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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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Yeah, that's a good point. It's a bit hard to really grasp the idea of a lifetime's work when YoRHa R&D has such quick turnaround. But he can understand feeling like everything you worked on vanishing or stopping with your death. Maybe the reason he's not afraid of dying is because he knows that whatever be discovers will be passed on to other androids. That his life was useful.
Well, aside from the being reuploaded to a new body thing.
"You know, records say that humans passed their most important memories to each other in all sorts of things." Something Rita should already know as a human! "Things like... ink on their skin, or in the weapons they made, or journal entries. Maybe... if you recorded your important work, someone could finish it if something happened to you."
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"Naturally, I keep records of everything. I've even started writing a book about blastia, to make sure that my knowledge and feelings about them can be communicated, without ambiguity, to future generations." She gestures to the papers on the table. While some appear to be notes and sketches relating to things found in the carnival and in the worlds visited here, there are a bunch of pages in slightly neater writing (Rita's penmanship is generally atrocious) that make up a partial rough draft of a book chapter.
When Rita thinks about all the things the Geraios civilization must have known about blastia, but failed to pass on, she knows she has to do better. She doesn't want historians to hypothesize about her motives for changing the world, and she doesn't want future generations to repeat the same mistakes that humanity already made before.
"Still, there are some things I need to do that, even if someone tried to continue my work, they probably wouldn't be able to learn enough in time to do what needs to be done." It might sound egocentric of her to say that no one else can do what she does, but as far as Rita's concerned, it's the truth.
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9S decides it's better not to bring that up.
Well, at some point, he's going to read those papers, whether Rita wants him to or not! You can't just leave information out in the open like that and not expect him to pry. But something she says strikes him as odd...
"Wouldn't be able to learn enough in time to do what needs to be done...?" 9S repeats slowly. Somewhere behind them, Pod 153 is done with the sweeping and has started on folding the clothes. "Rita... is something bad about to happen to your world?"
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Well, there's no point in mincing words. "Precisely," she answers with a solemn nod. "Right now, we're facing a catastrophe that could mean the end of the human race... or of all life in the world. Once I return, the next few weeks will be critical in determining what happens in the long run."
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If he had a heart, it would feel heavy. As it is, it feels as if suddenly the weight of the world was dropped on his shouders. The humans of her world, too...?
"That's the reason you're researching magic and technology from other worlds, isn't it?" 9S brightens, a smile spreading across his face. "Then allow me to help!"
Well, technically he'd already offered when he proposed they work together.
"I'll assist in any way I can."
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"Actually, our goals might have a lot in common. You see, I've come up with a way to put a stop to the catastrophe... at the cost of all the blastia in the world. Our magic, technology, we'll lose it all." Rita still has a lot of mixed feelings about it, but she's still determined to move forward with her plan. It's not like there's any other choice, anyway.
"That's why I want to learn about societies that have always gotten by without blastia. How they use magic, how they provide for people's basic needs... the kind of knowledge that'll help us start over." That seems to be what both of their goals boil down to: helping humanity start over.
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It's so hard to imagine giving up something that's so intrinsic to one's livelihood. But... if that's what they have to do to survive... It's incredible that Rita is willing to sacrifice all that to save the world.
"Your blastia already have a technological framework." He nods in the direction of where Rita keeps the thermo blastia. "You might not have to change as much as you think. If you tell me more about blastia, I can cross reference your information with mine..."
[ooc: And tie it off here with them nerding for the entire rest of the day or something?]