⇨ WISMUTH

[ringleaders]

Who: Everyone!
When: S2:D6-D11
Where: Wismuth and the Carnival Grounds
What: The carnival enjoys a few days in Wismuth, a coastal city on this planet's version of the American east. However, there are a few things very unique about this version of the planet...
Warnings: The usual, wholesome fun.

PILLAR OF CREATION↴ Upon arriving, things in Wismuth will seem pretty peaceful. It's a massive city, with no shortage of things going on, but things like violent crime and homelessness are at an all time low. You can wander the streets without much scrutiny, presumed to just be tourists, and most people here come across as helpful and friendly. ► VIBRANCY: The main thing that sets this planet apart is its vibrancy - AKA, the raw creative energy its filled with, flowing from its status as a Pillar of Creation. There is no literal pillar, but Wismuth and its planet is a place where Creation's energy comes through strongest. As a result, everything here feels somehow more real, more intense in a way that's hard to put a finger on. Life is abundant, and its bleeds through in every sensation. ► ATTRACTIONS: There are plenty of things to see while going around the city. First and foremost, there is a lovely beach area bordering the ocean, and a number of tourist aimed attractions built around it. There are giant malls, movie theaters, live stage performances, museums and all kinds of other points of cultural interest. Anything you can do in a big city you can do here, but better. ► ALLOWANCES: The Ringmaster will be giving everyone a reasonable amount of local currency for a few days on the town. You can't make any massive acquisitions with it, but it's more than enough to eat out, see some shows, go to the beach, and whatever you like. You can feel free to pick up some casual supplies, like mundane clothing and souvenirs. There will be more given out later, after the performance week. ► PERFORMANCE: Performance week is starting early this time, after only a couple days of exploration. When the carnival has already been on vacation for a month, the Ringmaster figures they may as well get right to it, and then do more touring afterwards. Members of the local populace will find themselves in the carnival once performances begin, dazzled by the other worldly sights. Magic doesn't seem to exist here, despite the fact that it will flow easier for people bringing it from other worlds.

Comments

Mr. Gold | OTA

[magicsprice]

[museums, antiques and libraries, oh my]

While others might be interested in more frivolous attractions, Gold focuses on ones that might be more informative. The carnival or he may never visit this world again after this visit, but that doesn't mean he should just ignore what history it has and what lessons that history might be capable of conveying via its museums, libraries and yes, even its antique shops. He's fond of antiques because old things have stories of their own. Even if the item is actually new, the style and creation of an item can have fascinating tales attached to them, if the owner of the shop has bothered to learn them.

Gold can be found browsing the shops, wandering through the museums and exploring the libraries. In libraries, he'll occasionally pause to pick out a book to peruse silently for a time until he's either finished it or has grown bored of it. Once finished with the book, he'll replace it and move on.

[opportunistic? or smart business sense?]

Gold has chosen to use his given allowance of the local currency to purchase a good amount of drinks of various sorts. Namely, the sort people typically prefer to partake of after a good romp on the beach under the sun. It's easy to set himself up a table with an ice-filled cooler to hold the drinks and a sign stating that he's got ice-cold drinks he's willing to sell for a 'reasonable' price. Of course, that reasonable price is twice the amount he had paid for them originally. He's not above taking advantage of the locals visiting the beach and charging them for the convenience of saving them the hassle of getting dressed and leaving the beach to get their drinks.

[wildcard]
[If you want to encounter Gold within the Carnival, feel free to hit this option up. When not hanging around wardrobe, he'll be wandering the grounds.]

WILDCARD gonna get that gold i mean straw

[soft_focus]

Reira has a pretty typical system of work. A lot of the bigger things are handled by Ginko and Jasper-the latter especially, between having the strength and the inhuman stamina to pull various feats off. What Reira does handle, absolutely however, are basics. When it's clean up day, she helps brush things down or bathe them, and whenever the morning starts she makes sure there's plenty of food-and for those without a stretch of pond or stream in the enclosure, water. And on bedding change day...

Well, she goes in to enter the shed where such supplies are stored, intending to get a big, Big bundle of straw with which to set things proper for the Fancy Chicken.

She may be in for a surprise, however.

[Antique shop?]

[singinghuntress]

Rip had her fill of the modern sights and gadgets that seemed to be prevalent in every store she looked into. Admittedly, some of those trinkets were interesting enough to buy or amuse her for a few short moments before she moved on.

But, in the end..she was growing tired of it. Which lead the huntress to dig a little deeper and look for shops that sold items from eras gone by. Which, may be how she found herself wandering into an old out of the way Antique shop not far behind Gold.

Seeing some of the older items actually made her smile a little...reminders of an era similar to the one she grew up in. For the moment, she didn't even realize Gold was even there as she started looking at old crystal bowls and small little statues. Right now, Rip wasn't angry or on the defensive, she was relaxed and almost innocent looking.

library!

[kingsroads]

Strange has commandeered an entire table. He's got far too many books on the table and yet he's looking for more. There's between ten to twenty books on Strange's table that fit into three categories: history books (usually pre1850s), slightly woo-woo books about magic and magical history, and fairy tales. The fairy tales and books about magic outnumber the history texts, which is why Strange has gotten up from his seat to borrow a few more books.

As Gold looks through one of his books, Strange bends over slightly to look at the spine. Good. A history book, that looks like it has potential, he'll want to borrow that.

"May I borrow that book when you're finished?" he bluntly asks Gold, not really caring that the man's already reading it. "I'm sitting at the table over there," he says, gesturing to the giant mess of a library table he's created.

Wildcard

[crimsonfallenangel]

Did Rumplestilskin feel like being stalked by a Luzon Bleeding-heart dove, just over three feet tall? Whether he wants it or not, Anghel has chosen to follow him around, crouching as low to the ground as he can get, as though to hide his presence.

Anghel would have better off walking normally. He stands out even more when he's trying to be stealthy and a large bird with a bright red spot on his chest doesn't blend in easily to begin with. (It isn't blood, despite it's appearance. It's what his plumage is supposed to look like.)

(Anghel has some unique abilities, so I'd appreciate it if you could take a look at this.)

The library

[sunflowerfields]

Libraries! Now these are much more Hinawa's thing. You don't have to hand over any coins or slips of paper to use them. And they have cookbooks! She's in heaven.

She doesn't wait to find a chair to start perusing the tome she's picked out- which makes things interesting when she walks right into Gold. Oops?

WILDCARD

[moonfang]

[it's not long after being given their assignments that Zangetsu barges into the wardrobe tent with a piece of paper in hand

Oi! Is someone named "Gold" here?

Connie Maheswaran | OTA

[sworntothesword]

Trailer

She wasn't sure exactly when it happened; she actually still had a couple of molars that were growing in, teeth weirdness was just a thing. But she was Pretty Sure, right now, looking in the mirror, that these canines were way longer than they should be. And now that she was looking, that wasn't all; her entire jaw seemed to be shifting to make room on the sides, to let her enlarged canines fit together when she closed her mouth.

It was the gaps that really got her to notice them, while she'd been eating some chips, and a sharp edge had hurt when it hit the exposed gums.

"I guess... it's starting," she said. She wasn't sure how to feel about that. It wasn't a surprise, she'd seen some crazy things on everyone else, not the least of which Steven. She could probably look at this as kind of a neat milestone, a rite of passage, in a way.


Library

Hey, she's in a place with a Library, can't waste that opportunity! She's actually kind of interested in finding out if she can discover more about this 'pillar of creation,' but there's nothing like that she can find right away. Still, the library she found is Way Bigger than one she's ever been to herself. It's what she imagines the Empire City Public Library looks like, and its easy to get lost in a maze of books and desks and solitude and silence.


Book Shopping

It's nothing compared to the allowance they got on the moon, but the Ring Master did give her enough spending money to go shopping, and SURPRISE she's mostly looking for books. Although she's also spending like half of it just eating junk food she wasn't normally allowed to eat that she couldn't get in Beach City. She's been browsing food blogs to find the good areas to find Street food. You can find her carrying an greasy meaty something wrapped in aluminum foil while simultaneously looking through the printed out map she got from the library. She really wished she had her phone cuz that would make everything way easier, but on the other hand it kind of made her feel like a cultural explorer, in the pre-digital age.

B OOK S

[soft_focus]

Rather frankly, Reira didn't come in here for the books, as much as she's quite fond of them. Actually, she doesn't really know What to go into a store for, at this point. She's sort of decided to play it by ear, because the idea of spending money on herself is so entirely foreign that she's sort of been coasting along with a little satchel of money without even thinking about it.

Including now, when she drives up to the bookstore on her noah bike, past the bookstore, then backs up to the bookstore again-

....There's a cat in the window.

Suffice to say, she is quickly trying to figure out how to lock up her bike properly, and soon enough inside, crawling onto the window seat, and letting the cat sniff her hand. And soon after, holding the very, Very compliant cat for purrs and pets. Yessssss...

............

Oh hello Connie. "Oh-!" At least someone knows what a bookstore is for.

trailer

[starseedling]

Steven leans in to take a look from wherever he is in the trailer. Bud falls of his hair and onto the bed in surprise.

"Oh... cool!" he says, seeing what she's talking about. He pulls up his lip to show her his own fang, muddying the words that follow: "We match!"

STEVEN | DAY 8-9, AFTER THE BLUE ROSE STUFF (OPEN)

[starseedling]

► THE MEDICAL TENT
It's around lunchtime on Day 8 that Steven suddenly finds himself in the medical tent. What had been meant to be an investigative trip to the Blue Rose before work ended up becoming a much more disturbing experience that expected, and in the aftermath Steven is still feeling weak and unsettled.

The most obvious effect of his encounter with the Blue Rose is the fact that all the gems on his body (his naval, his horns, his freckles) have half shifted in tone - instead of being pink, they now have a shade of blue creeping in from the outside like chromatic infection. Inside of his body is a whole other mystery - and a big part of why he's here.

Most of the crystalline vines that had been left sticking out his skin have fallen off by now, leaving nothing but undamaged flesh. Inside, though, things still feel weird - his heartbeat is off, and his chest feels tight. His limbs feel weirdly cold, while his head still feels hot with a gradually fading fever.

He stays laying down once he's brought to a cot by Lambert and Peridot, his tears having started to dry. There's a lot more to this than just the physical effects.

► STEVEN AND CONNIE'S TRAILER
And after all that, there's not much else to do but go back to his trailer and wait it off. He's reminded of when he was injured in the Matrix, and the memories of his dad nursing him back to health brings tears to his eyes. He wonders what his dad would have thought of this. would he think he'd made the right decision?

Connie isn't there when he first arrives, so Steven settles for flopping down with his pile of curious and concerned animal companions. Bud starts poking at him with her claws immediately, chirping with confusion and worry. Lil comes over to give him a good smell, still very much influence by his accicental canine heritage, and then settles down to keep an eye on the door defensively. He hasn't seen Lion yet, but he'll probably be back for a snack soon.

He calls Joker to tell him he can't work today, and then... he's not sure what else to do. He's still not totally sure what happened to him or what it meant. What even is he, anymore? He's not a human, he's not a gem, and he's not even a simple hybrid anymore.

He can't help but wonder what would have happened if the Rose Queen had taken the Rose instead of him.

Med Tent

[chronosynthesis]

Syrlya had largely gone quiet at the end of their (failed?) experiment, leaving Steven in the care of people who knew him better until he's had more of a chance to return to himself. It's a couple hours, then, before he comes around the medical tent. He steps quietly, hands clasped behind his back until he reaches the bed.

"Steven," he starts, tone soft and quieter. "How are you feeling?"

Syrlya is definitely feeling something different from him--it puts him a little ill at ease, but he tries not to show that in his expression.

MED TENT, but right in the immediate aftermath of the rose stuff

[whattaprick]

By the time Steven is brought into the medical tent, briefly evaluated, and consigned to a bed, all the various fluids that Steven has smeared onto Lambert have dried into a semi-sticky patch on the front of his shirt. He doesn't really care about the mess -- he's had far worse covering him in the past, snot and tears are relatively trivial -- but getting clung to by a winged rose kitten is a relatively new experience for him, and a deeply uncomfortable one at that. At least part of it is because it was relatively automatic to offer comfort in the moment, but now that it's over, it's all desperately embarrassing.

Outside that particularly vulnerable interaction, Lambert's back to being closed off and gruff, visibly awkward as he looks Steven over. He hasn't exactly been told to go, but he definitely can't stay, and besides that it's probably best to leave Steven to his bed rest. So he clears his throat and opens his mouth to tell him goodnight.

medical tent

[anti_nonsense]

It isn't long after Steven's been left in the tent that Rita enters, approaching his cot abruptly. She'd said she wanted to perform a magic analysis (though Steven was unconscious at the time), and she intends to do so as soon as possible.

But she realizes, upon nearing his bedside, that this isn't exactly a blastia she can just poke and prod at as she pleases. He's a kid, and one who was visibly distressed during the events from earlier. So... even if Rita doesn't have much in the way of comforting words, just as she had none at the time, she should at least say something.

"Hey. You awake?" she begins by asking, peering at him from a few steps away.

[periphrasing]

"Sssso... That went pretty poorly. But look on the bright side! Iiiit also could have gone much, much worse?"

That's Peridot's rather awkward take on things, anyway. She's trying her best to be comforting about a situation that she still doesn't feel like she has a very good grasp on, offering Steven goofy reassurances and a nervous smile. Though she's trying to keep an upbeat attitude about all this, she's obviously still concerned about him, having dropped by to check on him again before he clears out of the medical tent and heads back to his trailer.

Taako

[tacosgay]

ALLOWANCE

Taako does so love any excuse to spend someone else's money on new swag for himself, so he's gone shopping! It's honestly about time he changed up his wardrobe a little, and maybe he can pick up some shitty souvenirs to put up in his trailer to spite Foster. Not for any particular reason; just because.

He finds himself some new clothes fairly easily; nothing too over the top, of course, he isn't working with a superstar budget here, but it's something. He wanders the more touristy areas after that, headed towards the beach, and it's then that he stumbles across a particular kind of shop that he can't resist looking into; the decor is largely tie-dye and various symbols of modern counter-culture, though still with a distinctly beach vibe. The shelves are lined with... unusual goods: genital-based novelties, things based on what Taako assumes are bands he's never heard of, body jewellery, lighters, and other kitschy and surreal items, all just a little bit overpriced. However, over by the counter is what catches Taako's eye more than anything else here: it's a vividly pink and blue bong, in the shape of a penis.

He's never left a shop more satisfied. If you're out shopping, you might just run into a smug-looking elf with a carefully-wrapped purchase carefully cradled in his hands as he looks over the other storefronts, a spring in his step.

ATTRACTIONS

Where there's a beach, there are waves. Where there are waves, there's Taako, believe it or not: as it turns out, he's actually entirely able to surf, though it's been decades since he's actually done it. He's not the most daring or well-practiced, but he can definitely seem to handle the board he's obtained somehow, his hair tied back in a ponytail to keep it out of his face as much as possible as he rides the waves. Are you a spectator? Another surfer trying to steal his thunder? Someone just trying to get a tan as this fat elf keeps slinging his long hair, throwing water on you?

Allowance

[chronosynthesis]

Syrlya isn't around to shop, necessarily. It started as casual info-gathering, and while Syrlya hasn't forgotten about that there's, perhaps, even less to report about this place than Greysol. The possibility of the Fae riding their backs is the biggest worry, but there's been nothing strange around the carnival... so far.

He rounds the corner wearing slacks and some button up shirt he dug out of the wardrobe tent, letting the glamour do the rest of the work to blend into the city. It puts him right in Taako's path when he stops, turning to him at the sound of his walk.

"Oh, Taako," Syrlya gives him a once over, raising a brow. "You seem pleased."

Victor Nikiforov | OTA

[genice]

morning cuppa, s2:d10 |

It took him two days of sorting through his own head and the sheer overwhelming amount of new, at times contradictory information to settle on things he could do in order to keep himself on task. First and easiest to address was training; he woke himself early, dressing and heading out while trying to make minimal noise. Teenagers usually liked sleep in his experience, and he had no desire to wake Shima if he was still sleeping.

Jogging was a way of getting himself moving, warming up as he wound through the trailers and picked a path at random. He had a vague plan of circling around to the cookhouse eventually, knowing that meant aiming toward the center of the carnival. Along the way, he waved at anyone who didn't happen to resemble a cinder sprites, asking the same question after saying good morning with a cheery smile. "Do you know if there's any decent black tea at the cookhouse?"

watching any performances, any day |

He observes and makes notes for himself on his phone, using an app he already had to jot down abbreviated thoughts in Cyrillic,a deliberate effort on his part. Between shows, he ends up switching over to his camera gallery, sorting some photographs into different folders. It's stupid, he thinks, that he misses someone so much he can feel it bone-deep, but it's true, regardless. He replays the video he has from practice in Hasetsu before the Grand Prix Final, watching Yuri set up for the quad flip, knowing the intensity that'd been on his face that day. In the warm light of a fading fall afternoon, Yuri gains speed, prepping himself for the take-off. He gets full rotations in, arms tucked in close to his core, and lands; lands without falling, without his hand touching down.

Victor hears himself on the video, exclaiming in English, "Yuri, amazing!" before the now wobbling video ends. It's a blessing if what everyone says is true. Not being known to be missing for a year means only Victor has to feel this particular longing. Yuri doesn't have to endure it at all.

wildcard |

( ooc: hit me up for a wildcard and either spin me something within the first few performance days, or i'll spin something random for us! )

morning cuppa

[anti_nonsense]

Rita sits on a lawn chair out in the trailer park, her wings draped lazily over her shoulders and her eyes glued to the pages of an open book in her hands. Her hair and clothes are somewhat disheveled; she pretty much looks like she just rolled out of bed, or perhaps didn't bother sleeping at all.

She glances up at the greeting and subsequent question, then shrugs. "Hm? Probably. I've only had their sweet teas, but it looked like they had a large selection."

Morning cuppa

[tacosgay]

Taako grins, headed towards the cookhouse himself; it's where he works, after all. His long, thick hair is pulled up into a big bun today, to keep it out of the food; it also puts his long, pointed ears on clear display, and they shift expressively, one quirking up as he responds.

"We most definitely do."

His ears aren't honestly the most odd thing about his appearance anymore; he also has a small pair of pointed horns atop his head, and a smattering of violet freckles across his face that seem to glow, even in the sunlight.

But, hey. He seems pretty friendly, right?

AMETHYST

[drrdrrdrr]

THE BEACH

Amethyst loves it here. More real and more intense means that doing weird shit because it feels good feels even better, and she's been making the most of it in the two days before work starts -- but for the most part that hasn't involved other people. She's had plenty of practice getting her more bizarre kicks on her own, and she knows from experience that a lot of people don't really share her passions.

Right now, though, things are a little more subdued -- she's wandering along the beach, idly sipping paint from an extra large soda cup and looking for washed up treasure to collect. Glamoured so as not to startle the locals by being purple, she looks more or less the way she did in Portland, with wild blonde hair and brown skin, and a gemstone pendant she appears to be wearing that just happens never to swing too far from the centre of her chest. The things she's collected from the beach so far, tucked in one arm like produce picked out at the grocery store by someone who forgot to get a basket when they came in, are a little less shiny than that is, but she's pleased with them -- a sea-worn circuit board, a faded rubber duck, some weird shaped glass... And, she's pretty sure, there's bound to be more.



ALSO THE BEACH, BUT WORSE

Here you are. On the beach. Enjoying the sun and the sea and the sand, and some ice cream, or perhaps a hot dog, or a trademark regional pastry of some kind -- maybe even just a drink -- and then, go figure, what is ostensibly a regular awful seagull swoops down out of nowhere and divests you of it with its horrid beak. Ain't it always the way.

While the seagull is perched just out of reach on top of a nearby fence to choke the entire thing down whole, complete with any wrapper or container it might come with (should its beak open that wide? its beak probably shouldn't open that wide), its beady yellow eye fixes on you and sort of, widens in surprise, like a person's? It opens its beak even wider to swallow its stolen meal more quickly, and, okay, that definitely isn't natural -- and then goes, "Aw heck, sorry dude, I didn't recognise ya! I guess you aren't gonna want that back, though, huh."

THE BEACH

[criticallyfucked]

Mostly, Foster is here for the ocean.

No, that's not true.

He is here entirely for the ocean, despite (or perhaps especially because of) the fact that he cannot swim. If he could find a part of the beach that didn't contain anyone and was just rocks and surf, he'd be happy.

Of course, that isn't a thing, but there's nothing stopping him from lying on his back in the surf where the sea meets the shore, letting the foaming swells of water crash over him and recede just in time for him to breathe as the tides roll back out. It would have been an absolute kind of phenomenon to begin with--a full-body, all-consuming experience in quite literally every sense. But in Wismuth's magically intense atmosphere...

Except like. To the casual onlooker, he kind of just looks dead.

[stillwinningthehardway]

VIBRANCY:

The Force is strong in this world and Scout, despite her weak sensitivity, can feel herself respond to it, breathing to an invisible rhythm. It reminds her of being at home, in the Jedi temple, back before the war when she was just becoming aware of the strength and flow of life. She'd not been able to grow strong and flow with it in the way she'd wanted and hadn't considered how good it was to feel it at all. The war had muddied the currents of the Force, and now the Temple is profaned, from the last she's heard. Even if it had been left alone, all the deaths would sully it.

Well, that's what comes of being reminded of something. Maybe it's better to wonder if Whie had felt anything like this on Vjun, this invigoration and rightness. Scout knows it's not that she's become any stronger or more sensitive, it's the place, but it has an effect almost like it is her.

What this boils down to is that you can find her meditating cross-legged somewhere out of the way on carnival grounds, where she hoped no one would disturb her, floating a few feet off the ground with items, including rocks and her sleeping togetic, floating around her. If she's interrupted, she probably can't maintain the levitation.

SOMEONE DO SOMETHING ABOUT THAT WHEEL:

Well, one of the rides has something wrong with it. So Scout's gone up to fix the problem and for some technology reason it involves stripped screws, again, and her pliers aren't getting a good enough grip at this angle and she doesn't want to climb back down and find a rotary tool and climb back up, so you know what, she might as well use her lightsaber.

So there's a girl about fifteen feet up hanging off of some machinery with her legs and tail, using a laser sword held as far away from it as she can manage making tiny, delicate cuts in metal, while scowling and cursing. The curses tend to involve the phrase "up the nose and right into the brain" and other things that don't really translate. Apparently this is tricky, who knew?

Closed to Lambert (post-Blue Rose stuff)

[periphrasing]

Though they'd brought Steven to the medical tent together, it seemed most sensible to Peridot to wait outside for a bit while Lambert and Steven had a chat in private. Given that this whole harebrained scheme was something the two of them had concocted together, they likely had some things to sort out between them in the aftermath. Plus, the uncomfortable vibes that Lambert had been giving off in there were too much for even her to ignore.

So now she's just hanging around the entrance to medical, waiting for them to wrap up. She intends to go in and visit Steven herself when they're done, considering she has her own matters that she'd like to discuss with him in private. But first, she looks immediately more alert when the witcher finally emerges, her ears pricking straight up.

She doesn't say anything to Lambert right away. Just gives him a curious look and cocks her head, waiting to let him take the initiative if he truly has anything to say.

[whattaprick]

If it's an apology she's waiting on, she'll be waiting a long time. Lambert rarely gives those out, and Steven's just about used up his quota for at least the next ten years.

When not in the heat of the moment, Lambert's been visibly uncomfortable dealing with Steven's tears all over him, and so the first thing out of him as soon as they exit the med tent is a long, slow sigh of what is unmistakably relief. His shirt is a disgusting mess -- he wants nothing more than to go back to his trailer, strip it off, and write the rest of the night off.

With Peridot standing there, though, that isn't really an option. He looks at her, opens his mouth ... and finds he doesn't have anything to say, not really. He's just tired. Dealing with someone else's emotions is exhausting, and he gets the feeling it isn't over yet.

"Well," he says wearily, rubbing a hand over the nape of his neck. "If you're going to yell at me, can you get it over with?"

Some non-specific time before the concert happened

[periphrasing]

So Peridot and Lapis are out having a nice stroll in the city. It's been a while since they last visited a version of Earth and still been themselves for it, so Peridot is taking it as an opportunity to pick right back up where she left off with her 'life on Earth' hands-on lessons. Naturally Lapis was invited along for the experience, so now they're ambling along with their dog (it's Pumpkin, glamoured to look like a pomeranian), and taking in the sights of one of the local parks.

The main thing Peridot is impressed by, with this green space, is how out of place it seems. Wismuth is a drastic difference from Beach City, for sure, all steel and concrete leading right up to the waterfront. A patch of countryside nestled within an urban landscape is unique indeed.

They've just come up on a man-made lake, the sort that has a fountain jetting tall, thin columns of water up in varying patterns somewhere out in the middle of it. Peridot pauses to observe this phenomenon, her eyes widening.

"I have to say, that's pretty impressive for something that a bunch of humans made!" she says brightly. "But your water features are way better, Lapis. No contest."

[mirrortide]

"You're right. It's not that bad, actually." It's sort of giving her some ideas for future morps... It's an automated water system that humans use, which means that it can be active without a Lazuli to move it around.

It's kind of neat, and they do have something like it back at the trailer, but it's smaller.

She's tempted to go walk out for a closer look, but thankfully Lapis knows to do better than that. Even if the atmosphere of Wismuth is making her a little more emotive than normal. She's having a good time so far. Maybe this time things won't be as terrible as she thinks they might be.

"Think we can set up something this big for our trailer?" Or maybe get one that's just larger than what we have already. "Oh! We could probably set it up to some music too."

D17 - Closed to Peridot

[criticallyfucked]

Foster is.... exhausted. But he's not done. He's not done.

The instant 9S releases him, he makes a beeline for the Supervisor's grove, fumbling with the radio in his little paws en route through the rest of the Carnival.

He'd not-very-subtly gone out of his way to avoid Peridot after Portland, and he was perfectly content with that; even after Amethyst returned, he had no desire to rummage in that mess. But now they have a shared interest, and that interest is Amethyst.

They don't know where to find her, but as long as Steven doesn't go to ground, they do know how. They know what master she serves, and what power her master serves. But it's that master's first servant whose game they're playing. Not just Noa, but Steven and Amethyst, and now 9S and Foster too. If they're going to see an end to this, it's going to require CY-Ren, and that's.... unfortunate.

Because when it comes to music, Foster doesn't know shit about fuck.

So he hopes Peridot does.

But step one... he has to get ahold of her.

So if she doesn't pick up on the radio, he'll start by knocking on her door.

[OOC: Ever been so tired you didn't notice something could have been an inbox thing until after you've written an entire log top level? No? Whoops.]

[periphrasing]

For Peridot, day 17 is the day from hell. Or maybe it's more the fallout from the day from hell? Whatever. It doesn't matter! The last week has been absolute garbage for her, and things don't seem to be looking up any, what with her friends still missing, and her still not being chosen as a guardian, and then getting into a very embarrassingly emotional argument with Jasper over the public network...

Point is, she's already not in a great mood when there's a knocking at her door that afternoon. In fact she is very thoroughly settled down in mope-town, lazing about her trailer and straight up refusing to move, at all. She looks like a mess when she opens the door to Foster, her hair all unkempt, bags under her eyes.

Strangely enough-- and this might be a first in the history of the entire multiverse-- she actually visibly perks up at the sight of Foster on her doorstep, a surge of hope clutching at her chest. Their last conversation had been about locating Amethyst, and if Foster is coming to visit her now... Well. Maybe he has a lead. Maybe, at last, this is the good news that she's in such sore need of.