⇨ THE LUNAR SOLSTICE

[ringleaders]

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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[kingsroads]

Get drunk faster, don't mind if he does. Strange takes a large swig of his ambrosia, almost draining the glass, before he takes the bag from Lambert to look inside. And hot damn does he feel a bit called out on both of those shirts.

"Well, you've got me figured out," he teases. Strange takes the shirts out one at a time, showing Childermass and Lambert each of them, before Strange leans over to see what ridiculousness the other man's gotten.

When Strange looks over at Childermass's sweater, his face just goes pale for a moment before he quickly tries to regain his composure. Because yep, he recognizes that artwork, that is 100% an attempt at drawing a Growlithe from one of his notes. Strange isn't sure what he's more horrified by: the fact that it's on a sweater or the fact that Lambert actually kept that drawing in the first place. Oh God, and somebody else had to have seen that drawing, there's no way Lambert is talented or patient enough to do this embroidery himself.

Strange sure as shit isn't going to tell Childermass that the drawing's his terrible handiwork though. Instead, he busies himself by taking off his coat and slipping on that peninsula sweater over his button-up shirt, waistcoat and cravat. He is 100% going to wear this dumb thing for the rest of them getting drunk. He also looks stupid as hell at the moment but doesn't really seem to care.

"This is actually comfortable," Strange admits, surprised by the fact that Lambert thought of things like 'basic comfort' in his attempt at giving his friends grief via clothing.

[chronosynthesis]

"Is that what you call it," he muses thoughtfully. His pride is obvious enough, and Syrlya doesn't know him well enough to judge it with doubt... but he's very familiar with an outside force trying to rend control of your free will. Some were strong enough to withstand it. Others were not.

"I don't doubt that. I hope your understanding finds a better solution than fear to cope with the dangers other mages seem to have mingling with spirits." Because that isn't a fate he would wish on anyone.

[prazerbutterfly]

[It was suppose to be a vacation from everything or realistically a 'break'.]

Back home? Heh, it reminds me of my family and the times we spent in the snow.

[It's why he had opened this cabin up to a lot of people so he wasn't alone.]

I've learned over time that everyone has reasons for missing out on fun. Experiences, perceptions, or general lack of knowing how to have fun. Doesn't stop me from invading on their quiet time when I feel warranted, happy or not.

[scientificist]

"The medicinal bath was, thoroughly tested!" Herbert is suddenly offended again. Excuse you, Tyki, it's like you don't believe he's qualified for the job he's taken. If anything, he's overqualified, he thinks. "If you die from anything it will be...exposure or falling down and cracking open your fool head!" He stands up again from his crouch and has to catch his overcoat as it falls off his shoulders.

"I told all of you to, avoid the cures in conjunction." Bending down, he'll attempt to grab Tyki's shirt and drop it in his lap. Speed up the process.

[whattaprick]

"I was," Lambert confirms, grimacing slightly. It's annoying -- in a situation where both of them were doing their jobs, one of them got caught and the other one couldn't do a damn thing about it.

The rest of it... surprises him. It sounds like an apology, kind of, only he's not sure what for. It catches him off guard enough that he looks troubled, taking some time to consider his own response. Of all the things he expected Sans to say when they got a moment alone, this wasn't it.

"I just figured if one of us was going to be stupid enough to get caught, it would be me." He barks a laugh, finally, shaking his head. "Maybe it would have worked out better that way. Maybe you could have actually found people. But we'll never know." Maybe in some worlds, it would be possible to know the outcome, but not this one.

[whattaprick]

"Nobody who knew you for longer than five minutes could ever believe you'd kill your wife," Lambert answers flatly. "You'd kill yourself first."

From the sound of it, at the very least, he tried to kill himself trying to get her back, and even if he accidentally killed Arabella it would be much the same. It's not as though Lambert is a stranger to the idea of rumors being enough provocation to murder, after all -- that's one of the reasons the School of the Wolf is dying out -- but all the same...

"Does it really matter that much in England? Being respectable, no matter who you are?"

[criticallyfucked]

Item Purchased: Teeth Feet (v1)
Gift?: Yes
Total Item Cost: 180
Credits Spent: Foster van Denend (180)
Additional Notes:

Item Purchased: Gold Nuggets x1
Gift?: Yes
Total Item Cost: 67
Credits Spent: Foster van Denend (67)
Additional Notes:

With this purchase, Foster will have spent 852 credits total.

[dirthena]

As if the ruins, the remains of the library, weren't enough to convey the scope of what they'd lost. Selfish of him, Lavellan thinks, to assume that only he has known loss; all of Thedas has suffered in some way, more recent than the moment the Veil went up. But their strength was not dwelling in the past but in accepting, in moving forward, surviving.

She huffs, shaking her head at him. "I am not an exception to the rest of the Dalish, Solas. Perhaps you simply need to learn how to approach them better." Or in any way that wasn't so immediately off-putting, as she's sure his encounters have been.

[prazerbutterfly]

Oh hello little button to push. He's starting to grin a little wider at the fact he found something fun to poke at though it looks far too lazy right now to be anything sinister. And no, he doesn't trust the medical team at all to be 'qualified' since from what he has heard of is a kid and someone else. Anyone new is going to get teased especially if they are taking it personally.

"No, if I die from anything it'll be the soul poison or being poisoned from the cure," he says again more firmly as he sneakily feeds him information bit by bit. He's making him work for it. He laughs suddenly as his shirt is flopped down and he fiddles with a sleeve as he talks, "Oh? Is that what you said with all of that fancy talk? Besides, I remember you 'advising' us not directly saying we shouldn't. Or else 'make sure we're supervised', correct?"

[dressedtothe]

He thought he was supposed to have free will. What a joke. He can think all he wants, but when it comes down to it, he can't bring himself to hurt a human, no matter how much he wants to. And even his thoughts would slide away from the idea. And even though he looked, he can't untangle that part of programming from the rest of himself.

If he were to purge that function from himself, he would lose too much of his personality data. Then would he really be himself any more?

He doesn't respond initially; it's different for androids. So he asks a different question, calmer, "How old do you think I am?"

This isn't the first time he's gotten grief over his age from a pointy eared humanoid.

[dressedtothe]

Hey, I won't fall over this time!

[He's absolutely going to fall over.

9S does remember it taking a while for him to start feeling the effects -- which is so weird compared to the drugs he's sampled prior -- but maybe Syrlya would be affected differently? He is a plant of some kind...]

How do you feel?

[kingsroads]

Strange attempts to shrug, a movement which looks odd considering he's still lying down on Lambert's lap. "It depends on your status."

For all of a crazy drugged out wizard he is, Strange is also upper class. Ergo he has a lot of upper class friends. Ergo said upper class friends would think twice before doing something that might upset the social order or challenge their place. Strange doesn't really judge them. It's just how it is.

"And it matters if you're the king's magician. I was important ergo I had a higher status ergo people wanted me and my associates to be seen as respectable." Which obviously didn't happen. Strange's eyes grow wide as a manic grin plants itself on his face.

"I doubt they knew what to do with me. I think some of them were scared of what I've become!" And he can't help but giggle again before he takes another puff from the joint, taking care not to blow smoke near Lambert's face.

[dressedtothe]

9S grunts, stumbling forward a step when Lambert claps him on the shoulder, both hands now gripping the half open bag.

"Why would you give me something like that?" Still feeling the pleasant fuzz of the pill's after effects, his words don't come out as heated as he intended them to be.

Damn it... if he'd known the pill was supposed to do that beforehand, maybe he would've enjoyed it more, instead of having his processors overloading from his fear and confusion over what was happening to him. A wasted opportunity!

But even worse, he just... yeah... right in front of his boss!? And he'd been loud! Just bury him under the snow, immediately! He doesn't want to be an exhibitionist!

9S groans, covering his face with one hand. "Can you forget that happened?" Please.

[hurtcomfort]

Whoa that is odd. Cole leans in to peer at the picture of himself. Because that's him! He knows that much, he knows what he looks like, but it's odd seeing himself like this, that's not in a mirror.

"I've never seen something like this," he admits, wonder in his voice as well. "Can you take a picture of anything?"

[hurtcomfort]

"Even here," Cole repeats. "I know you. That makes you easier to find."

He can piece out Solas's hurt from the rest. It shines bright with conviction, an old hurt, shining and strong. This happened once. I shall fix it and make it so it does not happen again. Besides, this was Solas. Of course he would know what Solas feels like, how Solas thinks and hurts and feels. Wouldn't he?

[fortuneglass]

Naturally! Now...I've loosely pinned this row here, [She explains, half the action coming with her very words.] So just watch what happens as I send it through. From there, I can grab a scrap fabric for you to give it a try on, and if it all goes well, you can so the next side~

[And as soon as he's ready, that sewing machine is going to churn, humming quietly and clicking for each stitch as it punctures through the fabric, Carly pulling the measuring tape and pins around as things go.]

[fortuneglass]

Who knows what would be sensed-perhaps just Far magic, being funneled through and placed inside, in those cases. The Rignmaster could give, but she could easily take, too.

"A lot of Fae are pretty much on the level that people would put 'gods' on, to be fair...the Ringmaster is probably one of the strongest ones, actually~! Or at least, she's pretty strong by their standards either way... ...They're able to make their own worlds, though, with just a few rules holding them back...helping someone open up what could be there doesn't seem like a lot after that..!"

[hurtcomfort]

Some have excuses. Some worlds have no magic. [ Something which honestly unnerves Cole a bit. As a being that's kind of magic to begin with, what would he be like in their worlds? ]

It is strange, though. People can learn. Why haven't they?

[ Is it just because they didn't know they could learn? Or they thought other magic was more important? ]

[soft_focus]

...I've definitely never done all these snow things.

....I don't know if it'd be safe, but also there weren't a lot of hills, just piles of rocks. [...rubble, rather.]

...everyone keeps saying that though, like they don't think I'm already doing that...

[soft_focus]

"As long as it's actually there, you can..! I think it has to hold still a little though, or the picture doesn't work..." Also, like a painting, which makes sense.

"...I might put them in a book, all the pictures. It seems like they wouldn't get lost, then..."

[betheman]

Th-that is true, but somehow, your timing... [Wooof, regardless-] Hmmm...if perhaps, we can help her to adjust to the cold...she will likely enjoy things more...

[betheman]

Indeed...we must remain STESDFAST..!

[...Or...DETERMINED perhaps? Well. Suzu will keep yipping and licking and-]

MmHg-be wary, on that note, of her tongue-she has an ability known as 'Lick' which occasionally creates a sort of numbness for a while...

[So. Mmn. Careful about how excited pup gets.]

[hippocarnival]

[Yuya snickers at Gon's protests, snuggling Suzu close to the warmth of his coat.

He points forward.] We can start with a small one then! [That'll be easier for Suzu to acclimate without them running around too far trying to father snow, so he waves around to the less trampled snow just ahead of them as sits down.

He's already gathering snow, but he does look expectantly at Gon to follow.]

[hippocarnival]

That whole time with the Prince wasn't very good memories, so... [It's all because she just went through Hell Experience and they'd all like to see her be happier after that nonsense.] Anyway--what's your favorite thing been on the moon?

[periphrasing]

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