THE GRAND BALL↴
Heartstone Manor is a giant, spooky castle floating in the middle of a twilight filled void. It is the home of a Wyld Fae calling himself The Prince - and despite his name, he is a bestial creature crammed into a gentleman's clothing, completely obsessed with replicating the ideals of old timey human society, much like the 1800's. The Prince and his many servants all dress in a manner appropriate to to the 1500's - 1800's, and decorum and beauty are held sacred above all else. All the workers of the carnival are currently staying there, in the hope of enabling a successful diplomatic venture between the Ringmaster and the Prince. The Grand Ball is being thrown by the Prince to honour these guests, but his manner of doing this is going to come as a bit of a surprise.
THE RULES↴
- Powers are all partially nerfed for 4th Wallers. They can be used in small to moderate ways for the sake of RP and narrative flavour, but 4th Wallers shouldn’t generally be using any powers in a super disruptive manner. No using powers for fighting with NPCs (yet), causing general chaos, or otherwise making your character a burden to the Prince. If they try, they’ll find themselves unable to do so.
- Your character isn’t sure how they got here but they think they’re okay with it. Your character won’t remember how they were captured by the Prince at the start of the ball. They’re just kind of here and in formal wear, and something tells them it’s probably fine to just enjoy the ball. They are wrong.
- In-game characters won’t initially remember how they all ended up at the ball either thanks to a temporary amnesia effect, but they will be able to be concerned about the fact that other people (possibly people they know) have shown up, and the fact that those other people are probably the Prince’s captives. Weren’t they doing something else at the castle before this, though? It’s hard to remember. This is all very confusing.
- 4th Wall character who aren’t apping in were possibly never the real deal in the first place. There are a mixture of genuine captives and spooky replications created with magic – this is to provide some flexibility regarding 4th wall character’s states in game, as well to allow more than one of each character to be played. If there are multiple people playing the same character, then whichever one has an app accepted will have been the real one.
- No doubles of in game characters. (Taken list here.) No AUs, no CRAUs, and nothing else besides characters that have full source canons or are original characters/fandom OCs with no bearing on the canon plot. If you tag in with a character who breaks these rules we reserve the right to remove them.
THE SETUP: 4TH WALLERS↴
- With incredibly foggy memories of their recent past, your character will find themselves at a grand ballroom dance, filled with a mixture of normal humans and odd looking humanoids that have strange features like wings, horns, tails, fur, and the like. They have vague memories of being dressed for the occasion, but are not sure by who or why. Most disturbingly, they will find that, at first at least, they don’t really care about the details. It seems like a pleasant event, doesn’t it? Why not enjoy it.
- This effect is definitely some kind of mind control, so you can feel free to have your characters be a bit confused and conflicted about it. Ultimately, they have been charmed to participate in the dance, so they will feel like riding the wave is the best thing to do even if that wouldn’t normally be their cup of tea. If your character has resistances to some forms of mind control, they are still overruled in this circumstance.
- They may discover people they recognize (castmates) or even duplicates of themselves (somehow?), and these can all be treated as canonly occurring and played out as such. This event is canon for Lost Carnival, so it should be played seriously and respectfully – not that silly shenanigans aren’t also bound to happen.
- All characters are required to dress in formal attire appropriate to a period area – specifically anywhere from the 1500s to 1800s. The Prince prefers if people are heteronormative in their clothing choices, but if you want you can probably get away with your ladies wearing suits or men wearing dresses as long as they look presentable otherwise.
THE SETUP: MANOR GUESTS↴
- You find yourself at the Grand Ball without really remembering how you got here. The last few days are a foggy blur, and though you can remember some of the important stuff you were dealing with, it will feel less important right at the start. Of course, as the night goes on, memories of how the carnival reached this event will become more and more clear – as well as the inevitable worry and stress that comes with it.
- For most people, there will have absolutely no memory of anything that happened after the morning of Day 175. Did the boating trip ever happen? Possibly not. Even as the night progresses, they will still have no recollection of how most of Day 175 went, which is probably disturbing. The Mod has contacted those that are exceptions to this privately to tell them what they will remember.
- The people lost to the Manor’s security earlier in the week will be here too, but not as guests. In fact, all of them will be dressed in the black attire of a Heartstone Manor servant and will seem pretty okay with that fact. There are parts of them that look changed – and their dispositions are definitely one of them. How else could they possibly be working for the Prince now?
- Updates to the event situation will be posted down in this section below. People can react to these posts as the circumstances change, and may new top levels based on them. It is possible to try to sneak away from the ball, but Manor Security will be trying to hunt you down. There is no mandatory outcome planed to this event, so character decisions can and will have a major effect in where the plot goes from here.
THE ACCOMODATIONS↴
- MUSIC AND DANCING: There will be music playing the whole night, and most of it is so good you feel practically compelled to dance to it. It's possible to resist, but why would you want to do that, you party pooper?
- FOOD AND DRINK: There are circle tables set up with fine silverware, and upon sitting down you will soon have a waiter come back to ask for an order. You can request basically any European cusine and it will be made for you. You will also be given drinks, most of which are alcohol, no matter your age. Fae don't care about children.
- BALCONY STARGAZING: There are balconies that are connected to the ballroom in multiple locations that you can step out onto to get some fresh air. You'll see the courtyard of the Manor down below you, but everything beyond that is black, as if the castle is floating within a twilight void. (Because it is.) One small change is that there are stars out tonight, probably added to the sky for the occasion.
- ALL NIGHT LONG: The ball will go on far into the early morning. Or, at least, until everyone fucks it up.
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lostcarnival2017-10-13 06:00 pm
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Forget his problems?
He wishes.
But he also laughs. "Talk? To me?" That's actually pretty funny. "And what do we talk about?"
A conversation between the brain-damaged and the brainwashed... that's gonna go far.
And, yes, he is aware of that. For all that Foster has an incredible ability to forget--where he's going, why he was going there, what he just said, what the conversation is about, etc... he has never had the luxury of forgetting his problems. They're always there, eating deeper and deeper into his brain, the idle seconds between movements a sacrifice to the creeping rot inside of his head, every moment another stage of microscopic genocide before the final extinction.
Though the, uh. The floating is a little distracting. He's not sure he feels about that. Anyway, please, tell him more about how having time to waste should make him forget his troubles.
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"Humnnnn...well.... ...There's lots of things we can talk about~" she decides, obliviously failing to recall just how many things about the other had unnerved her not long ago. "We could talk about...magic! You did those things with the...mice, right?" she asks, yet again unable to get her mind to connect to the fact that she had been quite unnerved by it all.
Phone tags...
"Disgusting... it was disgusting, wasn't it--? Only such a disgusting thing could have resulted from my magic. Untested, disgusting... almost more repulsive than useful!" That was the first time he'd successfully made such extensive changes--there hadn't been time to test it before. Well. There had been time. But there hadn't been anything in it for him any more... he'd lost motivation, purpose. His original intention with those experiments had been to fashion a replacement for Mimikyu, but he'd grown increasingly bitter and given up.
Hours and hours of tireless, tiresome work abandoned--until the Hunt. Sans had been right to deny him. Stupid, rotting creature that he was, even Foster could understand that much--! His motive had been wrong, his timing had been wrong! No, he was not until then meant to succeed--but he did succeed! His efforts had borne their disgusting fruit at exactly the right time.
And now...
"But it worked! They served their purpose, and now they rot."
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She pauses, losing track of where she was even in this conversation. It's becoming quite difficult on her, apparently. "....What happened after that again.... ....We won, right..?"
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He's not displeased because of the outcome (in fact, he is... almost proud, though sceptical of it. Nor is he displeased by the prize awarded--a bow is functionally useless to him, but even if it had not been, he never would have attempted to keep whatever was won. He knows he is not entitled to such profits.
No, what displeases him is the blatant moves made by hosting the hunt, and how incredibly inept the rest of the Carnival was at seeing it. The vast majority of individuals are wholly blind to manipulation and power.... well, he knows they are. People are so enmeshed in the minuscule transactions of power and control and the surrender thereof that most of they time they cannot see, and they dislike being reminded of it. But it's usually to their benefit, so he doesn't really understand why. At least the Ringmaster was aware of it, this time. Is aware.
"Anyway, I did... find a use for them, later. But eventually the point of death is decay... reusing the same body for too many tasks will render it useless for any." Which is a nicer way of saying that magically speaking, there is a point at which you have used and reused the flesh and bone past its structural limits.
That's a bad thing.
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Though, she purses her lips as he notes the point of death. Hmm. "...I guess that's true...if something's dead, normally it's...supposed to stay dead...." She continues to mull over this, moving back, and forth, and lightly spinning the other. "...I used to be dead, come to think of it...The Ringmaster really knows how to turn things around..~!"
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It is something he both loves and hates about it, in equal measure. It is permanent, final, absolute. Inevitable and implacable, beyond the control or appeal of--well, Necromancy is only temporary itself.
It's a good thing Carly is leading this 'dance,' or they would have stopped moving by now. As it is, she's more or less pulling and pushing gently Foster around the dance floor; it's not very difficult because he's basically just letting her do it, but it probably doesn't really deserve to be called 'a dance.'
Nice spin, though.
"Was it worth it?" He doesn't clarify what he's asking, whether it's magic, or the hunt, or dying, or the Ringmaster, or coming back from death, in whatever fashion--
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"...if it had been as I imagined....as I was offered," she murmurs, "...It would have been. ....but the price of being dead and alive at once..."
She swallows, and closes her eyes, the motions pausing just briefly. "....It's good that I'm actually alive again. ....It was.... ....A part of me I needed to get rid of, with what happened because of that choice..."
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So that's something. Maybe.
Or maybe not.
"Your dead self... and your living self?"
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...And, well.
"..........But he was horrible. ...So the Ringmaster helped me to consume him, and revive properly."
Ah.
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It does make sense. Consumption is an essential concept to him--not so much as part of the physical world he was born into, but as part of the world he experiences and inhabits personally, complicit with his disease.
Its rule is so absolute, its tenets so strict, that it is what forces him to be so inflexibly vegetarian. Blood is essential to the being its from, after all. For him, in his body, an outside blood... it's a contaminant. But his own blood consumed by, in someone else--!
...anyway.
Consuming her shadow, which itself is composed of or contains a demon, makes perfect sense to him because it falls so easily within the strange bounds of his psychosis.
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She blinks however, as he questions...alive. "EH?! Ah...well, before... ...I didn't have a heartbeat, right? I was really more of a body, I guess..."