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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That poke gets him a wiggle of her nose and a silly grin. Alright, alright, maybe she's being just a little too serious-- they're at a party! There's alcohol! Everybody's happy!

"What! No!" Doll sounds both shocked and thrilled by the confession that she's charmed Tyki of all people-- and maybe she's a little nervous because even young as she is, she can guess why Tyki is staying in a cabin with her brother. Similar reasons to her choice of partner, she'd wager. "...naw, not me, I'm jus'..."

Her eyes go down to the glass in her hands, though she tries to keep on smiling. "'M not special. Everybody's jus' nice ta me."

Item Purchased: Teeth Feet v2 x 1
Gift?: No
Total Item Cost: 200
Credits Spent: Foster (90) Miko (110)
Additional Notes: n/a

Item Purchased: Digital Camera x 1
Gift?: No
Total Item Cost: 100
Credits Spent: Miko (100)
Additional Notes: n/a

There's a suspiciously familiar delighted shriek, and Doll emerges with a ball in her hands and retaliates with great gusto.

"Take this!"

She one hundred percent did start it, and so she's not expecting an apology at all. Doll shakes it off and wipes her eye again before replacing her bangs, grinning all the way.

"'lo Syrlya! Fine afternoon fer a bit 'o exercise!"

Doll shouts out in premature victory too, and immediately winces when Miko flips into the snow.

"Y'alrigh' down there?"

Please don't be dead or hurt. That would put a real damper on the whole vacation.

Oof. Yeah, that could have gone better.

Miko wiggles out from under the sled, though, and gives Doll a grin and an enthusiastic thumbs-up in response. "Good to go! Nothin' broken or anything. --Snow in m' mouth, though."

This stuff is probably mostly clean, it's probably fine.

"Just swallow, it's a little cold but refreshin'! S'long as there ain't no dirt in it..."

Don't eat dirt, Miko.

"Alrigh', so that section is no good too! What d'you think about..." She jogs over a few steps and then selects another area about six feet down. "Here?"

Yeah, you can't replace us that easily. [He winks, manifesting a couple other eyes just to make the gesture that much clearer.]

Well, if it sees someone it can take their shape. Hey, Mannequin, look like me!

[Without saying a word the mannequin starts to shrink, its horns and tail telescoping a segment at a time back into its body, mini-arms folding out of its head. It doesn't take on his features and doesn't look that much like him, but within a minute or so it has his height and build. Short, solid.]

And after that you have to get more specific. You can tell it to start getting taller and then tell it when to stop, for example.

"Well I don't mean just physically changed. From what I hear some people didn't... I mean, a lot of us thought we'd always been there, on that world, and only started realizing maybe we hadn't gradually. A few did wake up, new selves new bodies. It was all, hah, pretty confusing."

His bird head is inscrutable, always seeming to be faintly amused, but his other face is distant. The spectral eyes give away nothing. "I mean, I was something many thousands of years old with my own deal going on. Some of the memories went and faded, but not everything."

It feels sometimes like the others just left those identities behind when they left Portland. Which, all right, that's fair, in a lot of cases nothing good happened to those other people. Plenty of bad had happened to that angel, too, and he'd been very different from Julien in a lot of ways. But.

Lambert just stares at both magicians for a moment, considering what the last few seconds has just revealed about the utter disregard both have for his privacy in different ways, then just snorts. He doesn't get to ask who the other one is in favor of rolling his eyes at Strange, though there's a twinge of discomfort buried under all the lazy drunkenness -- if Strange is checking how he's got his mirrors, what else has he seen? Worse, what else is he going to bring up?

"Well, well. Bring up a laboratory to the moon once and suddenly you're as confident as Strange," he teases. "Shadows, then, so I don't have to put on my coat." Hopefully less chance of getting wet, too; where he and Childermass and teleportation are involved, sometimes that seems nearly inevitable.

He gathers up his things, then steps over to Strange, stepping in beside him and shaking out his coat to drape it over his shoulder as best as he can, along with one arm. Their shadows pool together on the floor, larger, and he raises a brow at Childermass. Try not to land them under the table, buddy, he doesn't fancy hitting his head in this state of inebriation.

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"You didn't have to get me one either," is what Lambert will point out in turn, looking back up at Tamaki with a shrug. "Besides, you just said it's a gift exchange, right? So we'll be exchanging."

He rocks back on his heels, tail curling in the air behind him. "So what are these, anyway?" He has to confess he didn't take too close a look at all the bottles the Caravan had on display; there were a lot. "Looks like one of the potions they had out, but I don't recognize which."

Strange knows when he's been overruled. Even though he does want to make one last attempt in favor of reflections, it's no use when both Lambert and Childermass seem to be dead set on travel though the shadows. Though, he will get in a good tease at Childermass.

"And he judges me for that confidence!" This doesn't change the fact that Strange is of the firm opinion that mirrors would be easier. And, most importantly, mirrors would give him a chance to show off. Strange doesn't have as much to gather as the other two, considering he's wearing the punch ring and Lambert's sweater. He also gathers up his things and shakily gets to his feet. Lambert's there, Lambert can be helpful, and Strange places his hand on the other man's shoulder in an attempt to steady himself.

[That particular relationship is complicated with a capital 'C'. But Frisk is with Tyki on wanting Sans to be happy.]

I'll be quiet like a mouse. [Shame there's no safes to try and hack.] And I'll keep my nose out of the left side.

[That is accompanied by a slightly cheeky grin. But apparently for a kid who's fine with pulling a polite B&E, they're considerate.]

And thank you for the hot chocolate. It tastes really good.

There's a slight tinge of pink in Rita's cheeks as she processes that. Fortunately, he's looking away, and she's got her head down to focus on his legs, so she gets the chance to collect herself without worrying about whether he saw that.

"Y-yeah, well, we won't have to worry about that for a while," she says as she collects the sample and moves to select a pair of new ones. Eight months is time to do lots of things, isn't it? But... an end is an end.

"Hey, 9S..." she begins. "Have you ever thought about living somewhere else? I mean, other than your world."

Oddly enough, this is something Frisk can relate to, even if they can't really put it into words. Not so much the waking up thinking they were very old, but feeling like another person. Sometimes, in those darker timelines, 'Frisk' faded back and becomes...something else. They don't know. Can't tell. Can't feel anything.

* Name the Fallen Human.

They blink, realizing they may have blanked out for a second or a minute. "...um, sorry. How long did it last for?"

JULIEN

Starting off: 146 creds remaining

REFUND Anti-Gravity Tab for another 50 creds (not a gift)

Item Purchased: Desktop Computer
Gift?: No
Total Item Cost: 150
Credits Spent: Julien 150

Item Purchased: Video Games x2
Gift?: No
Total Item Cost: 40 creds
Credits Spent: Julien 190
and that's that

SCOUT

Starting Off: 423 creds remaining

Item Purchased: Dueling Armor
Gift?: Yes
Total Item Cost: 180
Credits Spent: Scout 180

Item Purchased: Faerie Weed x2
Gift?: Yes
Total Item Cost: 180
Credits Spent: Scout (360)

Item Purchased: Healing Draught
Gift?: No
Total Item Cost: 50
Credits Spent: Scout (410)

"Is it confidence to prefer the fastest route?" Childermass asks oh so matter-of-factly, as though he really does assume shadows are faster than reflections. There's no actual fact behind it, just assumption, but one he'll make easily because, first, he's drunk, and second, yes, shadows are better. It's not like Strange is using the King's Roads up here, just borrowing the idea, right?

Regardless of any upset magicians that causes, he's already stepping over to join the two in the shadow of Lambert's coat, takes a handful of both their shirts and plunges all three of them into absolute darkness a second later. It's all-encompassing. No light, no sound save for themselves, and then they're out again. It only takes seconds to get there, seeing as the snowy little moon village isn't exactly big.

With the lights off, it's mostly shadowed inside the cabin already, so for once they don't come stumbling out of anywhere silly. Just from a corner of the main room, that's all.

"Boys, boys, you're both the prettiest," Lambert mocks. "Magic now, debate later."

They stumble and they don't hit anything, thankfully, though there is a moment when Lambert teeters to regain his balance. The fire's been banked low, but it hasn't really been long enough for the air to pick up much of a chill, so it's the matter of a moment to untangle himself drunkenly from both magicians and stumble to the fireplace, a wave of his hand all he really needs to set the fire alive and blazing again.

He leans on the mantle heavily, catching his breath. The lab equipment on the table means using that is off, so it's to the couch and crowded living room furniture they ought to congregate.

"Make yourself at home," he calls, dropping his packages on the coffee table and staggering to the kitchen. It takes some time, and more fumbling, before he returns to the living room with a mostly-consumed bottle of faerie ale and three mugs. He won't turn on the rest of the lights just yet because he figures more shadows are better (and he's lazy), but it also reminds him of evenings at Kaer Morhen, whiling away the long, cold winter. For just a fleeting moment, he almost feels homesick.

Strange frowns, as if he's about to start fussing at Childermass (of course reflections are faster!) but then Lambert starts talking and they're yanked into shadows. Once they're at Lambert's, Strange leans up against a nearby wall for a brief moment of support. Strange is drunk as hell and needs that moment of rest while his brain processes right, we're at Lambert's now.

He carefully makes his way to the coffee table as well, setting his packages down near Lambert's. The last time he was in Lambert's cabin, Strange was high as a kite. Going back to it, seeing it again but with all the amazing colors he was hallucinating replaced by shadows only makes Strange frown a little.

"Without the colors, it all just seems so dull," he complains to himself, knowing full well that Childermass has no idea what he's talking about. With a sigh, Strange sits down on the couch and stares up at the ceiling. It...is a ceiling. A normal, boringass ceiling. He continues to stare at the ceiling, frowning and not blinking, not even bothering to get up or turn on more lights while Lambert comes back with the booze and mugs. It's only when the smell of booze hits his nostrils that Strange looks over at Lambert.

"If I drink any more, I might have to stay the night," he teases. Though that's not going to stop Strange from taking one of those mugs as soon as there's alcohol in it.

Item Purchased: Custom - Motorcycle suit set(?) for a 7-year-old
Gift?: Yes
Total Item Cost: ???

Credits Spent: 1250, emptying those pockets last minute

Additional Notes: Yugo only has 130 left to spend, so he's hoping for at least pants and a helmet. Assuming the Noah Bikes don't already come with helmets.

"If you drink any more, it should be water," Childermass returns mockingly, not even bothering to hide it, "But we already know you won't."

If anything, he should consider a glass of water himself. That or food. God, did they even eat anything? He knows he should go fetch his own gifts but now that that's crossed his mind, his train of thought derails for the time being and he finds himself, big stupid hat and all, wandering into the kitchen to begin searching the cupboards and the fridge on the off-chance Lambert actually bothered to keep food in his cabin.

"We should have seen what the caravan had cooking before leaving... Is there anything in here besides reagents?"

No, seriously, what are any of these things, Lambert?

See, Strange would have gotten alcohol, but at the threat of him potentially passing out on Lambert's couch? Sorry buddy, he's just going to go ahead and swig directly from the faerie ale bottle and drain the last of it in one gulp, making eye contact with Strange as he does.

Although when Lambert puts the bottle down with a cough, he almost looks like he regrets that power move. Blinking rapidly as the world starts to fade in and out of focus much more rapidly, he manages to grab the still-wrapped book and toss it towards Strange as a consolation prize. Though with his aim off, it might land on his face as easily as his lap.

"M'not peeling you off the floor again," he says, firmly. And louder, to Childermass-- "No, I only eat spite, obviously."

Seriously, Childermass should already know the relatively sorry state of his fridge. But he does have more of the sweet bread that Strange nearly cleaned him out of the last time he was here, and half-eaten shepherd's pie and pecan pies, though both are obviously cold from being stored in the fridge.

Inside the package -- much more clumsily wrapped than the Caravan's nicer gifts -- is a book titled the Conjunction of the Spheres. The bindings and quality of the paper within are clearly not from a modern era -- not even Strange's era. Lambert sags back against the couch, hiccuping slightly as he shuts his eyes and tilts his head back.

That book hits Strange in the face. There's a frown as he picks up the book from his lap and gives Lambert a look (really dude?). As he gingerly unwraps the package, Strange frowns slightly. He doesn't understand the title. But, as he starts to flip through the book, a few familiar terms become apparent.

"It's about Lambert's world," Strange explains, loud enough for Childermass to hear. He idly continues to flip through the book, stopping whenever a particularly interesting passage catches his eye. "You can read it first, if you wish."

Because as much as he's trying to read it right now, Strange knows his mind is waaay too fuzzy to focus on anything right now. He closes the book and leans over to give Lambert a smirk of a smile. "Are you that tied of us asking you questions?"

9S blinks before turning his gaze onto Rita. "Hm? Yeah, a little."

He lays his hands on his lap, fingers running over the exposed metals of his palms in idle distraction.

"There's... not much left for me if I go home." His death is all but guaranteed, unless he wants to spend the rest of his life on the run. There won't be much point in that. "Maybe I'll stay with the Carnival. I don't know."

Should already know, doesn't remember. In retrospect, he will, but right now, he just gives a snort of laughter at Lambert only eating spite — he could see it, one of those ridiculous witcher abilities — and decides to grab one of the pecan pies as it's the first thing he sees. Following that, some opening and closing of drawers until he finds a fork.

"I will," he calls back to Strange as he goes through the fork-finding process, though he's turning to head over to the couch once he has one. "Later. I'll take it with me when I go. Is that the one about... what was it? The thing?"

The thing. Whatever the thing is. Anyway, he's plopping down on whatever couch space is left, regardless of who it might be next to or how crowded it might suddenly become. He'll remember he was going to go get something eventually, but first, pie.

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