lostcarnival | (open) i have made the fire up bright

Who: Joker and whoever else
What: The best way to recover from trauma is to aggressively ignore it, right? And bake.
When: D13 and onwards, with special shoutout to D19
Where: The Carnival Cookhouse, and about the moon

A - D13 onwards, Cookhouse

[Joker can't exactly say he understands fae holidays, which he supposes is nothing new. Despite the fact that they all live under the Ringmaster's employment and interact with her fairly regularly, very few people probably understand the details that go into the fae life. Still, he understands the concept of giving gifts well enough, especially with the various worlds he's seen which all have their own holidays. He figures he can come up with something well enough.]

[While the marketplace is and well and good, Joker doesn't have nearly enough for the amount of people he wants to give things to- especially some of the new faces around, who he suspect might be feeling a little fish out of water. Well, fortunately, there's always one thing guaranteed to be done.]

[For the rare soul that ventures down into the Carnival for whatever reason... They will find that smoke is wafting up from the cookhouse, and the lights are all on. Opening the doors will find a certain song wafting out from the kitchen. Its singer is wearing some jeans and a simple white sweatshirt. His cooking gear that he won't mind if it gets a little messy.]

Tom, he was a piper's son...

[The small of gingerbread is thick in the air, along with a couple of other things he has in mind, and Joker is casually at work decorating what appear to be, yep, gingerbread men. Feathers the Dartrix is on the counters, casually observing, and looks up when someone appears. Enjoy the cooed greeting.]

B - The Moon, various days

[With how long he was out of commission, just laying around and trying to deal with being poisoned, that really hasn't given his wings much time to get their usual exercise... So Joker is back on the moon with everyone else, flying about.]

[....And other things.]

[As the snowball going for someone's head will attest to.]

Watch out~.

[Look at this smug asshole, in his glittery jacket and his striped scarf. It's made worse by the fact that he's actively juggling snowballs in his one good hand.]

C - Joker's Wild

[This post will also be used for various 1x1 things for Joker to do, but if you have something in particular to approach him about, let me know! I'm flexible for him to do all sorts of things now that he's recovered from poison.]

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[Gongenzaka, for his part, is doing his very best-he's still a little surprised to have been called down to help bake gingerbread but...well, it's nothing he could say no to. In fact, he likely agreed to help very loudly.

Gongenzaka uses both his arms, and his vines, to stir and prepare the batter-it is the sound of dripping however, which alerts him to the one beside him. Erm....this one is...

...Who, again? Well.] Auh...Excuse me, miss..! [He awkwardly begins, coughing.] ...Your tail-!

Huh? Oh. Yeah. Thanks.

[Barely reacting, she puts the spoon on the table besides her bowl, the movement a little stiff - her tail is all smooth keratinous segments and suedelike pseudofur, and she's not used to being able to control it this finely - aaaand hunches back over the latest diagram, drawing a fresh line over it and sucking on her bottom lip.]

Maybe if I just give up and solder it... no, there's still a weak point.

[Oiiii oiii.... This is where he's putting his own spoons down. He's not optimistic enough to think that unrelated chatter means there's any focus on the batter. If anything, he half suspects that in a minute or so, he'll catch it dripping again. So instead, he turns.]

....It would appear that you are not truly invested in what we are doing here, miss.

[She only barely looks up.]

I almost have something. I've got to write it down and draw it out, and then I can get back to things.

[Scout's been working on this for ten, fifteen minutes and seems intent and frustrated rather than on the edge of revelation.]

Go on without me. I didn't add baking powder yet so the chemical reaction there won't be exhausted before it's time to put it in the oven.

[Hooooohhhboy. Gongenzaka seems to study her a moment, and then eventually, crosses his arms.] If I, the man Gongenzaka, may ask, what is it that you are working with, then?

[...yeah, okay, she should probably pause. Scout straightens up, grimacing a little, and work some developing kinks out of her joints. They crackle loudly as she moves her neck and arms.]

My life, basically. Me. There's a whole lot of ritual symbolism and stuff that doesn't make sense to anyone else. I need to make it right.

Your life?

[He needs to lean over, in order to look toward what she's working on. He holds his chin with one hand, and squints at the notes, frowning.] ...I, the man Gongenzaka, can certainly not speak for what it is on these papers specifically.... ...but if you claim it is your life, then it must be something of great importance, all the same.

....Yet you came here, while such a thing was on your mind? [he adds, raising a brow.]

[Scout's hand flexes like she'd like to cover the paper or take it away, but she doesn't. Idly she notes that being that tall and having a muzzle means looking at these things requires definite chin-tucking, and wonders if his neck is more flexible these days. She's had little to do with him but does remember when he looked more human.]

Joker wanted help, so I came to see. I owe him. Until I get this finished I can't stop thinking about it, though. Really I should be spending a month dedicated to it above everything, but there's allowance for taking only three days.

[Hmm? Now that's something that brings his attention. Admittedly, he probably should have spoken to her...once or twice in the past. It's a shame he hadn't gotten a name, but...well, there's a time for everything. For now, he finds himself lowering down to a 'seat'-something that arguably brings him to the average standing height.]

If it is not too much to ask.... ....For something which is so vital, and requires such time, how is it that an allowance for so much less, could exist?

At the very least, from where I, the man Gongenzaka, stand... ...something which is your very life should be given as much time as it requires.

[Also-] Beyond that, if it is something so vital, enough to distract you so much, would not Joker understand a decision to focus on this over baking....

A month is already the short version, actually. But you need the most ideal, specific circumstances to even have a month to dedicate like that, and there's the practical side. Sometimes you can't go that long without a weapon.

[Her lips compress a little.]

Well, I'm still part of this world, and I should still be part of it. I just need to work more to balance things.

Mnh?!

It is a weapon you speak of? [That sounds proper, but also brings a few more concerns to the table.] ....It looks like...no weapon I, the man Gongenzaka, have ever seen..! ...If anything, I would have mistaken these for notes regarding a machine of some sort...

[He stands corrected, apparently. As is.] ...If you cannot cast it from mind, yet cannot focus on any other task while it is upon your mind, however...

...that does not bode well, for any future matter.

Yeah. A weapon and a tool, a finely calibrated machine... maybe you've seen me with it, I don't know. It looks like a sword with a blade made of blue light.

[She looks a little bit pained. Scout used to have only enthusiasm for her lightsaber. With everything that's happened it's more bittersweet now, with a heavier weight on it.]

It's not that I can't, but I can't - I shouldn't - just ignore it, either. Even if I'm the only one who can carry this tradition, there's nothing forcing me.

Hmnn...a sword of light... [He thinks upon it for a moment, before looking a little worriedly to her.] ...You misunderstand. One's traditions and values are indeed a thing that shape one's life...but at this moment, it would appear as though you are if anything forcing it.

If this blade is something which you pour your very soul into-something which represents your soul, rather... ...Should it not speak to you with something other than frustration? [Because wow, is it Obvious right now.]

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