lostcarnival | OPEN MINGLE: Search for the Cure

Who: Anyone involved in the cure development effort! Or poisoned people, last-minute volunteers (and voluntolds), nosy people, whoever!
When: D5 onward. Efforts will continue through part of the moon visit.
Where: Medical tent, the laboratory in the Supervisor Grove, the Big Top, and more!
What: Working together to develop an antidote! This is an open mingle log, so feel free to make your own toplevel and tag around! Most of the actual work doesn't need to be played out on-screen, but this is a chance for participating characters to meet, chat, or interact while working!
Warnings: Potential for medical squicky stuff, testing on (undead) animals

After a public call to action over the radios, several people have volunteered their skills and resources for the cause of curing workers afflicted with the Prince's poison.

Over the next several days, they meet at various locations to collaborate on a cure. In the medical tent, affected characters and their symptoms are examined through medical, magical, and spiritual means. A file on a desk there is also used to consolidate information, and volunteers may go there to report their findings or to look over reports of what others have learned.

Lambert has volunteered use of the laboratory he and Sans share in a spare trailer in the Supervisor Grove, so that individuals with knowledge of chemistry, herbs, or potion-making may attempt to concoct helpful solutions. From D7 onward, he’ll move the equipment to his cabin on the moon, where work can continue through the visit.

A portion of the big top has also been roped off and may be used as a working space. Trying out some weird spell or ritual? That might be a good place for it, away from the delicate lab equipment and sick people.

Of course, those are only the main bases, and people may take their work to wherever they find suits them best.

When enough progress has been made, there will be a need for practical testing. Foster has made use of his necromancy to procure them some undead rats (ranging from normal-sized to weirdly gigantic) to test on. For later-stage tests, some brave volunteers may be needed.

For reference, the characters in leadership roles are:

Oversight: Peridot (+ Mari, Herbert)
Magic: Strange, Rita
Medical/Chemistry: Herbert
Herbs/Potions: Lambert
Spiritual: Ginko
Anyone is welcome to join the effort at any point. Completed cures will be administered at a later time, during the vacation on the moon.

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She looks him up and down once more (there's honestly so much going on that it's hard not to stare), and flatly replies "...No. But for the record, even eggbears don't look this weird."

Rita wasn't insulting his appearance. But now that he brings it up... yes, she'll insult his appearance.

"....You will have to forgive me for the question, then....it seemed curiously coincidental, to be posed such a question, when my bear-limbs came from reviving through one of the Ringmaster's eggs...." ~Eggbears~

At least he won't rile up any further. "Regardless, in the event that the proper creature is not here, could a substitute be possible?"

A substitute? "Hmm... perhaps. It would have to be from a bear-like beast, with some kind of magic properties..." Rita begins, waving a hand as she speaks hypothetically... but she slowly starts to trail off as her gaze falls to the limbs in question.

What did he just say? About bear-limbs?

Gongenzaka is already following that train of thought, and raising a brow.

"..........Would being regrown through magic itself, perhaps be close enough?" he asks, holding a forepaw forward.

Rita's eyes are wide as she reaches for that paw, holding it and leaning in for a closer look.

"Revival magic is especially potent stuff..." she murmurs, examining it. He's no eggbear, but there are enough physical similarities, as well as adequate magical qualities...

"It's worth a try," she says decisively.

"Hmm! Indeed," Gongenzaka agrees, "At the very least, I, the man Gongenzaka, doubt that the attempt could make things any worse..." Now then. Erm.

"...You stated that you require...a claw?" A whole claw or a claw trimming, because those are...very different matters, or at least different enough that he'd like some cotton to dab at any bleeding bits.

Rita nods, but offers clarification. "I'll be making a powder from it, so clippings will suffice." Any close encounter with a real eggbear would normally result in killing or being killed, so it'd be simplest just to bring a whole claw. This situation's a little different.

"Then in that case, what we need now, is...a set of trimmers, or some other blade..." Fortunately for both of them, this whole chaotic mess hasn't really given him time to do more than just keep them clean.

Also fortunate is that he's been keeping them clean. Claws can get some nasty stuff in them. "Unfortunately, my left one has been petrified...but at the least, there will be trimmings from my right!"

"Can't say I keep suitably-sized trimmers handy. A blade, though..." There are a few options for that. But rather than sending the big guy to look for them, she'll go retrieve one herself. "Give me a second."

She starts searching drawers. If the other trailers came with a kitchenette equipped with the basics, then this one should have a few knives. She pulls out a sharp-looking one and holds it out to show. "Think you can use this?" It might be better if he cuts them himself.

"Hmn! Fortunately for us both, it was not my dominant arm which was eaten," he breathes, looking over the knife. "...This should do well enough, however....though it would be best to have a dish to collect the trimmings as I go," he warns. "It could be easy to lose them as they fall otherwise...." One would think it easy to keep large claw trimmings together but honestly, it's really not. He speaks from experience.

Eaten? Did he just say that?

Rita's definitely giving him a weird look. The look continues even after she locates a metal basin and passes it to him along with the knife.

Yeah, no, she can't let that go without asking. "Your arm was eaten? What the hell happened?"

"......Zangetsu allowed himself to go loose during the initial Hunt."

....So. A Carnival member ate his arm....while he wasn't a big rampaging animal.

Okay.

"All things considered, he restrained himself quite well! I, the man Gongenzaka, am surprised he did not attempt more than this at the time! As it is, he has...not been taking his actions well." He tore off his own arm. So that happened.

He takes the bin, moving toward a small table or similar so he can set it down and rest his paw above it, before carefully getting to work with the knife. He wasn't kidding about being 'steady', at least, so this probably won't end in horror.

Rita folds her arms and leans against the trailer wall while she waits for him to trim off some ingredients for her.

"One of our people did that?" That's really messed up. "Uh, shouldn't you be more bothered by that, or something?"

Hmnn. He is silent just for a moment-just while he handles the 'thumb' claw of his, really, but-

"....Indeed... ...If they had been in a clear state, perhaps I would have. ....But I, the man Gongenzaka, have been in a similar state of mind before; and yet while more in control than he, caused far greater damage," he admits, his ears folding back.

"Zangetsu certainly lacks the excuse of 'vampirism' that was present for myself at that time, but he has, himself, an 'excuse' all the same. More than that however... ...He has shown his remorse in perhaps a way even the Ringmaster cannot argue..!" he coughs, looking distinctly uncomfortable as he says that.

He continues trimming, not yet clarifying what that even means.

Oookay. So this guy also violently lost control of himself at some point. Sounds like Rita needs to be more careful around her coworkers. Lots of crazies in this group.

"Showed his remorse how?" she reluctantly asks. Rita's not sure she wants to know, but her curiosity gets the best of her.

Rita, don't ignore the word vampirism-! He's not a vampire now...

Regardless. Gongenzaka grimaces. "..................he...tore off his arm. ....Zangetsu is able to regenerate, so...he's decided not to grow it back until I, the man Gongenzaka, have replaced mine."

Clip- Half way through the claws now.

"Wh... what!?" Rita's voice cracks as she shouts in surprise.

"What the hell is wrong with him!? Or any of you, for that matter!?" Yep, she's lumping Gongenzaka in there again. "That's just..." But raising her voice seems to have hurt her throat, and as her voice grows hoarse, Rita stops to swallow and rub at her bruised neck with her fingers.

He was, for a moment, about to commiserate-it was. Quite the sight after all, seeing someone tear off their limb and watch it turn to literal ashes in seconds. It was very much 'a sight'.

Instead however he pauses in his work, straightening and looking down to Rita with a leveled frown. "And what is meant by that, then..?! 'Any of us'? Who is 'Us' for that matter, with whatever standard you now refer to with regard to unwilling acts?"

OPEN MINGLE: Search for the Cure

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i can't believe they're gonna drink his toenails....

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'i'll show you im sorry gon -rips off own arm-' 'uh' - Basically What Happened???

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