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Who: Amethyst and anyone who's still at the Carnival while the Hunt Take 2 is going on
When: Day 178
Where: Around the Carnival
What: Amethyst picked a bit of an awkward time to get brought back.

A: for people who feel like explaining to her what is going on
"Hellooooo?"

Amethyst peers around the edge of a trailer. It's not like she was expecting a parade or anything, but... it's daytime, and so far, since she emerged out of the woods and onto the grounds of the Carnival proper, she hasn't seen anybody.

She figures, probably, they've just stopped off somewhere and the Ringmaster's let everyone go look around and they're all just, shopping, or exploring, or something totally fine and not dangerous. But
-- well, maybe it's just because she'd been kind of gearing herself up for some enthusiastic reunions while she was making her way through the forest, but she can't help but feel a little worried?

Which sucks. She hates feeling worried.

"Maaan... Everyone better not be getting up to something awesome without me," she says aloud, and kicks a rock. It bounces off the nearest trailer... Or the nearest person. Whichever.

B: for people who do not
After she's gotten filled in on what's actually going on, Amethyst doesn't settle down much. She kind of wants to just take a nap in a big heap of familiar Carnival trash? But her trailer, it figures, is locked, because something's wrong with the Warden, whose name she can't remember, which is messed up, and she kind of really wants to go see what's going on and try and help or something except that it sounds like someone who doesn't know what's been going on since the Carnival got here going out there might not be a great idea...

So she ends up just heading to the Cookhouse and trying to distract herself with food. ('Food'.) (In this instance, technically a sandwich. Better not to ask for more details.)

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It wouldn't have taken a stone to tell Reira that someone was here, honestly. With the grounds so empty, so barren, she can practically feel out any incoming people for the next five to ten meters. It's impressive-or it would be, if most places weren't that empty when she needed to do that. There's little choice in being able to feel someone approaching however, and it doesn't take long to realize that it's not GCat, or some wandering pokemon or similar. The stone hits the wall of the trailer, but Reira is already opening the door, peering outside.

"....H'llo?" she calls out, blinking and searching for the source of the bounced rock. She...didn't expect too many to hang back, admittedly.

Even some of the people who were sick decided to help with hunting after all.

Edited (NO GUARANTEES HER EXPLAINING WON'T NEED EXPLAINING sorry amethyst) 2017-11-08 03:48 (UTC)

Amethyst actually jumps when the door opens.

"Whoah! Uh, hey, sorry I guess? I didn't think anyone was around. D'you uh... You know where everyone is?"

"Um." She's not really sure what the sorry is about-maybe the sound? She decides not to think too much about it, instead nodding. "....They have to do a...contest, right now," she answers. "It's part of a 'bargain' the Ringmaster is making with the 'Prince'. ....If we win, we get something important," she adds, not entirely sure who this is.

Should she just talk about winning names??? It's a good question. "....................who're you..?"

A contest, huh. Well, that sounds kind of reassuring, at least...

"Oh right!" she says, lightly donking the padded heel of her palm against her forehead. "I'm Amethyst! I guess I've been here, like, a while but I went home for... Man, actually I'm not sure how long it's gonna have been back here. I used to be a bouncer, I guess?"

"Oh!" Well. Okay then. "Umnh.... I'm new, I guess," Reira eventually decides to reply to that with. "....I'm supposed to look after the animals with Ginko. My name's Reira." Names seem important to trade, here. That said.

"....I guess that means you have to wait until the contest is over, though..." ...She should. Maybe explain. Said contest.

"What, for everyone to come back? Yeah, looks like it..." Amethyst rubs the back of her neck. "What kinda contest is this, anyway?"

For a moment, Reira finds herself rather torn. She can't pick up a lot of worry here-things must seem usual, after all.

But it's far from usual-even she's aware of that. Part of her would rather not ruin that. But the other....

Reira chews her lip, and looks down a moment. It's better to tell the truth after all. "Ummh... ...It's...not a good one," she eventually says. "...But explaining why isn't short-it's a 'long story'," she manages, pulling the term from something she'd heard awkwardly traded between others earlier in her stay.

"...We have the time but... ....Long stories normally aren't nice ones, I think. ....This one really isn't."

"Uh... okay," says Amethyst uncertainly. "Like, how bad are we talkin' here?"

"....They took 'someone's name'," she starts, and from her tone, 'someone' is someone she knows-but. She can't say the name. Or think it. Or anything like that-

"And they also took some of the others from the Carnival-so now the Ringmaster has to fight for them, but..." She chews her lip.

"...'The Prince' chose what the contest was. ....And said it would be a 'hunt', where he'd bring the 'animals' back after they were killed. ....but the animals are going to be the people he took."

So that's....something to take in.

Amethyst stares down at her. This is becoming overwhelming, and Reira's mode of speech isn't the clearest, so she's not sure she's really hearing what she's hearing.

"Wait... wait. You're tellin' me... this Prince guy... has taken a buncha people from the Carnival, and now everyone who's gone off to do this 'contest' has to try and kill them?"

"Only because they'll come back, and because it means we can kill the Prince..!" Reira hurriedly replies-a statement fortunately far more Direct in the meaning. It comes out a fair bit panicked, given that...well. Amethyst isn't feeling the calmest either. (People heading down that path is Never A Good Sign she's pretty sure)

If he wasn't sick of existence yesterday, he super is now. Even a normal person would struggle with being tied up and locked in a trailer for two days, and in the disrepair that is the skeletons severed mind, being left without stimulus is damning. Yet, simultaneously, other people feel impossible to interact with, because he has nothing of substance to say and doesn't have the manual dexterity to entertain himself.

So, he sleeps. Sleeps and eats when he can manage, like Papyrus asked him to do. Tyki has spent a lot of time around the trailer, which is more welcome than he would have expected, but most of the time he has company he doesn't bother talking. The truth is, despite it all... he still wants out of here. It doesn't matter how many people tell him otherwise, but he still wants out, and he still wants to go back to that fortress, even at the risk of his life.

Tyki is presumably away for the moment, maybe getting more apples. In the meantime, he's working on scratching and a bigger and bigger rut in the trailer wall with his feet. It's a grating sound, that can probably be heard from outside.

Edited 2017-11-08 21:31 (UTC)

Amethyst is rooting through the heap of mail outside the trailer when she notices the scratching. She leans back a little, tilting her head as she tries to get a bead on where it's coming from.

"Uuhhh..." She shuffles over to the door, presses her ear up against it. After a moment's consideration, she knocks. "Yo... uh ... boss...?" It feels real weird to say that, in a way she didn't anticipate. Like, she meant to say 'Boss' with a capital B but it just... didn't come out that way, somehow.

He's had an increasingly pervasive feeling, since the others left. This feeling that something final is about to happen, and that he should be there for it. Names and images flash through his mind in vague recognition of the feeling, but he can't remember its context. It's making him restless, and giving way to a deepening sense of paranoia.

So, of course, when someone knocks on the door he doesn't find himself very appreciative of it. Instead, he's just thinking about death, sitting up in bed so abruptly that he makes himself feel like throwing up for a moment, due to his continued illness. More tentatively, his lowers his feet to the floor, staring at the door in relatively shock.

"What... What do you want?" he calls out, sounding as discombobulated as he is. He recognizes this voice, but not enough for it to set him at ease. She isn't here.

It's a surprise to hear him speak -- she didn't realise it, but after what she'd heard she was kind of imagining that he was completely incapable of communication, or something -- so it's a moment before she replies.

"... You uh... you doin' okay in there...?"

He's not the best at communication, but he is still pretty decent at making himself heard. Importantly, though, he's immediately agitated by the fact that someone is just talking to him through the door, someone he remembers images of but has no idea what to expect from otherwise. Someone, as far as he knows, shouldn't be around.

He does something which he hasn't bothered doing much of - he actually slides off the bed and onto his feet, woozy crouching down and wincing as he stares at the door with worried interest.

His tentacle tail falls off of the bed and onto the floor with a dull thump. He slowly creeps forward.

"...Dude?" She leans a bit more heavily against the door. "You there?"

Not really sure where to go with this, he knocks on the door from the other side. Obviously, if you knock on the door they have to open it up. It's only polite.

Unfortunately, he can't use his hands, so he's just kind of slapping it with his tail.

"Uuhhh... not sure I should open this up for you, dude." She wants to. She wants to see him -- she thinks it would make her feel better about not being able to remember his name.

He doesn't really know how to convince her. He remembers information, but none of it feels relevant. He hunkers down a little further, feeling lost.

"Please?" he offers, having nothing else.

"Nuh uh," she says uneasily. "You're just gonna run off again and everyone's gonna be real mad about it."

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