent power: the ability to fly using branches of “cloudpine”, an attractive soft-needled tree common in the park. Witches usually ride large branches as if they’re steeds but can use even short sprays, and you’ll probably see the few witches in the city coming to the park to do so. Why not try? ► BEAR PUN: Human-panserbjørn relations have historically been troubled, but have warmed in the past century. It’s the 65th anniversary of the breaking of the Siege of Bertin, a much-mythologized time when Spectres flooded Greysol and a company of panserbjørn arrived and directed efforts to get the survivors out of the city. A statue is being erected and many florid accounts of the story are being told. If you’re in a panserbjørn shape for the duration of the visit you will probably get thanked and celebrated by people trying to hide their nervousness of you. Expect someone to ask if your dæmon would be a human - it’s a common supposition. ► KERNER ISLAND: From the harbor you can see a wooded island. Although there are no rocks to speak of it sports a tall lighthouse, and nearly all boat traffic avoids it carefully. On a clear day someone with binoculars or a particularly sharp-eyed soul can see loads of trash, birds and various other animals that don’t seem local, and… children? Adults and settled teenagers will see tall vague shapes moving about too. When asked about it the most important thing adults will tell other adults is don’t go there. They’ll hold their dæmons close and tell you that on that island are things that eat souls. They may also admit with mixed pride and shame that it’s been a source of wealth and innovation for the city. There’s a facility there that can open windows into other worlds, and the children who can reach it can cross through and bring things back. Many of the children are recruited by research and development teams on the lookout for items they can use, but there are also kids out to have adventures or who’ve run away. More on this later. |
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Glancing between the two and feeling confused, 9S jerks when they suddenly address him.
"Uh." Why're you asking me!? Isn't a name something given to you? Utterly bewildered, 9S replies, "One of you could be Papyrus A and the other could be Papyrus B?"
His own glamour butterfly rests itself on 9S' wrist.
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Flicking her tail back and forth, a smile in her voice, she snarks, "A for... Arigional. And B for Better."
"B for Bones! And A for..." The skeleton scratches at his chin, cupping it in mimicry of thoughtful thinking poses everywhere. "Maybe not A."
They both hum thoughtfully, and the daemon looks back at the robot. "What are your names? Maybe we can get an idea from you."
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"I'm a YoRHa number 9 type S model. But people usually call me 9S." He raises a hand to gesture to his robot buddy. "This is Pod 153."
Does that actually help their decision?
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"Papyrus!!" The daemon thwaps her tail across his face, like covering his mouth would do anything to stop him from talking. She crouches a little lower, and adds, "I'm sure those are perfectly good names. But... maybe not for us."
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"You're already using Papyrus when you talk to each other," he points out with a pout, slightly put out by the blatant rejection of his and pod's 'names'. "Why don't you just use the same name? I think it's way more confusing using a name that's not you."
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"Are we?" Skeleton and daemon look at each other, as much as he can see from the corner of his eyesocket. "Maybe? I didn't notice. But, still..."
Papyrus shrugs, barely not jostling the daemon, only because she shifts and grips in anticipation. "Regardless, I'm already Papyrus and 'bro' interchangeably to our brother. And he's Sans, and 'brother,' to us! What's another nickname?"
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"Er."
This skeleton has a brother? Is he also a skeleton? 9S curls a hand by his chin as he thinks. Androids are so straight forward in comparison.
He points at Papyrus, the skeleton. "You could be 'skeleton'." Then he points at Papyrus, the daemon. "And you could be 'animal'."
No one said 9S was creative.
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Papyrus likewise puts his hand to his chin for a thoughtful chin scratch. "Hmmm... It's direct. I bet people, who don't even know us, would manage to guess upon it with little time at all!"
"We'll... give it some thought?" The daemon offers, unsure but trying to sound positive. "I just look like an animal, I'm not really one."
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Even if the daemon doesn't scan as one. He'd suspected when Papyrus the Animal had changed form, but he had no word for it.
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Papyrus-the-skeleton's jaw opens and shuts a couple times as he searches for words. "'Demon'? Like, contracts and souls and hell, demon?"
"No!" The question flusters her, and she shifts shapes again; a cat, tail fluffed out, hopping to the ground beside him. "It just... sounds similar."
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"Well, that settles it!" 9S declares. "You're Papyrus the daemon and he's Papyrus the skeleton."
Quest complete. Problem solved! Now please stop asking him to name you guys!"Anyway, what's got you up at this time? Kinda late, isn't it?" He has a perfectly good reason to be up, but what about you, both Papyruses??
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Papyrus-the-daemon, for lack of a better name, relaxes at the change of topic, enough to settle down on the skeleton's foot.
"Huh? Oh, the roommate is sleeping. It would be rude to talk all night, just a few feet away!"
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"If your roommate's sleeping, why aren't you sleeping too?"
Nevermind that 9S is out here, not sleeping, too.
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The skeleton is baffled by the question.
"Or at all," the daemon clarifies, tail flicking about. "Some people don't need to!" She undermines it by yawning.
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"You sure about that? You're yawning." And yawning is a Thing humans do when they're tired. He knows about this! You can't pull one over him, Papyrus-the-daemon! "You two should get some rest."
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"Yawning? I'm not--" Papyrus cuts off, seeing the daemon finish yawning. "Oh my god," he gasps, a hand grapsing to his chest like he's clutching at a necklace. "How could you!"
The daemon, for her part, crouches low to cover her mouth with her tail. It's flicking even more energetically, making the cover very inconsistent.
"It just, happened! Maybe rest would be nice..." Good call, 9S. She could use rest, because being pulled into being is a little tiring. "But, not hours and hours! Maybe, just a nap."
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"See? Go back to bed and you'll feel better--" well technically it's already morning, so, "--when the sun is up."
He says it like it's fact, even though prior to all this, he's never experienced nighttime before. Kind of hard, when his base of operations is out in space and his assignment is on a location facing the sun on a tidal locked Earth.
To Papyrus-the-skeleton, he adds, "Aren't you tired, too?"
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The daemon directs an eyeroll in 9S's direction, all 'can you believe this guy' about her skeleton. She's willing to take the robot's confidence as fact, since he sounds so sure.
She then rises to bump against Papyrus' ankles so he can't just ignore her. "That was the day before yesterday. Now we just have an hour of nap each."
"...Does it work like that?"