lostcarnival | ⇨ THE PRINCE IS DEAD

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⇨ THE PRINCE IS DEAD

Who: Everyone!
When: Day 178 - B1: Day 6
Where: The Carnival and sometimes on top of the Heart of Stone.
What: Now that the Prince is dead and gone, there's a lot left to sort out. As the remaining servants are liberated and those captured by the Prince are tended to, it's time for recovery and goodbyes.
Warnings: Nothing in particular.

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At long last, it is over. The Prince is dead, and all of his stolen Names have been restored - all that's left to do is treat the wounds and move on. For the first day or two, the Ringmaster will be arranging passage for the servants that are left, all of which have remembered their names for the first time in years. The earth elemental that had been trapped and forced to serve as the Prince's manor, the Heart of Stone, is happy to help for the moment. It appreciates the Ringmaster's mercy, and is free after untold eons of imprisonment.

Yet, there are plenty of aspects that are far from simple. There are still servants left mad and transformed into beasts, with no easy way to change them back. The Prince's spells outlive him, and those bearing his poison and his curses will have a difficult road ahead of them. Though most of the bestial servants have been rounded up, and a large number that had been reduced to unmoving statues returned, even the Ringmaster can't return them to normal so simply.

The next week is for rest and for settling remaining affairs. If you want to bid farewell to any particular NPCs, or assure care is given where it's needed, now is the time to do it.

► A CURE: The Ringmaster will tell everyone simply - there is no simple way to undo another fae's magic. The Prince's powers were essentially on par with hers, which means that those who have been transformed to stone and those that were cursed into beasts and driven insane are not something she can trivially fix. It will take the work of the carnival and a couple weeks of treatment to shed the curse of stone, and the maddened servants are an entirely separate matter. She will do what she can, but for the most part she is arranging for the Prince's servants to be cared for elsewhere. At least for now, the Ringmaster will be animating the stone portions of people's bodies with magic, though those portions will still be a bit clumsy and numb feeling.

► THE NEW HEARTSTONE: In the absence of the prince, the Heart of Stone will be taking over the remains of the Prince's realm and preventing it from collapsing into void. As it turns out, the manor had been an earth elemental all along - a form of Wyld Fae almost on par to the Prince and Ringmaster themselves. How the Heart of Stone was enslaved is a long story presumably, but the Ringmaster considers it to be a sign of the Prince's own depravity. The Heart will be allowing visitors for the first couple days of this period through the portal, but keep in mind you are essentially just walking around on its body. At least the realm has a floor, now, instead an endless abyss surrounding it.

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"Oh, come on." Lambert groans. That was the same trick she'd pulled off in the Manor, he realizes now -- between the enchantment and the sheer violence that followed, he never did get a clear picture of what was happening there. His hand drops to the bedside beside him and he exhales loudly.

"I wasn't going to do anything stupid with it."

He was absolutely going to do something stupid with it. Peridot, tragically, knows better than that.

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Does she know better? Or did she just feel like being a petty bitch? Who can say.

"I don't care," she says flatly, and marches over closer to his bedside. It might not have been immediately apparent, but it turns out she has something grasped in that prehensile tail of hers. Something kind of long? And unwieldy? She passes the bundle from her tail to her hands, and then hovers it over until it's easily within Lambert's reach, even from his hospital bed; the darn thing's much too heavy for her to heft up casually with her arms, but with metal powers? Not a problem.

"I figured you might want this returned, in the event that you ever did make it back to the carnival in one piece," she adds unnecessarily, and yup, wow, there's some scowling action going on here. Someone's still real grumpy.

Why not both?

Lambert's about to say more, but his attention's distracted from being a little shit by Peridot uncurling her tail and shoving a bundle right at him. It takes a few moments for him to even reach out for it, expression clearly quizzical as he tries to puzzle out what this could even be. It's a little heavy even for him right now, tired as his arms are from essentially being bricked into a wall, so he rests it on his lap while he tugs off part of the cloth and he breaks out into a grin (sorry Peridot, your scowling isn't going to get him down now of all times) at the sight of the familiar hilt.

"My sword!" He grabs the handle and yanks it out of the cloth -- definitely too heavy for him to lift right now, so it just sort of awkwardly lays in his lap while he turns it over admiringly. "I thought I'd seen the last of this..." Buried somewhere under rock and rubble, or burned up in a giant hell-demon's foot; Lambert's track record with his swords and fae battles has not been a stellar one.

Okay, in spite of her desire to keep on maintaining the appearance of being REAL ANGRY WITH HIM? Peridot can't help but feel some warm fuzzies upon seeing how happy this makes him. Maybe she was useful for something during that fight after all.

"I thought I had, too," she snorts, hoisting herself up on the empty bed opposite his. "I kind of lost track of it temporarily when Sans morphed into a giant skeleton dog and destroyed the balcony."

She says this in the casual manner in which someone might discuss a boring conversation they had with their postman that morning. Giant skeleton dogs. JUST ANOTHER TUESDAY AT THE CARNIVAL.

Yeah, in the light of everything else they've seen, that's really sort of par for the course, isn't it? Lambert's still grinning when he looks up, though that fades a little after the initial rush wears off, at the reminder of exactly what circumstances he left her in last (not counting ... well, even for a witcher, the visceral memory of dying is something his mind shies away from instinctively right now).

"There was a lot going on," Lambert says, finally, a little hoarsely. Understatement of the century? Probably. But it's not inaccurate, either. "Can't expect anyone to be on top of it all."

"Mmmm. I suppose not," Peridot concedes, without much conviction, because she's a workaholic who holds herself to an impossibly high standard sometimes and she still has a lot of baggage to sort in regards to the night of the ball.

Her arms are folded loosely at her chest, and she stares at Lambert only a moment longer before glancing away with a sigh.

"I'm... Really glad you're back. And still in one piece," she admits. "But, also: You should know that you are undoubtedly the most monumentally, astoundingly, impressively GIGANTIC clod I have EVER met across the many, NUMEROUS CENTURIES that I have been alive for."

"That sounds like an achievement, when you put it like that," Lambert points out, because of course he would. He is, after all, a gigantic clod, though he'll settle back into his pillows, lying back on the bed a bit more. If he's going to be yelled at anyway, no sense in not getting comfortable, and anyway, Peridot would probably be happier if he didn't directly acknowledge that moment of pure sentimentality (don't try to tell him it was anything else).

Still, he's pretty certain he doesn't need to prompt Peridot to elucidate any further -- she can probably do that all on her own. He waits, a small smirk still curling his lip, for her to explain how exactly he makes the cut.

Dear god, that smirk gets her riled. She hunches her shoulders, her ears swiveling downward in anger. "Oh! Well. When YOU put it like THAT, I guess it is an achievement!" Peridot announces with poorly concealed sarcasm. "An achievement in STUPIDITY!"

Surely he saw that one coming.

"Childermass said he asked you to create some kind of distraction, and that was seriously the best you could come up with!? If you were going to get yourself captured by the enemy, a heads up or something would have been nice!"

"Childermass told you that?" Lambert asks, quizzical -- because he is. Not that it isn't a huge secret or anything, but because he hadn't even really thought Childermass and Peridot ever spoke ... but now that he thinks about it, it's probable it was part of whatever he reported to the other supervisors. He makes a face, in any case, remembering that evening in retrospect all too well.

"I couldn't shake off the enchantment," he offers by way of explanation. Probably, he doesn't need to go into any great detail on that; Peridot, who was there the same of the rest of them, can probably appreciate just how hard it was to get a clear head, instead of just ... going back to dancing, feasting, ignoring everything.

"And I didn't know where you were." They danced, and then he lost track of her -- and almost everything else -- after that.

The frustrating part of his explanation is that it actually makes logical sense. Which she hates. It makes her feel like she has no good reason for being angry with him. Like, she can't just stop being angry at him, but staying angry means that her feelings are illogical, which in turn just makes her angrier.

"Yeah, Childermass told me," she repeats, still looking sour. Her tail flops and thumps back and forth on the mattress, like an agitated cat's. "The Ringmaster lost two more of her supervisors in the course of one night, did you think we wouldn't consult with one another after that? After we lost the Nightrider? I-- We were all worried sick about you!"

It sounds sensible in retrospect, but it's really mostly dumb luck. A lot of things could have gone wrong with that plan, and from a purely objective perspective, they most certainly did. A situation where the supervisor tasked with rescuing people ends up needing the rescue himself is pretty dire no matter how you slice it. Peridot's own obvious anger would normally rouse him to a fight, make him want to snipe back just to see her get riled up further, but right now he just doesn't have the energy for it.

He genuinely doesn't know what to say to the assertion that everyone was worried about him, though, staring at her blankly. The first instinctive response is a flat denial -- that objectively can't be true, and the idea that anyone gives that much of a shit about him is sort of laughable, unless you're Strange or Steven, who care too much about everything -- but even addled as he is, he knows that's probably not going to help his case. There's a disconcerting familiarity to the way Peridot's holding herself, speaking with an agitation that makes Lambert instinctively want to reach out and calm her down.

Portland's Lambert would have known the right thing to do that, probably, or at least known what to say to take her mind off her worries. This Lambert, though, the real one, is woefully underequipped for handling emotion directed at him, and settles on a confused scowl, glancing away. His ears droop a little, still too sensitive and responsive to his mood for him to hide. Shame isn't a common emotion for Lambert to feel, and it's annoying when it does. It makes him feel like he's done something wrong -- but he was just doing the best he could with the information he had at the time, right?

"It's not like I was planning on getting stuck," he grumbles. He also has the sense not to mention 'I was kind of expecting the Prince to possibly kill me, so I didn't think worrying about me would be much of a problem. "But being the Nightrider was never supposed to be safe."

"He said something to the same effect," Peridot says, referring to Childermass again, leveling a thoughtful glance at Lambert. That conversation between Engineer and the Acquisitioner is rather unpleasant to look back upon; she had let herself get so emotional...

Kind of like she's doing right now. Ugh.

Her gaze narrows into a suspicious stare. "If you weren't 'planning' on 'getting stuck', I do have to wonder what exactly you expected to happen, because that seems like the only possible outcome, by my calculations," Peridot muses. And yeah, she's actually giving some serious thought to trying to figure out what Lambert's plan actually was. "Unless... You intended to be captured, in order to infiltrate the Prince's work force...?" She looks up at him expectantly.

Lambert makes the mistake of looking back at her while she says that. It's the hopeful look Peridot gives him, more than anything, that throws Lambert off. Of course, that's not going to change his answer, which is still probably exactly as idiotic as Peridot already accused him of being.

"The Ringmaster said she could only match the Prince if she had the right resources," Lambert shrugs. So, it was a gamble. Counting on the Blue Rose being enough of the 'right resource,' as it had certainly seemed at the time Childermass had told him about it.

"Obviously, that didn't work out. Still probably better than--" he coughs, voice going a bit hoarse from all the talking he's been doing. "--marrying that guy."

Peridot winces when he starts coughing; she can't help but feel a little guilty for the lingering damage from the hunt, even though she'd gone in with every intention of ending things as quickly as possible.

But, ah. Yes. "That's right... the Prince had wanted to 'marry' the Ringmaster," she repeats thoughtfully. That's a human concept that the gem still can't really wrap her head around properly. She understands love, and the desire to be with a specific person, but apparently 'marriage' isn't always about love...?

Such a vexing concept is enough to at least temporarily distract her from her continued interrogation of Lambert and his motivations. "I got married once," Peridot says in an offhanded way. "I still don't get what the big deal is, to be honest with you."

That announcement is met with a bit of a blank stare for a moment. Had he the energy, Lambert would no doubt be investing it into some seriously merciless mocking right now, but as it is, all he can do is croak a weak laugh and settle back on his pillow.

"Now this I gotta hear about." And he looks at her, expectantly. Give him a chance to rest his throat for at least a good few minutes, his expectations of this story are high!

Don't get your expectations too high, buddy. The story is more or less just 'gems are idiots who don't understand human customs.' Or to go more in-depth...

"It really wasn't that exciting, like I said," Peridot snorts. "Far more interesting things happened that day. Actually..." She lifts a clawed hand to her chin, tapping thoughtfully. "That was the same day that Pumpkin came into our lives, come to think of it. She had just jumped into Lapis's arms in sheer terror, after Steven murdered and gutted one of her vegetable kin in front of her... That's when Steven's 'uncle' showed up in this super archaic Earth aircraft, and he started shouting at the three of us."

Buckle up Lambert, you're in for a ride.

Right, Pumpkin the gourd dog that apparently Steven brought to life. Peridot's story is missing some important context, like what Steven was doing animating produce in the first place, but Lambert just wants to listen to Peridot talk, so he'll just wave for her to go on with the story, a bit impatiently.

"What does this have to do with getting married??"

"I'm getting to that part," she huffs at him, a little indignant. "Haven't you ever heard of setting the narrative?" SHEESH.

"Anyway. As I was saying... Steven's uncle shows up. Except that we didn't know it was his uncle at the time, so we just thought he was just some crazy human swooping in to shout at us about how we'd ruined 'his barn' by turning it into an awesome gem cave for me and Lapis to live in. We only found out that he was related to Steven after Greg arrived and identified him as 'Cousin Andy'-- of course, at that point we had already assaulted him with an impressive water/attack drone combo..."

She is just straight up prattling this all off like a teenage girl passing on some juicy gossip, making sure to get in all the most useless details, because it makes her feel extra smart and knowledgeable to include them. And she's not even close to done yet.

"...Anyway, it turned out that Greg hadn't seen this Andy in quite some time? And then all this weird drama started happening about human familial relations that I still to this day don't really understand, even after-- uh--" Erk. Almost mentioning Portland makes her stammer awkwardly for half a moment. EMERGENCY COURSE CHANGE. She coughs awkwardly, and continues: "B-Basically 'Andy' got upset about a whole number of things, including the fact that Greg had gone and spawned offspring with an 'illegal alien' without getting married first? So at that point, us gems, we're all getting real annoyed with listening to this clod saying this stuff that was upsetting Steven... But my friend Garnet is like, 'no, we can't attack Andy. It's important for Steven to know his human family. We have to make friends with him.' So that's when we decided to hatch an INGENIOUS PLOT that would make EVERYTHING RIGHT!"

Lambert thinks he can guess exactly what this ingenious plot is, but for once, he's not going to ruin things by stealing Peridot's thunder. Instead of spoiling the retelling for her, her grins.

"Go on," he prompts, indulgently. "What did you come up with?"

She is absolutely soaking up that indulgence like an awful little praise sponge. If only her audiences for these stories were always this good!

"The only logical solution available, given our understanding of the situation: We decided that if he was upset about the absence of marriage, the best thing to do would be for ALL of us to marry each other, to make up for the deficit!" Peridot says proudly. "So we did! And we threw in a bunch of other human ceremonies in to sweeten the deal!" She starts to tick them off on her claws: "Birthdays, funerals..."

Pause.

"Well. Mostly just those three things, but, you get the idea. We even brought him the most massive, glorious cake that we could afford on such short notice!"

That answer is even more ridiculous than Lambert was expecting. Before he can stop himself, he laughs -- and regrets it instantly after, for how it tears at his aching throat, but it's still worth it -- and tips his head back against his pillows, sharp teeth bared as he cackles at Peridot's expense and the gems.

"And?" he gasps, when he gets his breath back, grinning at the gem. "Did it work?"

"Actually, he reacted pretty much exactly as you did just now," Peridot snorts. "But it did get him to calm down and concede to participating in a traditional human family dinner, so, in a way, you could say it was actually a total success!"

Yeah, she knows better now, that it was a dumb plan from the get-go. But they did their best at the time!

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