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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Childermass doesn't know a ton about what Tyki Mikk can and cannot do. He can make a lot of guesses, from what he's been told, what he's seen, but the unnatural little dark-colored butterfly that lands on his hand is definitely new. He doesn't move his hand or act startled towards it since it reminds him enough of his own little shadow constructs. So, he only observes and carries on smoking up until Tyki arrives and asks that.

"If I knew what that meant, I'm sure I would have an answer for you," he says, looking up from the Tease and pulling his pipe out from between his teeth as he does. He raises an eyebrow at Tyki. "Are you drunk, Mr. Mikk?"

Don't think he missed the way he strolled up, swaying back and forth with every step. Considering the warning about the cure and Tyki being one direly in need of it, it's not too hard to put two and two together here.

The Tease follow orders without any conscious thought of their own so with no commands issued it'll sit there near him with its wings opening and closing methodically in near perfect symmetry. It also helps that it isn't hungry. He kind of keeps it a secret that they eat a special and abnormal diet compared to the common butterfly.

"Don't worry about it," he says nonchalantly with a wave of his hand. No need to tell his boss that it is basically a bloodhound right now. Yet he looks up at Childermass at the question and his grin widens on his face in an astounding crack of his lips. It's then that the sudden, certainly uncalled for, barking laughter erupts from his mouth. It goes on for a short while as he calms himself enough to stagger his way towards his cabin to close the gap between them. "Heh, sorry. It's just if you asked me that two months ago I might've called you foolish. Yet I know better. Normally I can't be poisoned, I don't contract diseases, I can't get drunk, I take little to no damage, and I can't die unless I'm killed."

But with fae involved, "I probably am."

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"Most people don't die unless they're killed," Childmerass can't help but point out. The rest, though, is interesting. He shouldn't have been poisoned, but was. He shouldn't be drunk, yet here he is. Whatever Lambert brewed up, he's not surprised that it's that potent.

Anyway, he motions for Tyki to stagger his way up onto the cabin's porch, should he care to.

"Take a seat before you find yourself on the ground. I could do with some company." It'll be a small break in working on notes and smoking broodily. "Just try not to puke on anything."

"What? You don't believe in peacefully living out your life and dying in your sleep?" He's sure that is not what Childermass meant. No one decides to just die unless they are killed.

He lazily lets his ears melt into his hair with a cheery look on his face. He's way too happy right now to the point that he actually steps through the step leading up to the porch. It takes him a moment to actually connect his foot with the step and he's up in no time.

"I make no promises~♥" Also, he's taking that in a literal sense as he finds himself sitting on the actual porch instead of in a chair. "Besides, I've already tripped once or twice," he says in a way too drunkenly honest state.

"I would argue that it would count as being killed by time," Childermass says after a pause, a second or two to consider the question. As an afterthought, he adds, "Or by boredom. One or the other."

And then the magician has the grand view of Tyki trying and failing to step onto a porch. He raises his eyebrows at that, how he steps through rather than up. So the man can do that without purpose, too. Interesting. That he ends up settling down on the porch itself, well, no matter there. He just hopes he doesn't end up sinking into it.

Or, for that matter—

"You aren't going to drunkenly trip straight through the moon, are you? I am not sure how I would explain that one to Joker, that one of his magicians fell all the way back down to the carnival by accident."

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"At least I won't have to worry about that," he responds with a light tone at the fact he almost had that decision made for him at home. Without the multiple parts of his lives making this complicated he would be rather bored. "I'll pass on the boredom. I've had my fair share of it already this week."

It's subconscious depending on what Tyki wants sometimes. It's why sneak attacks like Zangetsu and Childermass pulled at the manor shouldn't work. His power was just limited while he was under the Ringmaster's contract.

"No, no," he starts with a soft laughter all over again, "Joker has enough to worry about right now. Besides I'm sure if it happened I'd just end up stuck somewhere in the moon." He teeters backwards and has to adjust his hands behind on the porch as not to fall, "Do you think it would take long to fall all the way back to the carnival though?"

Would it take long...? Good question. Childermass hopes they never find out for sure, but he can make an educated guess.

"It takes an hour to get up here by wing, I've heard," he offers that much, though even that, he's yet to test. "I imagine plummeting to your death might go faster than a bird can fly, however, so maybe no longer than half that."

In the end, though, he shrugs and sets his pipe down on the little round side table he's moved out here, just to have something to set things on while he sits — very much like an old man — on his porch. It's nice, actually, but now that he has guests...

"Would you like anything to eat? It may help with the drunkenness a bit."

"If it happens I'll let you know. I'd just have to remember to go through the ground instead of into it." He shouldn't consider tempting fate with a skydive. Not to mention he'll likely get bored halfway through and have to bring a book or something on the way down. This is merely the thoughts of a heavily drunk man with far too much time on his hands seeing as he's doing neither of his jobs right now.

"I am suppose to be eating," he says with a lean forward a little bit too quickly. At least the Cure has had time to work properly seeing as he's now vomiting everything in his stomach into the snow in front of Childermass' porch. Give him a moment to dizzily regain his composure with a wipe of his mouth on the back of his glove. Graceful as he is right now he mumbles something about having room to eat now that the contents that were in his stomach are all over the fresh snow.

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What a great story it would be to tell, though. Fell from a moon, got bored part way through, read a book until reaching the ground. Absolutely no one would believe it, but that's not the point. Of course, no one gets to dwell on the more humorous end of this when Tyki goes and pukes all over the snow.

Well, at least it wasn't the porch.

"Good aim," he offers Tyki that much praise, at least, though there's not really any other big reaction from Childermass. He's dealt with enough drunks to have known the odds of this. He's still getting to his feet. "Maybe some water first. I'll see what I have on hand to eat once your stomach has settled some, Mr. Mikk, even if you do have room for it—"

Of course, before he can say anything else, remember, his big dumb dog is out trampling the snow around the cabin. Naturally, Baker is going to turn around at the unfamiliar sound of some poor soul retching and immediately dash back over to... sniff at... that...

"Baker! No!" Ah, dogs. Water will have to wait, because Childermass is marching down off the porch to shove the massive dog-like Pokemon away before he sticks his nose straight into puke or, worse, decides to roll in it. "Leave it."

He dry heaves for a moment against his hand as the contents of his stomach shift uncomfortably. If it had been the porch he would've apologized and then haphazardly might've tried to awkwardly scoop it with his Power to Choose and toss it somewhere. For now he's thankful he doesn't have to handle it.

It's enough to get the dizziness to stop when suddenly dog enters his view and the great monstrous canine is there trying to nose its way into a horrid mix of herb, Lambert's booze, and what is left of his own hard apple cider and a collection of digested apples. Of course, because of said dizziness, he doesn't exactly move backwards and the combination of fur and fluff so close makes him feel rather warm. Thankfully Childermass is there to round up his dog enough where Tyki can attempt awkward standing to get out of the way. It's harder to get up than it is to stand but with his back no longer petrified it lifts with an unsettling crack like he hasn't bent it in a while.

"Baker. That's a good name." A plain name but still a good name compared to other pokemon he's heard named oddly. On his feet and wavering he reaches out to grasp at anything solid around him. There is half regret at chugging all of that Cure at once now but one lived with their choices and Tyki believe heavily in ones ability to choose. "Not to mention you do seem like a dog person."

"Considering what he can do, accurate, too," Childermass replies regarding the arcanine's name. Still shoving Baker back, he'll do his best to kick snow over the spray of vomit, enough that it hides it, though he doubts that will disguise the smell from a dog. What a bother...

"Though you will have to explain 'dog person' to me before I decide it's an insult," he adds. He isn't really sure, since he's clearly a crow person with a dog. It's also better than discussing vomit, so, hey. "Inside, though. Come on, Baker, we're all going in."

He'll look up, eyeing Tyki as he manages to stand. He does seem solid enough on his feet, so he motions towards the door with his chin, as his hands are still full of dog fur over here.

"Go on. It's open. Find a seat once you're in."

The rumbling laughter that threatens to break free again starts up for a moment until he's talking through the back of his hand, "Oh, because it is a fire dog. That's right."

He's talked to Lambert at some point about eggs and other things. It's probably not a good idea either that he try to push the mess into the ground with his power because knowing his lack of control at the moment he might end up with his hand stuck in it.

"It means you like dogs possibly over cats. Most people I know are either dog people or cat people." He waves his right hand a little passively in the air as he rights himself and attempts to walk towards the door he's motioning at. With his left he's grabbing the door handle and walking right through it without opening it.

There's muffled words from the other side before he realizes he left Childermass outside and opens the door from within, "Right, a seat." Going to find one now.

"But that makes the only factor being that I own a dog, not a cat," Childermass points out. "I own a horse back home, too, but I wouldn't imagine calling myself a horse person."

Not that it really matters in the long run. If ownership is all that's required, well, whatever. If nothing else, it's idle conversation while he wrestles Baker away from the snow-covered mess and drags him along up the porch and through the door once Tyki has opened it and stepped aside. Inside, the cabin is much like any of the other cabins, cozy couch, comfy chairs, and all. There are, of course, papers for notes and the various little memo books that go with them, because Childermass definitely brought his own work up to the moon with him.

Once inside, he'll let go of Baker and close the door. As far as the arcanine is concerned, out of sight is out of mind, so he immediately goes to sniff at Tyki instead of whining at the door.

"Answer me this then, boss. If you had to own four cats or four dogs, no more, no less, no mixing, which would you go for?" He's prying, he knows, but he's also very drunk. Normally he wouldn't assume Childermass was much of anything given his stunningly dry personality. After his conversations with Strange about Childermass without even having to pry for information he's a bit more curious.

He has a feeling if he sits on the floor he might go through it and he takes care not to trip on any rugs visible. Eyeing everything in the cabin out of habit for any visual changes on Childermass' part, it's hard not to start snooping around or poking at notes. He is a very hands on person. Before he even gets a chance to even consider whether he should or not he's assaulted by the massive mound of fur again and will turn on heel perhaps a bit too sharply. At least he has nothing left to throw up.

He knows better than to touch someone else's dog given how many Lords and Counts housed them in his world. His hand is out for the Arcanine to sniff at unless he goes for the full body experience given his size, and Baker will pick up on the scent of apples, the lingering scent of that slime for the spa bath bomb, and perhaps speckles here and there of blood from whatever remained on his Tease. Tyki kept clean for the most part as he was in love with the hot showers provided in this world. "Aren't you a handsome boy~"

Even if he had been given time to start snooping, or should he find that time again, Tyki will find notes being compiled on the carnival's latest exploits — primarily, Heartstone Manor. Since Baker almost immediately interrupts him, however, well, who knows what Childermass has written about it.

"If I had to?" Ridiculous. Why would he even have to in the first place? To choose one or the other. "Four cats, I suppose. I don't have the time at home to train four dogs, much less the space to, and four cats can roam and keep themselves fed."

It's the most frugal decision. To be fair, he doesn't even have a place of his own in England, barring whatever space they can spare at Starecross for when he isn't away on business, but then, Tyki wouldn't know that. If he had specified owning them within the carnival, well, perhaps the answer could have been different, but for now, it's cats and, having answered that, Childermass crosses the cabin floor to the little kitchenette, to fetch a glass of water.

Baker, meanwhile, does sniff Tyki's offered hand first but almost immediately moves on to trying to pinpoint that slime smell and that means a six foot something tall fluffball of a dog is invading his space until Childermass gets back to tell him off.

Those would interest him greatly if he wasn't distracted right now. He had missed the entirety of what happened other than bits and pieces he heard from passing servants and carnival members once he was no longer enchanted. He knows about the Rose and how Childermass was responsible for obtaining it with his misfit and yet well planned group. Then he saw through the mirrors the Prince's death.

"Maybe I was wrong then. You would prefer what ever is less hassle..." His words trail off because Childermass is taking the fun out of the questioning and he doesn't really expect this conversation to go on long. He can read body language and tone well even if Childermass had a good poker face of neutral and always bored. Out of context he can only assume.

Yet what pings him the most is the wording of 'don't have the time' and he'll ask that in a second. Right now his supervisor has stepped away and left him with a very curious dog. The slime is mostly concentrated on his back where he soaked mostly from the petrification being centered there. There is also a linger of it here and there in his hair. That fur is awfully warm and Baker might find him hugging his head and mushing into it with a soft laugh. Normally he might not be so enthusiastic in hugging someone else's dog but so fluffy and so warm just makes him glomp it. He's enabling this behavior and he knows it.

"Don't get me wrong," Childermass calls back in reply from the kitchen area. "I care very much for Baker, but he is quite the unique case."

As weird as it is to admit, it's also pointless to try and pretend otherwise. All anyone has to do to see that he spoils that beast rotten is to stand by and watch them for a few minutes, as embarrassing as that is (or would be if Childermass were prone to embarrassment). In any case, he's walking back to Tyki and Baker in time to catch the other man hugging the dog' burying himself against the warm fluff that makes up the arcanine's coat.

He smiles, just a little, though only while Tyki isn't looking.

As for Baker, of course he's fine with being hugged, though that means a good portion of Tyki's face and hair is about to find itself covered in dog slobber because he's definitely licking him.

"I suppose I should get you a towel next..."

He's grinning into the ball of fluff that is currently smooshed around his face at Childermass' call and his words, while muffled, are still terribly too honest, "Oh I know you aren't as aloof and cold as you appear to be. You do care about some things. You're not heartless."

Not that he wanted Childermass to appear any differently. He fit the role of Acquisitioner well. He would find a hard time obeying someone who acted like the Nightrider or Joker. Tyki himself spoiled a lot of things rotten when they gave him attention. He was an enabler after all.

The sudden slobber attack does gain Baker some protest on his end with his hands suddenly trying to keep said tongue at arms length. He has a mop head of a messy hair right now with how long it flows down his back and how it wasn't braided and barely pinned back. Nope, just going to Power to Choose back through a chair in attempting to back up with a hearty laugh, "Okay, okay. Too much affection, Baker. A towel would be unwelcomed~"

"Just don't let anyone in on that," Childermass answers the claim that he's not heartless with that little joke. Already back from the kitchen, he'll wave Baker away from Tyki before going anywhere else, pointing adamantly to the cabin's rug and adding firmly, "Go, lay down. Go on."

Baker doesn't move on right away, but whines first. He only relents and steps away from the other man once it's clear Childermass isn't going to stop pointing at the rug. One big doggy sigh later, Tyki's arcanine-free and Bakers flopping down somewhere near the middle of the cabin, a big pile of orange fur watching the two of them curiously.

That's when he'll finally set the glass of water down on the table and turn to go off somewhere else in the cabin to find a towel.

"Your secret is safe with me," he retorts as Childermass is commanding the dog away and all that warmth he was surrounded in disappears after some effort. He kind of misses being buried in warmth from his collective family or the way Morticia would press against him at night. Tyki would always be a family man and he appreciated small comforts as reminders.

The conman is generally happy at Baker's whining and when he becomes a good boy by listening. Now he can start collecting less slobber on his person. For a moment he almost activates his power more intensely than it already is to allow it to shed off him much like he did the slime. He doesn't though on the account that he probably shouldn't dirty any flooring or rugs. He'll be patient and wait for that towel.

It doesn't stop him from walking over to fetch that water and he manages to grasp it on his first try. He's thirsty and that probably helps keep his power working. He finds somewhere to sit near that table and plops himself into it as he takes long and slow gulps of the glass. Right now, it is literally the only thing left in his stomach and he's filling it.

Childermass won't be gone long, seeing how it isn't exactly a huge cabin by any stretch of the imagination. So, he's gone to search, then back again almost immediately, towel in tow. He'll set it down on the table next to where Tyki's sitting, rather than tossing it to him or any other such nonsense like that.

Not when the man's wasted and covered in dog slobber, certainly not.

"In all honesty, I should just get you an entire pitcher of water and then make you go lay down, Mr. Mikk. You shouldn't have gone out visiting in this state."

There's a good chance the towel might've passed right through him. The reason he's struggling with his power at all was that it was always passively active. He had to actually choose to touch things when he reached out for them. While it usually happened subconsciously, much like breathing was to anyone, his mind was unfocused. It's why when he sets the glass back down on the table and opts for the towel instead his hand will pass through one to reach the other with the glass fusing to the table when he dips into it too far.

He smothers his face with the towel and rubs it down the side of his neck. Childermass might notice a few buttons out of place here and there from his hazardous redressing of himself at the spa. Herbert was rushing him just a little. There's a deep chuckle at the mild scolding in his direction and he's lowering the towel into his lap moments later.

"That doesn't sound like a terrible idea but I wouldn't want to impose on your isolation. I was following my Tease but it came to you instead of my cabin," which only leads him to assume he pulled the tracker instead of the one he's designated and ordered to be his mail carrier. "In short, I went the wrong way."

"Yes, I noticed as much," Childermass replies, completely unsurprised. He couldn't really think of any reason for a wasted Tyki to stagger his way to the far end of the village and puke all over his snowy front yard besides being lost, horribly, horribly lost, and now here he is. So, he idly folds his arms across his chest, leaning his weight back on one heel as he does, and gives Tyki an extremely unimpressed look, but that can't be too surprising.

"But seeing how you've already imposed, you may as well stay where I can keep an eye on you. I am as responsible for your safety as I ever am, even if we're off on a holiday."

"Nothing escapes you," he states casually as he watches that Childermass unimpressed air don the man all over again, "but this one knows your scent most likely and just led me here. Or maybe I was unclear of where I wanted to go." Tyki honestly couldn't tell up from down right now other than the fact he was sitting.

His grin grows wider than it already is and he sinks into that chair in a lazy manner. The cabin was warm, he was still tired and thirsty, and he couldn't really argue with the man's words that brought him such cheer and comfort, "If you insist, boss. I wouldn't want to make your responsibility harder~"

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