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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Huh. Sans feels that Strange thinks he's better than others, Childermass feels that Strange thinks he's better than others, Lambert outright said that bragging about his magic makes other people think he's a dick, Strange has just become acutely aware of one of his personal flaws and he really doesn't like this.

He jams his hands further in his pocket, but this is straight up sulkiness.

"You are right about one thing. I do not mean to think that way." But it happens and people just keep calling him out on it and it's annoying as shit. "I shall simply have to try my hardest to be more humble. Perhaps then you'll find a new personality flaw to latch onto and criticize me about."

This isn't going to work in the slightest.

Oh man what was that. Miko grins even brighter, and goes to grab another double-handful of snow while calling back.

"Hey, you wanna talk about not fair? What'd you do just now, make a force field?"

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[ The tree got as far as 'hey, there's someone up in—" before the branch cracks, Strange looks up, and there is suddenly a FALLING TEENAGER.

Strange attempts to back up out of the way but alas, he's not fast enough. The snow that flies from the branch lands in his face again but also this time in his hair, on his shoulders, and all up and down the front of his coat. ]

Let's call it a draw.

[ He's downright soaked. ]

Perhaps predictably, Lambert's gaze lingers on the more obviously combat-oriented items -- the weapons and armor, some of which he recognizes, and some which he doesn't. When Strange calls for his attention, though, he rouses himself out of his distraction and joins him by the stall of clothes and accessories, most of it absurd.

"Don't you have enough clothes already?" See, in England, people actually seem to believe in having more than one outfit, unless you're Childermass. Lambert can't say the same -- the clothes he has in the Carnival are more than he's owned in years.

[Yuya hisses, then blinks rapidly up at the sky before he turns his attention to Strange.]

... Yeah, a draw. [Yuya smiles, then pushes himself back up and starts shaking snow out of his hair.]

I think I'm going inside to get some food. [And warm up.] When I make some progress with that barrier, I'll tell you!

The initial non-reaction might be a little bit of a disappointment, but... Foster is weird. Sometimes it's hard to tell how he feels about stuff - like how Ratchet used to seem grumpy and bossy all the time, even when it really meant he was worried or excited.

That grin, though, is something Miko isn't sure she's seen before, except when Foster was horribly injured and being weird about it. So she's pretty sure that makes this an official success. Her grin brightens even further.

"It's cool as hell, right? I figured y-- it could be good for your creepy magic stuff or something!" Narrowly avoided saying she thought he would like it, even though she totally knew he would like it.

"Mmm, sometimes. Really the best thing I ever tried was basically sort of an apron with a bunch of drawstrings! The problem was I always needed someone's help to put it on or take it off or adjust it, and god, that was... I didn't like it." He had a couple of fingers remaining on each wing, but they were wings, not arms, and even though he'd learned to use his beak like a hand, it was not really a hand. "That's not so much of an issue now, of course, but I kinda like just keeping it separate now, most of the time."

He shakes off when he goes through the portal, sending flecks of melting snow every which way, his feathers fluffing out and then lying back, closer to his skin since there's no need to trap air to stay warm. "Do you feel temperature at all, Cole?"

"Man, you haven't? About time, then!"

Miko laughs, not meanly - more than anything, it's a sound of sheer excitement. "Nope! But that's the point - this is gonna be the biggest snowman ever."

"Yes, but I need clothes that aren't blood-stained. A shirt was ruined during the Hunt, one pair of shoes was ruined after the Hunt, and an entire outfit was ruined thanks to Foster's undead rat monstrosities."

Now that's a story that Lambert will find amusing and Strange might tell later just to help lift his spirits somewhat. But at the moment, clothes. Strange tries on a jaunty steampunk hat, looks at himself in a mirror, frowns, then puts it back on the shelf.

"I'm going to look at prices before I buy anything, of course. But the way the budget's shaking out, I might be able to buy myself a nice set of clothing along what I've already decided to purchase."

"You sure about that, 'cuz it looks to me like you're pretty far below my level!" Okay, that was not the smoothest quip she could have made, but she's pretty sure the idea got across all the same.

The defense argument, on the other hand, just gets a drawn-out raspberry before she hurls another snowball at him.

"Dude, you got metal under your skin!" As if she's assuming he might not have noticed that.

She manages to struggle to her feet and leans toward him, her ears flipping forward at the same time. "Is that a new thing or are you a robot or something or what?"

Carly has taken to the moon quite well-something perhaps helped along by just how much she's been practicing her fire magic. After the mess that was the Ball, she's been working at better controlling the 'heat' aspect of her fire-keeping herself toasty warm without ruining the fabrics of her puffy sweater and pants. It works out rather well, she thinks-but that's not what's important here.

What's important, as her alolan marowak takes some time to wander the woods of the moon as well, is that they are not alone. "Ahh!~ Tanyuu!" Carly cheers, breaking the silence incredibly. "You're outside~! How's that cloak?" she adds, floating over with a wide grin. "It's working right..? It's not cold?"

Mnh....yes, a sweet, but maybe sour... [Well, whatever it is he's thinking of, he is drawn out from the thoughts by a completely different smell as he wrinkles his nose at the next one. Flatter, limper, smells a bit like....ash? ~~Carly why is this your scissors replacement~~

Gently, he places the bottles down and takes the package from Yuuya, opening it up carefully.] Mnhh....and what is...

[He pulls out what some could perhaps mistake for ribbons. Yet as he holds them in his fingers, even drunken haze cannot blind him from what they are. Slowly, he looks to them-before his ears move upward in amazment, his eyes wide and moving toward Yuuya himself.

....

This is probably Yuuya's only warning before the inevitable.] Y...Yuuya...

....Yuuya, these are...are....

[Here come the water works.] Mnh....ghk....HAUUUUHHHHHH-!!

[And the chiropractor appointments.] SH- SUCH A GIFT...!! Such a truly thi...Thoughtful gift, I, the man Gongenzaka, am honn....honored, indeed..!!

[This would potentially be more coherent-well, it Would be more coherent-if he were thinking straight, probably. There is no mistaking the lunge for a hug though.]

[Inside the wrapping is a sash and headband (although, curiously, the headband is a little shorter than Gon would normally wear. The stitching is well done, thanks to Carly, but the fabric itself... it's soft but thick, a sort of grainy deep grey-blue color. It almost looks like stone, the way some of the pattern mimics cracks to a hyper-realistic degree. Between the cracks, however, a steely blue glows against the fabric. Literally glows.

On the front of both is very simple, straight stitching that spells out the kanji for 'steadfast'.

Yuya stares as Gongenzaka open the package--in part, because it's taking a lot of effort to focus right now, and in part he's a little nervous. Not that he thinks Gongenzaka would reject his gift, but Gon's sashes are something with a lot of sentimentality to them, and are deeply important to his dojo.

So he's happy, really happy when Gongenzaka receives them so well. His back, however, is less happy and Yuya lets out a pitiful wheeze as he's grabbed into another crushing embrace.]

Y... you're welcome... [But please, let him breathe.]

[Syrlya draws his hand back and... raises a brow at Strange. Was the covering on his back different somehow, or...]

I wonder what the limit on this transformation is. We saw what the Prince could turn people into. [It looks like that would take far longer than a year, without being specifically targeted for it, but it's still a little disconcerting.]

"The ground isn't a ranking of skill levels!!" Papyrus stomps a few times, distracted enough by indignation that he only barely dodges that snowball. "And... and even if it were, I'd still win. Have at thee!!"

Witness, and tremble in fear, at the dreaded: duel wielding snowball throw. It disarms him for the moment, but surely two snowballs are too many to dodge.

You're gonna!!

[He doesn't know what she's gonna, but he's behind her 100%. Go Alphys! Gon do whatever!!]

And even taking notes!

[Okay, okay, he'll put a stop on enthusing at this progress / effort / whatever it is.]

Staring at the pet shop, hmm. Do you think she's... shopping for gifts?

Leave a thread, with her buried in the fabric? Their cr would unravel. There's nothing for it, he has to intervene.

"Hmmm. Splitting it between us, so it's only half as powerful... That sounds reasonable. Hold on!"

He reaches over, touches a hand to the really soft fabric, and corrects himself. "Rather, don't hold on! Release some of it to me. It won't go far!" And he lifts.

'Because it's magic' sounds like a perfectly sensible description of what the sky and weather is all about. Not quite an explanation, because even magic has some amount of explanation... But a good summary!

"The cold is stronger than the sun, but the sun is stronger than the snow..." Sounds like a regular hierarchy of powers, here. "And... the snow is stronger than the plants?? This gets complicated, huh?"

He has a name, so Yuya's not sure why anyone would be calling him 'compassion' instead of 'Cole'.

"A spirit?" He's a very human looking spirit... maybe a ghost? His head bounces back and forth from 'ghost' to 'ethereal'.

"Well, you're definitely you," he finally decides. That's a certainty. The rest of it's a little bit beyond him, because despite his slight spiritual sensitivity he's not remotely a spiritual person.

"You just need to get better at laundry," Lambert fires back companionably. He gets his clothes covered in worse than blood and they get by fine; admittedly, it's also usually made of tougher stuff than just plain cloth, so maybe he shouldn't expect much there.

Still, since he's here anyway, he's also looking at things curiously. Some of it's familiar to his eye, some of it he knows he would have been likely to wear back in Portland, some of it is just ... plain bizarre. He completely tunes out Strange's prattle about budgeting to eye one of the bubble-encrusted bustiers with a shit-eating smirk, hooking a finger into it and holding it up to his chest while Strange's eyes are directed elsewhere.

"How about this?" He asks, innocently, cupping a hand over one very synthetic breast ... cup ... whatever this is. "I think it really flatters my figure, don't you?"

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When she leans towards him, 9S doesn't lean away.

9S huffs. "Of course I have metal under my skin. I'm an android, not a robot!" Get it right! "I'm modelled after my human creators."

"Hah! Cool yeah?"

Yep this was definitely a good idea and a well thought choice of gift.

"It's supposed to charge up as you move while wearing it, so now you can really beat someone's face in if you ever need to!"

Or nail them hard in the gut.

[ 1. Shopping ]

Now that he's finally mobile, Lambert's spending at least a couple of hours every day at the market, mostly at the bin of assorted graphic T-shirts, which has a seemingly inexhaustible supply, sniggering quietly whenever he runs into some inappropriate shirt or another. If he notices someone looking particularly absorbed in their purchases, he might lean over to speak loudly, not even bothering to hide that he's shamelessly ogling their gift choice.

"Got anything good there?"

At other times, he might be seem a bit more lost in thought himself. Most of what he lingers on are the things obviously intended for fighting. He can easily be seen handling and testing the blade-like weapons, gauging how they feel in his hand, but other times he's trying on pieces of armor over his clothes, frowning as he lifts his arms and checks the mobility. Once he realizes he has company, though, he'll stop looking so serious, tossing a mocking smirk and setting his hands on his hip as he flexes for their benefit (or horror).

"What do you think? Should I get it?"

[ 2. Walk on the Wild (Magic) Side ]

With the cure finished, Lambert's no longer bound to working on the cure, meaning he has some time to devote to other activities. In the afternoons, if the weather's clear, he'll head away from the cabins, riding on Pig. He doesn't head too far out -- farther away means a longer time spent outside before he can jump right back under blankets and curl up in front of the fireplace -- but he will head for the biggest clear spot available.

Over the course of the stay, he returns to it regularly, fashioning it into something of a makeshift training ground. With his fire breath, he melts a circle in the snow until he hits solid ground. With a lack of proper training dummies, what he ends up using are simply pieces of firewood standing on their ends. It doesn't have to be durable; he just needs something to aim for.

For at least a couple of hours a day, it's easy to find him there, squinting at the makeshift targets and muttering under his breath. Occasionally, he'll make a sharp gesture with a hand, and a wave of force or a burst of flame will spill forth, but his expression looks dissatisfied whenever that happens, as though he was expecting a different outcome.

[ 3. Wildcard??? ]

Additional prompts may be posted after this toplevel as they come! Hit me up if you'd like a custom starter; Lambert's easy to find during the day but he's staying firmly holed up in his cabin at night for the most part because he's a baby who doesn't like the cold.

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