⇨ 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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[nevergained]

They want...

They want to say a lot of things. Do a lot of things. Hug him, mainly, but Frisk knows that it wouldn't work. He wouldn't accept it. They can't blame him.

They open their mouth to say something, anything, but find there's nothing that would cut it. Sorry is wrong. Sorry is patronizing. "I can fix it." Yeah, they could. Frisk could fix a lot of things with their powers and make it a whole lot worse. In those darker timelines, they stopped thinking all together and simply moved on autopilot. Never thought what would happen if they kept going. Couldn't. Fragmented thoughts, not theirs. Body working like a marionette, stiff and unresponsive without guiding hands. Metaphorical.

(* It's us. something says and Frisk doesn't understand who 'us' is)

But they remembered. Always.

And here. A year and a half to get a hint on how to make everyone happy. To find that perfect, golden ending. Frisk was going to work hard to get it. They wanted to see everyone back home smile. Real smiles. Real laughter.

That's all they wanted. But they can't give it on their own.

"...I don't know." Frisk finally says, as quietly as they can. "But I'm going to do the right thing, with the Ringmaster's help."

Frisk looks at the Monster before them. Sans looks so powerful now, maybe even stronger then they could imagine or hope to win against if it came to a FIGHT. But right now? He looks more tired then they've ever seen him, burdened with a weight he shouldn't have to carry. Maybe, they think, once their year and a day contact is up, they'll talk to the Ringmaster again.

Frisk wanted to make sure everyone was happy. They don't necessarily need to be apart of it afterwards.

"I'll stay out of your way if you want me to. We...we don't have to talk anymore."

They've done enough.

[osteothropy]

Sans keeps looking at them, like he's hoping that staring long enough will make the image before him make more sense. It doesn't seem to. Worse yet, he can't even pull together a solid impression to take away. He can't say good riddance. He can't say 'you're forgiven.'

Is he ever going to know what to do with this? Is there ever going to be closure, now that he knows to what depths he was betrayed? Can a bad person become a good person, if they try hard enough? Can they make up for what they've done?

He's never really known the answer to these questions. He was easier when he posed them to other people.

As tempting as the idea of never having to deal with any of this ever again is, he knows that's now how it's going to work out. Someday, he'll have to deal, even if its in his own head. No matter where he is, those memories stay with him. He needs to learn how to make things right with himself as much as anyone else.

"Eh," he mumbles, partly defeated, partly dismissive, entirely unsure. "Maybe later."

And then he vanishes. Now that part is quintessentially Sans.