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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No she CERTAINLY CANNOT. In fact she can't do much more than continue to stare and scratch her head in confusion.

"So... Napoleon is like a Diamond... And you and your British were part of a resistance movement against the spread of his greedy, bossy tyranny?"

"Not entirely? It was more equal factions than a scrappy underdog sort of situation. We helped out the resistance movement, but England is powerful enough that we were seen as equals to the French—better than them, as a matter of fact, since we won the war."

Don't mind that brief bit of nationalism there. Though as to her other point, there's a pause, and a frown. Because he guesses Napoleon was a Diamond, in the sense that he was a military leader, commanded a lot of people, and was probably bossy. (Strange never met the man, but he's got a feeling all men in command are somewhat bossy.)

"I suppose that would make Wellington a Diamond also, though not one of the short-sighted, bossy, erm, 'clods' that your Diamonds seem to be, but a good Diamond." Although if that's the case, then that means...Strange brightens up a little. "Then that means I worked directly under a Diamond!"

Aw yeah, look at him seeming important, good job figuring that out, Strange's ego!

Peridot doesn't seem so sure about that conclusion. She tilts her head, looking thoughtful.

"Meh... I don't know. Did this Wellington have supreme command over the entirety of Eng-Land? Or was he just at the head of the military? Because if it was the latter, it's probably more accurate to say that you worked directly under a commander class gem. Something like a hessonite, or maybe an emerald. Which still isn't a bad place to be, of course! Very upper crust..."

Strange still looks unbearably smug for his own good. "Alas, Wellington was only head of the military. However, I am the king's magician and have performed magic on behalf of the King of England before."

Which is a lot more impressive than it sounds. George III was pretty definitively bonkers at this point of history so Strange has performed magic on behalf of the King of England as directed by the king's inner circle. Still counts!

"...Yeah alright, that's more comparable to working for a Diamond," she concedes. "I'm not really sure what gem type that would make you equivalent of, though. Depends on what sort of magic you were doing."

He worked for a Diamond! Take that gem society, Lapis probably never worked for a Diamond, look at how cool and how amazing he is. It's probably getting a bit annoying how smug he looks at this analogy. Thankfully, there's a different question to distract him.

"With the King, it was mostly attempts at restorative magic. However, that's not my specialty to begin with and magic cannot cure madness." But, still counts! At least, in Strange's ego it still counts.

Peridot snorts and shrugs her shoulders lightly. "Well now I really can't say for sure. Gems never work outside of their 'specialty', it would be considered an insult to the Diamond you were made to serve."

"I suppose that's a difference between us. At least with magicians, flexibility is important."

After all, Wellington had Strange doing all sorts of stuff as he ran around the peninsula literally and metaphorically putting out fires.

"Mmmm. I used to disagree with the notion, back before I came to Earth," Peridot admits. "But now I feel like you humans have the right idea with that, with being 'flexible'. I don't think I could ever go back to doing just kindergartening and repair work... I'd get bored."

"So what do you plan to do when you return home?" Strange can't help but ask. He knows that Peridot isn't part of Homeworld any more, that's obvious from their conversations, but he's getting the impression that she still does kindergartening (whatever that is) and repair work. Which, of course, makes Captain Nosy wonder just what she might take up instead.

She frowns thoughtfully, and then shrugs. "Probably just go back to farming and making meep-morps with Lapis, to start with. But I'm not in any rush to go back, to be honest. Lapis is, because she's in debt and she feels trapped here, but I willingly signed on for my second contract."

Strange pauses. He gives Peridot a blank look and a small frown before he tentatively asks,

"And what precisely is a meep-morp?"

Is this a gem thing? It's probably a gem thing. Why are there all these gem terms and gem things that he doesn't know about!? Witchers don't have all these ridiculous terms! Neither do magicians!

"You humans would refer to the concept as 'art'," Peridot attempts to clarify, looking unimpressed by the very notion of using the word. "Which is a much less interesting and all around less good word for it, if you ask me."

"We refer to the overall concept as art, but there's different styles and techniques within it," Strange explains, with a little shrug. "I suppose that's where the better words come in."

"Meep morps are whatever you want them to be," Peridot says stubbornly. "We have a few installations up in our trailer. I could show them to you some time, if you want."

They're basically all abstract sculptures made out of junk you might find in someone's old shed, like anatomy dummies bursting out of globes and stacks of carefully arranged unspooled cassette tapes. Kind of an acquired taste.

"I'd like to see them," Strange responds, with a little nod. Because he has absolutely no idea what Peridot's conception of 'art' is and, to be honest, is a bit curious to see what meep morps she decides to create.

Granted, when he sees them, Strange is gonna have to find a nice way to point out that they're junky as all hell, but that battle will be fought when it comes to it. Though, come to think of it...

"You share a trailer with Lapis, don't you?" Lapis who might still want to murder him because surprise, Strange hasn't actually apologized to Lapis for being a dick.

"Yeah, she stays in the supervisor's grove with me," Peridot confirms, a fond smile quirking the corners of her lips. "Me, her, and our pumpkin."

The engineer pauses, and then shuffles from foot to foot, looking strangely guilty. "I feel bad that she's stuck here and all, but... I like having her around. It's like being back at our barn together, kind of."

Oh! Pumpkin! Strange likes Pumpkin and brightens up at the thought of her. Strange also isn't aware of Pumpkin's literal pumpkin status so that will be a fun conversation eventually.

At Peridot's statement, Strange nods. He's got a similar thought as well.

"I know the feeling," he admits. "Arabella would hate it here but I still find myself wishing she was here with me."

"They just don't understand that it's really not that bad here most of the time," Peridot insists. "The vampires, the fae politics... stuff like that doesn't usually happen."

Strange can't help but smile, a wry little smile as he looks over to Peridot. "Just the act of signing up with a faerie would worry Arabella. We had some...trying experiences with the fae in our world."

Putting it mildly. Trying experiences is a nice way of describing madness, kidnapping, and faking one's death.

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⇨ THE PRINCE IS DEAD

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And then two weeks passed before I got looked at my gd inbox properly

thanks for that december

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