lostcarnival | ⇨ THE LUNAR SOLSTICE

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⇨ THE LUNAR SOLSTICE

Who: Everyone!
When: Winter Breaks: Day 6 - Day 25
Where: THE MOON
What: The carnival journeys to one of its moons to celebrate the Lunar Solstice. More information here.
Warnings: Winter fun.

MOON WALKING↴

The journey to the moon only takes a blink of an eye, but it leaves the carnival far away beneath you. The second moon can be seen on the peripheral, massive compared to its usual view. At least when the holidays start out, there will be no notable wildlife on the moon, though this is something you can talk to the Ringmaster about if you think it needs a change. It sounds like this is the first time she's used it in quite a while - it probably needs some dusting off!

Claim your cabins, and proceed to... well, do whatever you want! There is no rush and little obligation, besides to enjoy yourself. For real, this time. She promises there will be no vampires. Or, at least, none that don't already work for the carnival.

► CABINS: Living arrangements are character choice for this event, and there are a variety of cabins of various sizes, mostly built to house 2-6 people, though you can fit more in if you squish. They are all made of wood and of a rustic design - no fancy modern furniture, here! Each building is housed with a fireplace and the needed amenities. You can pick up materials to cook with the private kitchens if you like. Theoretically, you could spend the whole holiday sequestered away, watching the snow fall. Some of them also have outdoor hot tubs available!

► ACTIVITIES: Activities are mostly going to be character driven, though there will be some large group games like bingo and maybe a poker tournament happening at some point in one of the festival halls. Otherwise, there is a lot to offer: skiing, snowboarding, hiking, ice sculpting, snowball fights - it goes on! If you'd like to run a winter activity, just let the mods know, and we will get the word out there for you.

► FEASTING: Every day isn't a full-out feast because that would get a bit unhealthy, but there will be a number of specific feast events over the holidays where everyone is encouraged to let out their inner hedonist and stuff themselves. There will be one big feast per week, with smaller but also delicious meals offered in between. The feast dates will be B12, B18, and B24. There's also plenty of alcohol available for anyone who wants it.

► SHOPPING: As mentioned in the planning post, there is a massive market being run by the World Walker Caravan! The Ringmaster has given everyone 1250 credits to spend on items, but there is a caveat - must spend at least 500 of those credits on gifts for other people. And it better be a good one, if you only buy one! (She will ask that you do not buy her presents, however. She appreciates the sentiment, but it seems sort of silly buying her things with her own money! If you'd like to gift her, please have it be something more personal or handmade, but you are not obligated to get her anything at all.)

► TREATMENTS: The beginning of the holidays will also be about the time that the emergency Medical Team will have finalized their treatments for the Prince's poisoning. Watch out for further information on that - and make sure to get treated if you are suffering from petrification or poison induced illness! The holidays will be a lot more fun that way.

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The way painting things stretches out the gift-giving funds enough that he expects to get something for all his friends, was a big part of getting them the first day. But the way it gives him something to do, while hanging out with the still-sick Sans, was at least part of the decision to do things like this.

Papyrus trods his way through the snow, occasionally making faces at how it squelches between bare toes, and peers over the rim of the hot tub.

"Wowie! That's straight out of a comic book." The bubbling green vat is not super confidence-inspiring, but it's just Papyrus right now, so he settles for saying, "maybe you'll get extra superpowers. Like melty, shapeshifting powers! Wait, you already have that... What happens if I touch it?? I want superpowers..."

Extra arms...? [Isn't the phrase for people coming by to help, 'extra hands', or 'lending a hand'? Maybe the saying's changed since the first time Flowey was alive.]

Well, it looks like a car! Not a convertible, but, I think, most cars have tops. So that's fine!! It adds to the authenticity!

[Papyrus finds himself laying the enthusiasm on a little thicker than usual, because... this was done as a gift! And everything he's saying is true!! There's other, less kind but equally true things he could say... but his flowery friend doesn't seem very happy, and outright says he wants to see Papyrus happy. A big display of emotion can be the first of his gifts in turn!]

And now that you've put in such a solid base... we can revise it together! Along with the rest of the place.

Item Purchased: (Non Unique) Polaroid Camera x 1 Purchased
Gift?: Yes
Total Item Cost: 135 (150 with 10% discount)
Credits Spent: 9S (135)
Additional Notes: Getting it in pale yellow. For Rita.

Item Purchased: Video Camera x 1 Purchased
Gift?: Yes
Total Item Cost: 67 (75 with 10% discount)
Credits Spent: 9S (67)
Additional Notes: For Rita.

Item Purchased: Infinity Pen x 1 Purchased
Gift?: Yes
Total Item Cost: 22 (25 with 10% discount)
Credits Spent: 9S (22)
Additional Notes: For Rita.

Item Purchased: Rainbow Matches x 1 Purchased
Gift?: Yes
Total Item Cost: 22 (25 with 10% discount)
Credits Spent: 9S (22)
Additional Notes: For Strange.

Item Purchased: Faerie Weed x 3 Purchased
Gift?: Yes
Total Item Cost: 270 (3x 100 with 10% discount)
Credits Spent: 9S (270)
Additional Notes: For Cole, Lambert, and Syr.

Total Credits remaining: 734 (1250 - 516 spent)

[ Oh thank god, now someone with actual talent can paint over the damn thi--

What is this he feels...? It's overwhelming. Something that would've taken several resets to even attempt, and not a single one that would have ever worked. Papyrus has been changed by this circus, no doubt, with what he just told him. The feeling is familiar and not, because Flowey only had a makeshift prop of the original before.

He's amazed that Papyrus has come so far.

He's amazed that he could let himself become this way.

He's so proud Papyrus verbally acknowledged his paint job is shit, despite the fact that Flowey is his friend. ]

Yeah! I already put down the base layer, so it's up to someone else to make it look like a real convertible.

[ He seems perfectly content. Yup, yup. ]

On one hand there's a cure for this terrible poison! On the other hand, it's an alcoholic drink. Hinawa vastly disapproves of giving alcohol to children ~~and manchildren~~, but she'll relent if it helps them.

Just in case, though, she brings baskets upon baskets of piping hot pastries for everyone to eat to take the edge off. Some are sweet, full of berries and preserves, while others are stuffed with meat. And of course, they're perfectly flaky and buttery.

"Here, eat, eat!" She insists. "It'll work better on a full stomach!"

Unfortunately for her physical wellbeing, nothing seems amiss to Papyrus on this first glance. He doesn't feel the cold, and can very easily go about in the snow in shorts and a tanktop if he chooses. Just the inclusion of a sweater looks like winter preparedness to him.

That may change, if her extremities start changing colors.

"All sorts of clothes, and sweaters surely among them!" He didn't actually, personally, see any sweaters in there... but with such a variety of fabrics and tailoring, how could they not? "The really, truly fancy clothing costs a few hundred credits... so this shouldn't break the bank or anything."

SHE IS ~~RUSSIAN~~ UKRAINIAN, SHE CAN TAKE IT-

But really, someone should make her buy pants later. For now, they're getting flower sweaters though. Actually right now, she's nodding in agreement. "Umn! And there were lots of t-shirts for really really cheap, so...We should definitely have enough if we share, right?" Ah, but....

"When do we give it to him though, once we have it?"

[Winter Wonders | Ice Skating]

[As it turns out there is a frozen lake. Yuya's never been ice skating before, so of course when he sees the opportunity he makes a beeline right for it. He ties up the ice skates, carefully shuffling to the ice, and sliding his way onto it... too hard, and he goes sailing forward, arms flailing as he tries to maintain balance as he rolls across the ice.

Or, if you happen to come by a little later, he seems to have the hang of it and it enthusiastically waving at anyone who walks by. Look, he's got it and it's fun!]

[Gift Giving | Shopping]

[Budgeting is hard. It's especially hard for a fourteen year old who hasn't had any reason to care about managing finances until now.

So he's standing between a couple stalls, some bags over one of his arms as he counts on his fingers, brow furrowed.] If I have this much, and I need... [He grips his hair in one hand.] Aaah--I'm going to run out of money! There's no way this is enough!

[B12 | The Feast (cw: underage drinking)]

[The food is good, but what's really good is the lack of rules and manners at the feast as Yuya piles up plates, rests his elbows on the table, and generally doesn't mind every time he tries to talk with his mouthful. He's never had good table manners, he's never cared, he's here for the good food and not having a stuffy wannabe-prince tell him out how live his life. Early in the evening he's very lively, frequently leaning around chairs to talk to people.

His mood stays bright as it gets later, when he's sitting down and staring down at a glass of eggnog like it's amusing. His face is a little flushed, but he's smiling and when he looks up and sees someone else looking back he offers them a lazy wave. And then takes another large swig of the eggnog. Hm, that's probably not the non-alcoholic.]

[WILDCARD]

[For all other plans, cabin parties, etc.]

Item Purchased: Scouter X 1
Gift?: Yes
Total Item Cost: 90

Item Purchased: Faerie Ale x 2
Gift?: Yes
Total Item Cost: 90

Credits Spent: Syrlya (90)

i. out at the cabin

Childermass, much to the shock of no one, has taken over a smaller cabin near the edge of the little town for himself and his big ol' burny dog. Baker is absolutely given the run of the place, so it's probably going to be covered in arcanine fur in short order, while the snow-covered yard around it will inevitably be destroyed as it gets romped through (also slightly melted).

The man himself won't be joining in on the fun the Pokemon is having, as he's spending an awful lot of his time on the cabin's porch, sitting and smoking his pipe and, more often than not in the evenings, drinking whiskey. Just straight up whiskey, no fancy mixing involved, although he does use a tumbler like a civilized man. Sometimes he's whiling away the time watching Baker wear himself out, other times he's writing in one of his various little notebooks.

If anyone is looking to bother the carnival's Acquistioner without an audience or, the more fun option, play with Baker, this would be their best time. He's there most late afternoons and early evenings. Who knows, maybe this is his way of relaxing, dull as it may seem.

ii. okay but he doesn't actually like spending money on anyone... (aka shopping)

"This might do..."

Childermass doesn't really do 'gifts'. He also doesn't really do 'spending money', barely even on himself unless necessary, but since the Ringmaster is technically footing the bill and telling them to spend so much on presents for other people, well, here he is, frowning and considering various items throughout the market. Sometimes he's perusing fabrics, other times books (okay, let's be real, often times books), and so on. In this case, he's hemming and hawing over one thing in particular, until he spots someone familiar from the carnival passing by—

"You," he beckons, holding out what he has on hand, "Come here. Hold this for a moment."

It's not on fire, honest.

iii. the dark side of the moon (or is it just the carnival side?)

Be up early enough on one or two days and Childermass can be caught sneaking out of the little area that's been set up for their moon-side vacation. Well, less sneaking, since as far as he's concerned, they were never told not to wander, but he isn't like to make a lot of noise anyway. He and his arcanine are heading out of town, a bag strapped carefully to the big dog and Childermass himself dressed up best he can for a longer trip.

Where they're off to isn't clear, but it looks as though he plans to be gone for the rest of the day.

Or if you're someone who's already checking out that side of the moon, it's not too difficult to run into Childermass's little picnic setup on that far side, because that's what he brought in the bag. Books, food, a blanket, and his own walking campfire dispenser (aka Baker).

iv. wildcard

( Or hit Childermass up however you want if none of these fit the bill. )

And one of those random passersby just happens to be Childermass. The snowball flies, the snowball hits his raggedly old top hat (which, let's be real, makes an awesome target for this), the snowball knocks said top hat right off and into the snowbank of the path he and his dog, an arcanine, are strolling down. The big orange dog gives a bark and immediately goes to nose at the hat, but Childermass...

Oh, he slowly turns, slowly turns to stare at Papyrus, and, as it is typically with him, his expression is as unreadable as they come. It could be he found that amusing. Could be he found it annoying.

Could be a lot of things, but he's not letting on beyond raising an eyebrow at the snowball-flinging skeleton, questioning him without actually saying a word out loud.

[Foster knows what booze smells like. Even with a completely average sense of smell, wine, beer, vodka, and so on all have a very distinct... odour.

The thing is, he hates it. He hates drinking, and he hates alcohol.

So he considers Joker's argument for a moment, but--

Well. He seats himself at the edge of the water, long horselike legs hanging in the water, and carefully places his... medicinal orb... in the water.

And offers Joker a wide, unhelpful smile.]

Good luck with that.

"I'm staying too."

Except-- what's with that face? Flowey, what the ever-loving hell is with that face? Is it supposed to be threatening or is it meant to be assertive? He blinks it away before Reira notices, returning to his normal self, looking around the room... definitely needs a flower pot. That, or he can sleep under someone's bed. Flowers are not necessarily in need of comfort.

Christmas? [Uh. What.] Umn.... ....The Ringmaster said it was 'Solstice' didn't she? ...What's Christmas? [She asks, before only then noticing the wrapped things. Fortunately for Flowey, Reira can't sense anything like powers or calming side effects. She senses emotions from living things, and that's it-but as she takes the package offered, she blinks.] It's.........

...For me? [And what does he mean by best for last???]

Yes, what Is that face. Reira merely blinks at it in the hair of a second it's there, and then at Foster, and then shakes her head. "...There's probably another bed still." There better be, at least. "Um.... ....Is there something Flowey can use though?" she adds, sticking to the 'Secret' name. "I don't think he uses a bed..."

...

....... "...Do you?"

-- Er, Gyftmas. Let me explain later, okay? For now, the proof is in the name! And yeah, open it! They're both for you!

[Flowey.] .................Gyft...mas..?

[What. Well, she starts to open it anyway. Big one first, since it was handed over fir-] Oh!

...It's got stripes like my shirt..!!

[SWEATER... She beams.] ....It's really soft too. ...It's softer than the sweater I got before...

Yeah. I figured you'd be cold out here, so you needed a kid's sweater to keep you warm. That was pretty obvious.

[ Trying to remain snooty to keep away the good feelings of her liking her present. ]

Anyway, this one-- it's just a trinket.

[ He passes the locket wrapped in thin paper her way. She might be able to feel calm through it, but much stronger once she's opened it. ]

Y'know.

[Too bad Flowey. She is smiling, and pulling this sweater on right now.] ......................it's really warm.... [She decides, holding her face with the sleeves.] ....'n soft....

[Yes well, anyway, she apparently has another thing to open up. Carefully, she takes the package in her hand, blinking at it. Something does feel....odd, but-

The paper is opened, and her eyes briefly widen as they fall upon the locket. It is when she touches the metal however-when she holds it carefully to try and look at it more clearly-that something changes. The metal vibrates just slightly, and music begins to play, and............]

................it's.............. ....it's making a feeling... [How does she explain that? How does she take that, or...or anything? It's happening, that's all there is to it, and....]

...........it's even making a song... [It's a very nice song, for that matter.]

[ Yeah okay, kinship, saudade, and affirmation work together to make a bittersweet feeling. ]

That's my family crest. That way if I ever leave here, you'll have something that was a part of the real me. I had... the metalworkers make it just right. Hahaha, you wouldn't believe the haggling I had to do...! A musical metal to start with, then a soothing enchantment that never wears off...

Because...

You can't learn and control them all yet, either.

Neither can I. But I can learn. I've been learning. You've helped a lot... so fair's fair. You should get one of the best feelings someone should have.

Edited 2017-11-25 01:19 (UTC)

"Eh," he says, lifting one of his legs out and then dumping it back in. "Pretty sure all it'd do is make you smell powerfully, which is a whole different thing."

He grins, and then opens the vial.

"Anyway, bottoms up," he says, and pours the mixture down his throat. All seven eyes go wide and then blink - damn, that has a kick. His voice is a little bit wavy as he adds: "Aaand now... bottoms down."

He slips into the water up to his shoulders, bringing his tail in with him.

You.... [...............This is different from the 'bone'. Papyrus could make those easy. He made the one he gave her 'special', of course, but it was still something that could come as second nature, she was certain. This was different. Not because it had to be made by someone else, not because it was an item at all, but because of everything there, and Reira finds herself shaking as she realizes those things. First-it carries the symbol of who Asriel is. Second, it plays music, stores photos, but most importantly....

Those things combined, those things he had to ask for, were all for an important reason, and it's making tears well up at her eyes as she looks to the flower.] Y....you did that....for me..?

Ah...! They didn't put the wrong feeling into it, did they?! I'll sue--

[ And then he calms down and acknowledges her words... well-- ] Yeah.

I... wanted to keep it at first, of course, but I wanted to give it to you more because I had it made for you and you need something to keep you leveled-- you don't have it as easy as me, learning all these feelings. Even now, I feel something tugging at me, a feeling I can't name but I know is coming.

You deserve an anchor. It's hard feeling for everyone else, the way you do.

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⇨ THE LUNAR SOLSTICE

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PASTRIES 4 DAYZ

Yuya | OTA

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B6 - B12

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CHILDERMASS, OTA, will match prose or action

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