lostcarnival | ⇨ HEARTSTONE MANOR

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⇨ HEARTSTONE MANOR

Who: Everyone!
When: Day 170 - Day ???
Where: Heartstone Manor
What: The carnival arrives at the Heartstone Manor. Do your best to play along, and try not to get too far ahead of the schedule with threading if you can avoid it, in case something that would affect your character happens early on.
Warnings: Individually marked! Could be a lot of things.

BEAUTIES AND THE BEAST↴

When the carnival arrives at the Manor, everyone will be taken into the Throne Room to greet the Prince for the first time. He will be lounging on his throne, and will take a look at the guests that the Ringmaster has brought before eventually dismissing everyone so that he can talk to her alone. After that, they will be given a brief tour of the Manor by some of the servants, and then brought to their rooms to start picking out clothes for tomorrow. On the first night they will be permitted to wear regular clothes, but starting the next morning the dress code will be enforced.

There will be a number of servants helping guests with clothing, and making alterations to suit the non-humanoid features they may have. The tailors work with fabric by hand, but their stitching is impossibly quick and accurate, with changes being made to complex clothing at unbelievable speed. Some guests may note while working with them that one of the seamstresses has wooden mannequin-esque hands instead of human ones, and another has two sets of arms. The arms are one of the most obviously inhuman traits that they'll see while first touring the building.

Come the morning of Day 171, the daily routine will begin.

⇨ THE DAILY SCHEDULE ⇦

► FIVE MEALS A DAY: Between breakfast, lunch, tea, supper, and evening drinks, the meals you are required to attend are frequent and long. Each meal (except drinks and tea) will have multiple rounds, and use all of the fancy cutlery. It will be difficult to keep up for those that are untrained. The food will vary greatly, but will generally to be palatable to those that are into whatever kind of food it might be. Some of them are odd delicacies that are very much an acquired taste, however. People who cannot eat will be given a pass once the Ringmaster explains it, but will be looked down on for it.

► DAILY ACTIVITIES: There are scheduled activities for every morning and afternoon,
and everyone is required to attend. Descriptions of each activity are provided on the "Event Descriptions" tab of the spreadsheet linked up above. There is only one hour of free time scheduled per day, after supper, and beyond that the servants will almost constantly have you on the go. The Prince and Ringmaster will not be present for most of the activities, but they will be there for every meal. If you character refuses to follow the schedule or makes a huge mess out of proceedings, make sure to report it here.

► AFTER CURFEW: At 11PM, everyone is expected to return to their quarters and spend the rest of the night there. Wandering after curfew is unacceptable by the Prince's rules, and if you do it there will be the chance of discover. Based on your character's stealth abilities, there will be dice rolling to determine if they are discovered or not, and by whom. Make sure you report any after curfew activity to the mod post here. This can also take place as an investigation if they are actually looking for something instead of just farting around.

► ROOM AND BOARD: The servants will remain upbeat for most of the time the guests are here, unless something is done to provoke them. They will be present at every activity, and there will be a variety of different individuals. One frequently spotted character will be the butler, a man with dark hair and small, sharp horns. He seems to be the main organizer of things.

► ODDITIES: Even beyond the obvious, there is something off about the Manor. Doors, windows, and other household objects will sometimes move seemingly without cause, and other times there will be banging sounds in the walls, or mysterious voices heard at a distance. It feels like you're being haunted. If you have a moment to wander the corridors, then you'll sometimes see open doors abruptly slam shut the moment you lay eyes on them, and wall sconces turn off or on. It's weird, man.

► THE HUNT: The Hunt activity will have its own event post, and some sign ups for those that will participate meaningfully. There will be some dice rolling to determine who hunts the most impressive game, and rewards handed out accordingly. Before that post goes up, however, you can do some investigations for the start of the event, if your character is interested in looking into the specifics of the contest and overall context.

MAKE SURE THAT ALL DECORUM VIOLATIONS ARE REPORTED HERE.

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If only 9S knew...

9S' gaze follows Tyki and his scone. What is that new food item...? It looks small and kind of untasty, if he's quite honest.

"Mmm... about a hundred thousand?"

A far cry from the billions that used to populate the planet.

"They're all living on the moon, so I haven't met any of them in person."

He's quite open about things, but he's learnt to not offer the information about, you know, the situation with human civilisation. Humans haven't reacted too well when he tells him about it, from past experience.

Yeah, if they physically get their way and find the Heart there will be nothing that can destroy them. The end goal for the Noah is to erase all of humanity.

It kind of is and he'll slide a bit of cream onto the edge of his plate. He dabs it then and slides it into the middle of the scone before taking a bite. Oh, now he's interested in the conversation, "Something must've happened to erase that many humans."

The moon? They finally made it to the moon. Interesting.

9S hesitates -- Rita had reacted rather poorly to the news -- but eventually decides, if Tyki asks, he deserves an answer. 9S nods. Yeah, he's right.

"At first, it was a disease. In my world, magic is deadly to humans."

Maybe because the magic originally came from another world. Humans exposed to it would die and turn into salt. They called it White Chlorination Syndrome.

"But after that, aliens invaded and waged war on Earth using their machines. All that's left of humanity fled to the moon, while we androids continue to fight the machines on their behalf."

He takes another sip of his tea because it is getting harder to not crack a grin any wider than he already is. It sounds so familiar and similar. It's the first world he's encountered other than his own that even mentions the eradication of humans.

"Magic has always been deadly to humans. Some just learned to harness it in other forms. There are of course consequences."

He should't pick. He shouldn't keep asking questions. Right now he was just an ordinary human with a predatory stride as best to those that picked it up, "If you have never met a human then how do you know they are still there?"

9S isn't quite sure what to make of that smile. Syrlya had a rather calm, practical approach to the revelation, but he isn't human, though he shares the world with humans, and humans had a large influence on his people. Curious, he scans Tyki, trying to determine if his physical make up is human with fae magic, or something else.

"One of the Operators is in charge of communications with them. We also receive correspondences from the Council of Humanity every now and again." The corner of 9S' mouth twitches. "They're about as dry as you'd expect, coming from a council."

But the Operator in charge of communications to the Council had mentioned that she's yet to hear back from them after she reported to them about those crazy naked machine men. Maybe they don't care any more? Those words echo in him.

Even when he's killing someone or fighting he's always cheerful. It's hard to break the usual grin off his face once he has it. His smile is wide and he's rather amused at the moment. It's the best possible outcome to something like this.

Scanning will show a basic human make up with a lot of strangeness to it. There's something darker lurking behind all of those genes, bones and flesh but unless he can directly sense that Dark Matter and awakened gene it won't reveal much at all.

"You'll forgive me if Council of Humanity seems like a strange name. I can imagine the dry feel already." His eyes settle on him once more as he's given a once over. He looks human enough but unless Tyki can see that soul within him he knows he's not. "You count on them either way."

So Tyki is human, just weird in a way he can't identify. Kind of like Lambert and his mutations in that regard. He'd ask about it, but this doesn't seem to be the right setting for it.

9S had once questioned whether androids like himself have a soul, not knowing for certain until he joined the Carnival. His soul might be similar to a human's, but it's quite apparent that he isn't the same as the human creators he's modelled after.

"Of course! We're working for them, after all." If you can't trust your superiors, who can you trust? "It sure would be nice to meet them in person, but that's probably only gonna happen once we've eradicated the machines from Earth."

No, right now he would be a little cross with him if he asked so publicly in front of a lot of servants. It was actually working for him properly right now that he looked more human.

Akuma were special and tied down by the machines inside of them to obey the orders of the Earl and Noah. They could not deny an order even if it risked their own life.

"Such blind faith but I won't begin to discuss that." Even the Black Order had a handful of Exorcists that blindly followed orders without realizing just how corrupt their inner circle was. "I wonder though what your reaction would be if you found out the opposite. Humans have such short lives."

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"Hey! Come on now! Of course they're still alive."

Why's a human being so cynical about this? He doesn't understand.

"Yeah, okay, you humans have short lives," says 9S, the three year old, "But you're biological, so you're always reproducing. There's always going to be a new generation of humans."

Y'all dirty fuckers, is what he's saying--

"I have just found in times of destruction, war, and hard times that proof is more concrete than faith."

Because humans will always crawl all over each other trying to win no matter the cost. It only takes one to make a huge mistake. Just one little fault to tear an entire nation down and his family excels at finding it.

"Oh? So it doesn't matter if our lives are short and pointless because we can keep spitting out more, good sir? The individual doesn't matter over the whole?" He's teasing and isn't' actually taking any offense.

"N-no! I didn't mean to imply that at all!"

If anything... that's what they androids are. All moving parts to a whole, all with specific roles and functions. They have their individuality, but 9S holds no illusions that he isn't replaceable. They all are, technically, replaced by themselves.

"I think your lives are special because you only get one. Humans get to choose what they want to do with it, so that's how things like culture and society get created."

He laughs softly at his reaction because he isn't trying to make a sense and yet all of his reactions were priceless.

"I jest, my good man. Don't fluster so."

But he's right and Tyki is grinning wide as he turns towards the boy, "Then do you think that one should live their life to the fullest? Invest, invent, replenish. Keep going. Indulge in your wants. Time is short."

He's not flustered! Absolutely not!

Nevermind that 9S huffs and briefly looks away, hunching slightly.

"Um... Well, I'm not sure what it means to 'live life to the fullest'." Without thinking, 9S stretches out his legs. "Us androids don't really get to do what we want."

And it's hard to imagine what life will be like without their mission.

"Sit up straight, please."

He has to sip his tea again to stop his lips from grinning and only after a moment will he calm his expression and raise his cup for more tea. He does admire the servants, so diligent and patient with him, and he'll wait for it to fill before continuing the conversation, "You joined a carnival, did you not? You aren't constrained by what rules you had before. Live, Mister 9S. Prepare if you must but live."

9S groans, making an annoyed noise at the back of his throat before he sits up. "Fiiine."

He never thought that doing all this human-ish stuff would make him so restless! Maybe because the Prince isn't really a human, so all this is just some imitation. All this sitting and not doing anything active is killing him!

Prepare...?

"I... guess? But we still have rules in the Carnival. And we gotta follow the rules here, too."

Sort of. Lambert pretty much did give the Nightrunners permission to discreetly break them.

"A gentleman doesn't slouch nor does he complain."

He understands his plight. Tyki was raised like this and it doesn't bother him nearly as much anymore. He had his own thoughts on the strictness of rules but he won't say them outloud with so many servants.

"Yes but I imagine they aren't nearly as strict as the ones at home if you aren't even allowed to 'do what you want'."

Just as Childermass said if he must wander to keep it to the rooms.

But he's not a gentleman, though?? And telling 9S not to complain is like telling the sun not to shine; it's never gonna happen. Truly, he is Whine S.

"It's kind of the same, actually."

It's both easier and harder in the Carnival. There's plenty of people for him to talk with, but he's used to having a lot more space to roam around and do things. And mission objectives to be met.

"I have missions back home, but how they let me figure out how to complete them. As long as I do my job, I can afford to uh. Take on side requests. It's kind of like that in the Carnival... just with less demand for other things, I guess."

And he always performs better than expected, which is why no one seems to mind too much when he gets sidetracked.

He is right now. Every male here was a gentleman or at least should act like one. He's quoting from his youth but it has the same effect. He just needs it repeated over and over and over and over.

"Well, it's different from my world. I have my orders from home but I can still choose what I do want to do. I can choose whether to listen or not."

He takes a bite of the scone and will chew delicately and not in a hurry. He's savoring the taste even if it isn't the best. He lives life to the fullest with every bite, gesture and desire. "Being human means to have choice. For better or worse. For good or evil."

9S goes quiet at that, thinking, his gaze dropping to his teacup.

"I..."

Humans have free will. That's part of what he admired about them. And androids... they have free will as well, don't they? That's what separates them from machines. The ability to choose.

But do they really choose?

11B made a choice to desert. Even if she hadn't died in the attempt, she would have been found and punished.
22B, 64B, and 8B... they were slain for desertion.
In the end, they're all leashed to YoRHa command. They're like ants, busily crawling over the surface of Earth in service to their queen. And when the queen is gone...

9S bites the bottom of his lip. It's different for androids. It's different. It must be. Otherwise they would be no different from the machines.

"That's free will, isn't it?" His voice is softer. "I know humans have warred with each other. They loved. They hated." So he knows they're not always benevolent. "I don't always understand why humans do the things they do... But you're always pushing the boundaries, aren't you?"

"Everything one does has a consequence. It is our actions that define who we are despite everything we have. It is just as our lovely Lady," to which he means the Ringmaster, "has befitted us of a contract and we are told we cannot break it but we can. Death is a good way out. So is killing another. It is whether or not we decide for ourselves to do it, orders or not."

He's looking straight at him again now that his scone is done and he let him brood over whatever he needs to as he waits for him to speak. Tyki loves to talk and he'll do it at any opportunity. He's at least letting him get a word in, "Humans were made to destroy. The area around them, each other, the animals. Something just finally beat them to their game, hmm?" But to answer his question he'll chuckle under his breath, "Yes, I always am. Humans always will. They cannot stop progression nor destruction."

Humans were made to destroy.

9S shakes his head vehemently. No. No. No no no. That can't be true!

"Humans created us. Destruction isn't all they're capable of. I..."

But Tyki's a human, isn't he? Wouldn't he know better? He's just an android, only able to make guesses about humanity from their old records and the public broadcasts. What does he know? It feels wrong to tell a human he's wrong. But he can't accept these words...

9S' hands clench. "I don't believe humans' purpose is to destroy."

He's too honest almost all the time and even now when the conversations required a delicate touch he just kept talking.

"I'm not saying that is all they are good for. It is just what they were made to do." Carrot and stick. He might be confusing him but it was a little fun to give and take back hope.

He hums at his words as he looks into the empty tea cup now in his fingers. Time was ticking away as it always was. He can read body language rather well and every moment longer with him was shaking such a strong belief, "Humans are also capable of love, trust, sweetness, self sacrifice. There are the rare souls that conflict their human natures. They ones that fight for everyone are often doomed to ill fated consequences.

The truth of the matter is one cannot save everyone. Eventually someone will die just as eventually all humans will die."

Created? It makes humans sound like they are artificial beings like androids. Which can't be right. Humans are biological, humans have free will, humans have the ability to choose. Humans are what androids try to be, but can never quite achieve. To consider humans to be like them...

...But there has to be someone who created life in the first place, right? Like the gods androids know of but don't quite comprehend.

He can't understand this. He can't understand why Tyki would believe so little in his own people.

"Why are you saying all this? You're human too, aren't you?" Is he being rude by asking this? He just wants to understand... But it hurts. It hurts thinking about this. "Are you saying you're like that, too? That you're going to destroy everything around you? What about the people you care for? Would you destroy them? You can choose not to, can't you?"

God is cruel in Tyki's mind. He believes in it because he knows it to be true. It is what is the basis of all of this. God, Innocence, faith. It's all disgusting and cruel.

He watches the way his tea flows in his cup now that it sits there upon his saucer and his mannerisms despite everything have not changed, "Because it is the truth. I understand what it means to be human. To love, to care, to suffer, to create, to destroy. Humans war with civilizations over their beliefs and wants. If someone owns land that someone else wants, they war. Countless of lives have been lost over pieces of land or what grows in it. Villages and towns town apart for the gold, ore and oil beneath their feet."

He chinks the cup softly, "Even the minerals in this cup were drawn from the Earth to create it."

He's quiet for a small moment as he can tell the other is suffering with how desperate every word gets, "Yes, I can choose not to. We can all choose not to." But will he. Will humans stop fighting? Will they only take from the Earth what they need and not what they want?

Will the humans that live on the moon doom themselves to the same fate as Earth?

"Then..." 9S worries at his bottom lip with his teeth, before continuing, with more conviction. "I believe they won't destroy everything."

He has to.

He thinks of Rita, whose goal is to save her world. He thinks of Strange, who wished to save his wife. He thinks of all the small kindnesses of humans shown to him in the Carnival as he tries to understand them.

"The humans I've met at the Carnival... they're kind. If humans are created to destroy, then they chose to go against what they were created for." He thinks of Pascal and his village of pacifistic machines. "And... that's okay. They'll find a way to live, even if all the other humans choose destruction."

⇨ HEARTSTONE MANOR

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