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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A: Shopping | Day 7-8

He did go shopping the first day of the visit, but it didn't last long as he quickly had to return home with a present for his brother. That wasn't a problem at all, except it meant that he still had other people to shop for, and that wasn't even counting buying fun things for himself.

Which means that on days 7 and 8, Susan can easily be found chatting up the people of the caravan - or at least trying to, depending on how willing they are to talk to him - as he browses their wares. He can't stay out for too long, still feeling ill from the effects of the poison, but at least he can find some maybe cool things to buy.

Photos | After Day 8

When you're a kid from fantasy medieval times, cameras are pretty sweet. Especially instant cameras that print the photos out shortly after you take them.

What that means, of course, is that after Susan buys himself a camera, he then spends the next... Well, honestly, the entire trip to the moon, taking photos of just about everything. People, snow sculptures, snowball fights, the merchants, the cabins, trees, people's pokemon or pets... If it's there, he's taking a picture of it.

Of course that means that he just randomly is standing around various places with the camera, or maybe even calling out to people to stand still so he can take their picture or take a picture of something they were about to get in the way of. Or maybe instead you see him as he impatiently watches the camera in his hands, waiting for his photo to print. It's better than any technology he's ever used, but that doesn't stop him from being unable to wait for things.

Dragon | After Day 12

Anyone familiar with the animals from the second hunt might be surprised to see Susan with his new companion after the cure is available. At first the little dragon may only be seen poking its face out of his cloak as he explores or shops or plays in the snow, but there's definitely some times when he just sits back and watches the little creature flit around, or where he laughs as the dragon and his Pichu play some kind of tag game or something or other.

It's pretty cute, even if the choice of pet is more than a little odd.

Wildcard

[Before the cure, Susan is only going out in small bursts, but he's still wandering and available to do just about anything. After the cure, he's even more accessible and able to do all sorts of things. Hit me up (

moirallegiance) if you want to plan something! Or just go ahead and toss something at me here - I'm up for just about anything.]

Fortunately, it becomes clear pretty much immediately that she is, in fact, absolutely fine. Miko scrambles to right herself, and get one of her boots unclipped from the board so she can actually stand up, laughing delightedly.

"Totally alright, dude! Takes more'n--" She shakes her hair out of her eyes, then blinks when she gets a good look at him. "--Whoa."

[Yuya looks up, smiling with equal warmth as he nods.] That's right. So you'll treat it like a vacation and not just a training opportunity?

[He's teasing. Mostly.]

"You'd think he'd be bored of being unconscious, but he must be used to it by now." He puts the shirt back in the pile with a smirk, scanning the rest of the goods lined up with a practiced, assessing eye. The nature of the place means, of course, that he barely recognizes half of what's laid out for sale, either because of being too magical or too modern. Nothing, unfortunately, that looks like it might be conducive to improving the cure, although it's already far along already. Just needs a bit of a kickstart ... he was hoping for inspiration, but it's a little thin on the ground for now.

"This something you do a lot?" Lambert asks. It's a bit of a non-sequitur -- he's still frowning at the Caravan's wares like it might actually tell him something useful. "Buying gifts for people, I mean."

[Syrlya frowns right back.] I know plenty of humans, they're very populous in Tyria. But I never ask how old they are.

[Age is just less relevant when you're born an adult and your collective race is under thirty. He never asks because he never cares, unless they seem to be blatantly a child (they have bigger heads, that much he's noticed).]

I've never really bought gifts before at all, so I'm not sure how many is a lot... I'm still trying to decide who I'm supposed to even get them for.

But maybe you can get more money by selling things to them? That's how me and my brother get money at home.

"Good," Doll nods, seemingly relieved by this news. At least Joker heard it from someone he trusted, not some random person who would drop the news on him like a sack of potatoes-- the fact that his sister--

"Good," she repeats, nodding to herself as though that would shake the ugly thought out of her head. "Thanks Ginko. I. I think that's the best way he coulda heard." She tries to smile again and pats him on his shoulder like nothing they just talked about was anything dire or upsetting. A kind of light 'attaboy' reassurance, because Doll doesn't want to think about how her relationship with Joker has turned into hearing about his well being through mutual friends.

"Enjoyin' the snow?"

"Yeah. You've seen me teleport, right? I just go straight through the ground to wherever I want, instantly. So naturally, if I just go down and stay in a pillow..."

How to describe this... hiding underground isn't the most comfortable but he can do it on multiple surfaces.

"Eh, maybe it'd be better to put me on a shelf. These new vines like to stretch."

Actually... you’re right, in a way. [Also, it is super cool.]

The crystal comes from a certain species of intelligent monsters. It’s what they leave behind when they die. It seems that some part of their consciousness, or... the soul, I guess, remains with it.

"--Oh, uh." Ginko straightens up from examining an item of clothing, briefly wondering if it's really so obvious that he has no idea what he's doing. "...Possibly. Guess I'm not really used to... doing stuff like this."

Hearing that seems to lift a weight from Ginko's shoulders - which, ironically, leaves his shoulders slumping for a moment as he lets out a relieved breath. He smiles weakly down at Doll. "I... sure hope so."

He glances up again at the change of subject, giving a slight nod. "...Yeah. Nice to be able to enjoy it without worrying about freezing."

That might have been a joke, sort of.

Five? That's an unusual name for a human. But his thought is quickly derailed by her concern. "Huh?"

9S looks down at his legs, shifting his stance. Oh, right. That. He looks back at Five, a small smile crossing his face. "Oh, don't worry about that. I know it looks bad, but the damage is superficial."

He does have nanomachines to restore small wounds, but they struggle to do anything about the melted flesh. To be honest, if his damage was worse, it'd just be easier to dump his memory data into a new body. But this is the only one he's got here.

"Anyway, nice to meet you, Five. I'm 9S." His mouth quirks up into a small grin. "As you can see, I'm an android. A YoRHa Number 9 Type-S model."

Anghel - who hadn't been expecting anyone to speak to him - jumps in surprise.

He gets over it quickly. "I must arm myself, should the demons choose to strike. But the Purveyor of Dreams has commanded that I reject the Demon of Greed and that I use her gift for the benefit of others before myself."

Getting Anghel to plainly say what he's looking for would require a lot of pressing on Reira's part, despite the fact that he knows what most people would call the item he wishes to buy.

[Anghel follows as quickly as he can. Flowey isn't far enough away to warrant flying after, so Anghel runs. At least the exercise is doing something to warm Anghel up?]

I-I-I will... f-f-foll-o-o-w..., Ch-child of Purg-g-gatorio!

[He'll follow for as long as he isn't too frozen, anyway.]

[9S eyes Yuya and the other skaters of varying levels of skill with some dubiousness.]

What's so interesting about skating? It's just locomotion on solidified water, isn't it?

[In other words, yes, he absolutely wants to skate; he has to know why you'd skate in the first place!]

Fortunately-though who for is a mystery-it appears that asking directly is not yet on her mind. Something that will no doubt be complicated a touch if what's in the window changes how it appears at all. Does Anghel see a mere pen, after all? Quite certainly not. Whether the intent to arm oneself makes sense to Reira's own eye just yet, is unimportant for now however. Instead of looking to the pen (or seeming weapon) on display, she finds herself staring at Anghel himself first.

Mostly because deciphering his words is...hmmm. Does she know what a Purveyor is? Even she's unsure, what with how many different cards could have such a fancy title. "....The Purveyor?" She thus asks, blinking. He certainly sounds a but odd, but maybe that's just normal where he's from! She won't be rude.

(....intentionally)

"...are you...afraid to get something before you get someone else something?" She tries, thinking on the meaning of 'greed'. That seems...well, ok, that makes sense, she hasn't really jumped at anything either.

But she doesn't actually Know what she likes, so. She has an excuse, see.

I wanted to thank you for helping me earlier, so I bought you something from the Caravan.

[9S reaches back into the bag he almost always has at his back, fingers undoing the zip with practised ease.]

I wasn't sure if it would be rude to give a plant to you since you're a sylvari and all, but the vendor said that it's a great relaxant.

[Not quite what the vendor said. But 9S pulls a small bag free and holds it up for Syrlya to take. Yep, the clear bag sure is full faerie weed.]

I figure we all could use more relaxing after... everything.

Oh, good! She appears to be in good condition. Phew! But...

"Um..." 9S blinks back, though it's hard to tell given the fact his eyes are covered. He really isn't used to being stared at like this. A little hesitant, he asks, "Is something the matter?"

Strange trudges after Childermass and Baker. The snow slows him down more than it does the other two, especially since Strange isn't a six foot tall fire dog, but he's making a valiant effort at keeping up, grumbling all the while.

"At the Peninsula, we were at war. Here—" Well, here it was different. Ostensibly, they weren't at war. But in reality, just how many fae did the carnival have chasing after them at any time? Add in the debacle with the Prince, their brief trip to hell, and for all of Strange's protests, the carnival's been at war more often than not.

"Here, at least, we aren't continually at war," he finishes with a frown.

Good to see those colors, between their efforts they just might figure out some kind of shirt for Flowey. But that muffled statement...

"Are they... too soft? Reira, have they captured you, rather than the other way around?"

There is a very awkward, and sheepish pause, as if someone has just realized that perhaps her own bias is not only Involved, but also actually there.

"....no?"

Yes.

Try having to poke people with your face to be able to feel them, Cole. Julien didn't feel like having his other body hustle all the way over here just to see if the spirit was cold to the touch.

He's definitely perked up as he starts walking, leaving dinosaur tracks in the snow.

"Oh, absolutely! Everyone here's entitled to several changes of clothes, you know, just by being here. I love clothing, I kinda had to let that go when the, you know, the bird thing happened." Outfits just do not work with being a bird. More than an hour or two in even the loosest, most carefully tailored and designed article of clothing starts to get unpleasant. "But hey, now I can wear things again! Sometimes, good things happen."

"Hmmmmmm."

Papyrus hums out a thoughtful sound, amused and smiling.

"That sounds... like the protest of someone still tangled in the soft, fabricy-embrace of this trap. Oh no! How can I free you, without getting caught in turn?"

"Oh... no!?" Somehow ineradicable sin doesn't alleviate or dismiss all his worries. Some of them, maybe, as Papyrus stares down at the red mark and confirms: it isn't growing or spreading. Nothing like blood seems to do. It's just red. "I mean. That's, better than I thought. Have you... tried a salve?"

I want to be properly soused before I make any possible negative judgements based on your personality.

[ Which granted, Strange knows nothing about. But at least for Strange, 'never have I ever' is less a bonding exercise and more an excuse to funnel alcohol directly into his mouth. If the easy route gets him drunk, then hello there easy route, meet your new friend.

Though solved a mystery? Strange frowns for a moment, then takes a drink. Helping to solve where all the magic in England went counts as a mystery, right? In his mind, it does. And fine, if Junko wants to go a bit harder, then so shall Strange. ]

Never have I ever had a boyfriend.

[ She's a cute teenager, she's probably had boys lining up to date her. ]

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