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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He fell asleep over a half an hour ago and if Herbert noticed him when Ginko left he'll notice now that Tyki was no longer there in nearly a span of a few seconds. The truth was he had slipped into the slime finally as wings gave way and his body slurped into the thick slime completely from head to toe. With his Power to Choose passively active it was surprising that he hadn't disappeared through the Moon already. Perhaps it was his mind recognizing he needed to stay in the tub or his dream making himself cozily snug against the floor of the spa tub just so. Or maybe it was the fact that for the last week he often slept inside of his water tank within the Big Top.

No matter how Herbert discovers he's missing Tyki isn't drowning at least even if he might not be aware of that. Oops. One day he might listen.

Herbert is only sitting for approximately 5 seconds before what has changed about this scene occurs to him and he explodes upwards to his feet, striding over to the hot tub. The slime is....translucent, rather than totally opaque, and he can see the shape of Tyki at the bottom. This could be a case similar to Sans--but it was easier to deal with with Sans, what with him being an animate skeleton. Tyki seems human enough, despite some slight blood abnormalities which means Herbert can't just let this slide.

He struggles out of his overcoat, and then his suit jacket, tossing both over by the chair before reaching into the hot tub in his shirt sleeves, trying to grab at Tyki. Immediately, he misses, or he thinks he does, anyway, hands waving through Tyki. His fingers grasp through the slime as he tries to get a hold of Tyki who is, somehow, unreachable despite being perfectly visible at the bottom of the hot tub, Herbert leaning in, up on one toe to try and reach him.

At least Herbert has some style underneath the tacky overcoat and he can give him moderate credit for that. The best part of originally being human is that he basically was. It was only for the fact that he shouldn't be sleeping in slime in the first place that made him prolonged to some dangers at the way oxygen didn't filter the same way. He's still unharmed or would be for a decent while. He shouldn't try to test that theory in any case. The carnival always had strange effects on his powers.

Herbert might find difficulty latching on with that tingly sensation until it starts to bother Tyki and he's somewhat jostled awake. Bubbles escape to the surface with a pop as Herbert finds holding all of a sudden somewhere on Tyki's back. He can't exactly choose not to touch the petrification and with the feeling of being touch his whole body deactivates all at once. Tyki's not exactly helping with hefting himself out of the slime but he'll make a grunt once he can breathe properly out of the slime, "Oi...everyone is such rude awakeners." Tyki, that isn't even a word.

It almost feels vaguely electric and Herbert wonders if this has to do with the effect of the medicinal sphere on an unaffected person...but when it goes away and he finally gets a hand onto Tyki he comes up with another hypothesis. It's honestly getting a little irritating, how much he was left in the dark on regarding these patients. That will have to change.

Leaving the one hand on Tyki in case moving it makes him go incorporeal again, Herbert reaches for one of Tyki's arms with the other hand and hooks under it before moving the first hand to do the same on the other side. He hasn't got enough leverage to just pull up considering his height so he uses his weight to come down as he pulls, elbows on the side of the hot tub. Tyki is waterlogged and heavy, potentially still unconscious, a dead weight Herbert has to drag up. With the side to brace his arms against he finally manages a bicep curl and as Tyki breaks the surface... he talks.

Herbert honestly isn't immediately sure whether to feel relieved he isn't going to be forced to perform CPR or irritated that Tyki was apparently fine and made him go through all that effort anyway. After a moment, he unsurprisingly settles on the latter, letting go and straightening once he's sure Tyki won't just slide right back down.

"It would help in future if you, informed us of any inhuman aspects we need to take into consideration," he grouses, "such as not requiring respiration or a tendency to shift incorporeal. I can't know if the medicinal bath will work if it...is through instead of on the infection as it wasn't something I knew I'd have to test for!"

Tyki is no help during the entire process from being lifted to being roused unsatisfactorily. His head will slump backwards against the back of the spa treatment and his shoulders slump unceremoniously when he's let go. He's not sliding down but he's doing nothing to prevent it from happening again.

His eye cracks open, one and then the other in an uncoordinated manner, and it takes him a second to even realize he's properly awake. He hasn't been asleep for long and already he feels like all of his energy got knocked right out of him. He snorts rudely and lifts his hand out of the slime bath to wave in an uncaring way. Yet his fingers are already counting for him. His half grin is lazy.

"One, you're too loud. Two, while you do have a very nice jawline you're not a woman nor handsome enough for for me to allow you to put your mouth anywhere near mine. Three, you're way too bossy. Four, several people know I am capable of ...whatever you called it. It's not my fault if you are misinformed. And five.... I'm a little thirsty."

They need nurses. This is precisely the kind of bullshit nurses should be dealing with.

"I'll remember in future: if cardiac arrest occurs and a model trained in CPR isn't present you'd prefer to die. Should I have you sign a waver?" He scowls for a moment and then reaches out again to rest his hands on the edge of the hot tub, just in case he has to lunge for Tyki again.

"How long... have you been in there--has the stone healed yet?"

There are technically nurses or a nurse but probably not someone who should handle this situation right now. Tyki kind of needs an adult.

He reaches up to poke Herbert's nose at him being so snooty and rude, "Well, if I'm going to die and I can't get someone at least decent looking then maybe I shouldn't live at all." Yet he snorts again at such an offhanded comment, "It would take a lot to stop my heart."

At his more serious question he plants a hand on the edge of the tub and when it goes right through it Herbert will find him grasping for the edge with some failed attempts here and there. It's only when he does grab it that he'll push himself up and out so he can sit on the edge. His manticore wings stretch outwards with a faint twitch at not having been able to move them with the petrification, "You tell me, Mister Bossy and Rude."

Steven has been busy and Herbert hasn't met him yet, or he'd absolutely apply him to this job. He's stronger than Herbert, for one.

Anyway, Herbert's eyes cross slightly and he makes a face as Tyki whimsically boops his nose and is just generally whimsical at him. This is exactly the kind of person who ignores the instruction of medics. He's not sure, however, whether to take his last whimsical comment as drunken boasting, or something literal he ought to note down. He'll note it down, he thinks. Just in case.

Also, he's starting to get kind of cold now? But he'll ruin his jacket, putting it on like this, and besides, he doesn't want to have to dig Tyki up from the bottom again. But then, Tyki pulls himself out, at least, so he backs away to at least grab his overcoat from the snow, pulling it over his own wet shoulders. That inconsistent drunk control over what is evidently a power Tyki possesses is something to note as well.

"West," he corrects. "Herbert West." Reaching out, he prods fingers firmly along Tyki's back where stone used to be, feeling for lumps under the skin around the wings. That's something he understands and knows how to find, unlike these wings. He'll have to learn about animal parts, he's finding. It will make working here easier.

Forget the fact that he likely left a glob of slime on Herbert's nose with a lack of care as Tyki makes every attempt to rise to his feet without consideration that he might not be ready to get up right now. It's only when something is jabbing his back does he reflexively shiver at being touched somewhere sensitive and halt his rise upwards. He spent a good while in that slime with Joker before he dozed off and went under. It's completely cured with decent results.

The only real thing to note is the angry and thick scars that stretch down Tyki's back, around his side, and across his front. Following the pattern it looks as if he was once cleaved in half and while the damage is significant on both sides his front has the thicker portions.

"What kind of herb?" he asks as if all he heard was the word Herb in general. Sorry, he's just not paying that much attention which is likely why Herbert was getting away with touching Tyki at all. His wings are reacting as they raise with each touch to his back. Slowly, he's getting a little unnerved. Ginko had at least asked. Then again, Tyki had somewhat invited the unwanted touch.

Well, Tyki didn't ask Herbert either before spreading slime onto his nose, so. The scars are interesting but just as something else to take a mental note of. He's not at the point yet where he's assuming that people who seem fine have been sliced in half before. He notes that the petrification has healed fairly quickly, with no apparent stone remaining in the dermis.

That determined, he removes his hands and wipes them off on his trousers...and then after some wrinkling of his nose, pulls the heel of his hand down over it in an attempt to remove the slime. It's mostly effective, even if his sleeves are still dripping with it.

"West," he responds, flatly. Like he hasn't heard that one before. He skipped two grades, he was a tiny kid among assholes, step it up, Tyki. Ask him if he's a weed. He enunciates louder this time, his jaw working around the words. "Heeeerbert West. What kind of, tea are you?"

His back is starting to twitch the more he touches but thankfully that does not last long. Even with his drunken awareness he remembers when he has such a rough way with any type of medics. Their services were almost unimportant and yet here in the carnival all that had changed. Something could affect him now when it came to fae and he hates it.

See, if he was trying to insult him he would be far more devious than that. Tyki had a way of getting under someone's skin literally and metaphorically. His gifted silvertongue and probing often did the job. Right now he's just grasping for straws so it's kind of pathetic.

"East?" he responds again as if it is a game, "Herbert West sounds far too official. Pick something else." He rises to his feet finally and looks around for his clothes as that slime starts to fall off his body in globs now that his power has activated again and it can no longer touch him.

"Official..." says Herbert, laughing around the word before becoming serious again. "It's my name. ...Herbert. If you must." He stays up against the tub because that is some fast standing up for the amount of alcohol that was in the medicine. Once Tyki leaves the tub he can finally go home and change. Stop having to mind drunks soaking wet in the cold.

At least Tyki has interesting powers. The slime hasn't reacted like that to anyone else.

Well, well. The serious man can laugh. That's always nice to hear in any official soul. The standing isn't really working out for him and he finds himself leaning against the wall almost completely naked. If the cold was bothering him it definitely was not showing. The moment he lifts a foot to put his pants on he'll find himself on his ass again against said wall kicking a leg into it.

"Herbert. Heeeerbert. Bert. Berty. Herbt," comes the sounding of his name. He makes a face at that just for a couple of seconds and then just grins again, "Eh, whatever you say, Mister Official."

See, this is why he needs actual files on these people. Is Tyki actually not cold and he's going to be totally fine? Or does he just think he's fine due to dilating blood vessels and he's going to die of hypothermia if Herbert doesn't help him? He stares into the middle distance for a bit in reaction to the name mangling before crouching down.

"You should...get inside," he suggests. "Put your clothes on in your cabin."

Maybe some people don't like to know someone has a shareable file on them for everyone to look at when needed. If Herbert wanted to learn anything he'd just have to ask. There is maybe one person who knows anything about him in more intense detail and a scattered few that know bits and pieces. Then again, there is no guarantee that Tyki will spill everything.

"Aww, are you worried about me, Heeeeerbert?" It's a shame he won't make it back to his cabin from here.

If Herbert had files, he certainly wouldn't tell anyone involved. Nor would he ask: it's worked poorly so far and he doesn't trust patients to accurately self-report.

"I'm...responsible for your well-being," he settles on. "It would, reflect poorly on the Cure Team if someone died during the healing process, I'm sure you can agree." He is absolutely not helping Tyki put his pants on. That would be the last straw.

He's learned over the many years of doing dirty things for information that people when properly motivated could dig up just about anything. In his world, telling secrets got you killed. Here, things are much more relaxed. So he would understand how people might not tell the truth.

"You mean it is your job," he corrects him. He would go on about how he got himself into this mess but right now he wasn't that somber. "Though it wouldn't be your job anymore if I suddenly died from your slime." It's okay, he's gotten his pants on at least, even if not zipped up quite yet, and now he was fondling around for his shirt.

"The medicinal bath was, thoroughly tested!" Herbert is suddenly offended again. Excuse you, Tyki, it's like you don't believe he's qualified for the job he's taken. If anything, he's overqualified, he thinks. "If you die from anything it will be...exposure or falling down and cracking open your fool head!" He stands up again from his crouch and has to catch his overcoat as it falls off his shoulders.

"I told all of you to, avoid the cures in conjunction." Bending down, he'll attempt to grab Tyki's shirt and drop it in his lap. Speed up the process.

Oh hello little button to push. He's starting to grin a little wider at the fact he found something fun to poke at though it looks far too lazy right now to be anything sinister. And no, he doesn't trust the medical team at all to be 'qualified' since from what he has heard of is a kid and someone else. Anyone new is going to get teased especially if they are taking it personally.

"No, if I die from anything it'll be the soul poison or being poisoned from the cure," he says again more firmly as he sneakily feeds him information bit by bit. He's making him work for it. He laughs suddenly as his shirt is flopped down and he fiddles with a sleeve as he talks, "Oh? Is that what you said with all of that fancy talk? Besides, I remember you 'advising' us not directly saying we shouldn't. Or else 'make sure we're supervised', correct?"

"Neither," Herbert asserts. "The cure has been 100 percent effective. If you, require it I will use small, simple words for you next time I make an announcement. I wouldn't wa-hant to tax your mind, too much."

There are so many people here who will take any leeway as an excuse. Herbert will have to be very careful with his words, apparently. How tedious. He wipes his hands on his trousers, attempting to remove the water that's dripped down from his sleeves.

"Are you immune to...cold as well as drowning?" Simple words, and impatient ones. "Do you, even need further supervision?"

"I would appreciate that, Herb. A whole lot," though whether he is being serious or not is entirely different matter. He doesn't take it as an insult either way.

With his pants on and his shirt now haphazardly buttoned wrong in every direction he's attempting to rise to his feet all over again. It was just the matter of toeing on his shoes and shrugging his coat onto his body with a flailing arm.

"Not immune. I cheat," is his vague answer. "You're entirely human. You're not." It's why he's reaching out to grab Herbert's sleeve and drag his hand down it. If Herbert allows the touch he'll find him pawing at his arm until it actually makes contact and with one long drag he touches the watery slime and not his shirt or arm. All of it just slumps to the floor in an instant and Herbert will find a dry sleeve.

Except that's just one sleeve and he might forget about the other one. "I just need to get home."

Herbert, meanwhile, isn't sure whether or not the familiar shortening of his first name is meant as an insult. He's not fond of it, and possibly less fond of having to dumb down his future announcements.

But someone else who isn't human... It's hard to tell with people as they are, here, but he'll make a mental note of that. Herbert assumes he's going to be used for steadying, and being as that's arguably his job right now, he allows it. His eyes widen and brows furrow with interest as Tyki somehow manages to pull the slime out of his shirt.

"Where are you staying?" he asks. He feels more generous about leading Tyki back to his cabin if he can maybe fish some information about his magic out of him at the same time.

To be honest Tyki doesn't really know either. It's just going to be a thing now for the meanwhile that he's still intoxicated and if it sticks later he'll just have to deal with it.

It's not as if everyone could see souls like Tyki can. He knows what a human soul is and that was the extent of that. He could tell if someone was human or not and he'd learn over time what other souls looked like.

"...in a cabin? Somewhere over there," he says as he points to literally all of the cabins. "But don't worry. I have a guide~" To which he'll open his palm to reveal a sudden purplish black butterfly with poker faces on the wing tips. "He can lead me home."

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