lostcarnival | ⇨ 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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"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."

⇨ THE LUNAR SOLSTICE

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