lostcarnival | ⇨ WISMUTH

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⇨ WISMUTH

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.

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A child tries climbing into Julien's tail, making him flinch - his sepia-colored inner eyelids flicking closed, which is the only wince this bird face can make - as she pulls stiff tailfeathers down. He checks no one would be crushed with a spectral eye, sidesteps away, and just sits down. The teen on his back slides right down it and along Julien's six or so feet of grounded tail, flattening it, arms and legs flailing.

A couple of children peel away guiltily, a few curious onlookers clearly considering getting in on this action decide against it, and the drunks... A girl bedecked with many brightly-beaded necklaces and clutching a bottle snuggles against Julien's chest, cooing. Her friends, the ones not completely absorbed in taking cell phone pictures or reaching out to also touch his feathers, turn bloodshot eyes to Yuya.

"'S the petting zoo, innit?"

"Yeah! We can do whatever we want."

"We don't actually have a petting zoo, though?" Julien says. Aside from the snuggler starting to laugh, they don't pay him any mind. Behind him his erstwhile rider has stopped writhing and is just starfished on top of his tail. Julien sighs.

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Yuya gently nudges the children away, pointing out a cotton candy stand the suitably distract them with. Children area easy, he can work with kids.

But he turns up and it taken aback briefly at the adult's disregard for what he just said. He recovers quickly, however, folding his arms with a frown.

"It's not a zoo, it's a carnival. And Julien is an employee so no, you can't do whatever you want. You have to get off."

He makes a sweeping gesture to the games circle. "There's a whole bunch of games where you can win something to take home. I promise that's a lot more exciting!"

Children, Julien doesn't mind as much. They're stickier than people other than the drunks - there is beer getting into his feathers, that's disgusting - but, like, they're kids. It's okay. And, anyway, there's a big difference between letting people touch him and just getting grabbed. This is the latter situation. This is definitely the latter situation.

This would be an excellent opportunity to back away but he went and made the tactical error of sitting down, didn't he, and his tail is pinned, and if he got up he'd have to lurch forwards into the drunks or be hurt. Julien's tail is huge but that's mostly feathers as long as a person is tall, the bit of spine they're connected to is short and not at all meant to bear weight.

"I paid fifteen dollars! I paid. So I can do whatever, y'know?"

Another drunk peers at Yuya through an inebriated haze. "Oooh, that's wicked hair babe. Where'd you get it done?"

Some of the others, unable or unwilling to process buzzkilling, return to their important business of drinking and engaging with the attraction. Another one nestles up besides the snuggler, just to tease some contour feathers out of his stress-smoothed surface and see how they would look in his hair? "You'd better not be about to pull that out," Julien says, more loudly, a note of alarm in his voice. He dips his head and takes the man's hand in his beak. "Stop."

"Hey, man, don't... don't have an ostrich," the drunk says, which is apparently hilarious.

"It's natural," he mutters off handedly, irritated. That's not even a lie to dismiss her, Yuya's just from a very colorful world.

When the second person latches on, and the kids are gone, Yuya intervenes a little more forcefully. He squeezes himself between Julien and the rest of the adults, arms outspread to keep any more of them from approaching him--and hopefully force the rest of them to back off. He can't pull off the two grabbing him, but they'll be much easier when they aren't swarmed by equally tempted adults.

"That's enough! If you don't leave him alone right now I'll have to call security."

"Oh man, that place is expensive," the fashion-forwards drunk murmurs. At least she's less inclined to trouble than some of the others? Any loitering children thinking about getting in on this, and Julien does attract some, have decided to hold back and just watch, thankfully.

"Whoah!" Julien says around that one drunk's hand as Yuya makes his move and the man who wants his feathers lurches against him. He can still speak clearly with something in his beak or his beak outright closed, he shapes his speech with an organ down in his chest. Letting go, he instead clamps his beak down around the man's shoulder and insistently pushes him away to the side, making him stumble and then sit down hard, still laughing about the ostrich thing.

The other drunks whine like little kids. "Why are you so mean?!" one demands, swaying.

Forgotten behind him the would-be rider stirs and makes a certain, guttural sound. Julien turns his head around, feathers slicking still closer to his body with horror. "Not on my tail!"

Yuya is getting increasingly frustrated that nobody's taking him seriously. He glances back as Julien pushes the man away. The situation isn't really improving, and Yuya doesn't feel like contesting his niceness, so he sucks in a sharp breath to steel himself and pulls his radio out of his pocket. He waves it in the air so everyone can see it.

"You have ten seconds to clear out before I call, okay?" His voice wavers only a little, because he's not used to pushing back so forcefully... he'd rather help them enjoy the carnival in others ways. But he's made a threat, so he's going to have to make good on it.

A couple have decided to find something better to do, but one or two just squint at him. Sorry, Yuya, drunk people can be very aggressive at not getting hints.

Fed up at last and concerned over the state of his tailfeathers Julien grabs the cuddler by the back of her shirt, using his beak again - his wings and the vestigial fingers on them just don't have the range of motion human arms do and are useless for this - and propels her outwards so he can shuffle forwards and pull his tail out from under the teenager who's plainly had more than he can handle. The girl squalls, reaching out for him. She's red-faced and crying.

"All right," Julien says with a sigh, and stands up tall and opens his wings and fluffs out in soft spikes. He's suddenly very much larger and less friendly-looking, and the little crowd stares at him openmouthed and glazed.

"There's someone even bigger than me on security," he says clearly. "Why not go and do something else?"

Yuya's grumbling to himself as he starts switching channels, trying to remember which one is for security. He's distracted, however, when Julien throws the other drunk off, looking between her and him.

The lack of reaction from the rest doesn't fill him with a lot of confidence, however. And now that Julien's free... "Uh, you should get away while you can!"

Fly, bird man, be free.

Yeah this didn't work like he'd kinda hoped, they aren't leaving. The cuddler is continuing to weep and even though he knows she's crying because she's drunk, he feels bad anyway!

In Greysol, while he clearly hadn't been an armored bear people were trained to be respectful to giant talking animals, and public drunkenness had been less common besides. With the way stops have been going that's really the only time he's been around a lot of random guests. At home people are fascinated with him to be sure, but there's a little bit of fear too, and they know full well that he's a person, and he didn't spend a lot of time near very intoxicated strangers.

Julien steps back. "...That's a good idea." He doesn't want to hurt anyone with either his wings or the blast of the downdraft, so he can't just fly. Instead, huffing out a breath, he just makes a run for it. He can't quite reach the speeds humans can on foot and is significantly less agile than them, but he just needs to reach a wall.

Yuya watches Julien run off with a slight smile... until he remembers he's still here surrounded by a bunch of drunks. He doesn't want to leave them all alone, intoxicated, lest they harass or break something else... or hurt themselves.

So with a resigned sigh he tries to help the weeping cuddler up. Her doesn't expect them to have the awareness or adopted to catch up to Julien more, so at least that was successful.

The cuddler latches on to Yuya or tries, sobbing; it's a little hard to make out what she's saying, but it's all along the lines of I want a bird it's so cute I want to be friends and similar things that will probably embarrass her thoroughly when she's sober. If she remembers.

These at least don't seem to be destructive drunks, that one person who seemed to want a piece of Julien as a hair ornament aside. Without him to focus on, they've just kind of clumped together, pouting about the bird being gone and how non-fun Yuya is. Well, okay, the fashion-forwards drunk does come to stare at Yuya's natural, anime hair from closer up.

A minute or so after making his escape Julien takes his human-ish form back over, slightly damp from storage. "I came to see if you needed help... uhhh, maybe they need a diversion, or just to go back to that beach party?"

Yuya, who currently has a crying drunk person latched onto him and another drunk person ogling his hair, definitely needs help. He's ended up in much the same position Julien was, stuck and uncomfortable. He could have called patrol by now, but they've calmed down and Yuya isn't the kind of person who wants to see what he considers unnecessary confrontation.

He just also doesn't know how to handle drunk adults, and has instead resigned himself to this fate until Julien comes back around. Gongenzaka wasn't this difficult to deal with.

"They didn't care about the game's circle... wait, beach party?"

Please tell him 'beach party' are the magic words.

'Beach party' does get their attention. Julien is older than these people - he finds himself thinking of them in their range of late teens to early twenties as 'kids' - but he remembers this lifestyle and he thinks he knows what to do. His pedipalps, held still enough, could just pass as facial hair if they're not looked at for too long.

"Guys, let's get back to the party! The music here sucks!" The crying drunk looks up, sorrows forgotten. A couple of cinder sprites turn burning eyes in his direction for a moment. The music here, what there is, just isn't beach jam worthy. "Margaritas! Waves! There's no wifi here and you can't get service! C'mon!"

A slightly less drunk guest declares that it's a good idea and she's totally going back to the party. Her friends follow her, one pausing to try and snap a cell phone pic of Yuya, and miss that despite what Julien said he's not going with them. It looks like they're all on their way out except for the teenager who threw up, who's not quite in a state to stand.

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Yuya immediately shuffles closer to Julien as soon as he's released from the drunk's hold, not even bothering to pose for the obvious cell phone picture--and he's normally a lot more photogenic.

Right now, though, he's tired of being around inebriated adults, and he's hoping a pair is more likely to make anyone pause before approaching versus someone standing on their own. That poor sick teenager can be helped in a second, once they have space.

"Thanks," Yuya mumbles, looking over his shoulder to make sure the guests really are retreating from the carnival. Or at least as far away from them as possible. "Maybe the carnival should sell less alcohol."

Julien passes a hand back through his blue, feathery hair. He's manifested a few light-ringed floating spectral eyes to help him watch the others, who can't all walk straight but do seem to be moving purposefully away. The crying one is now cuddling one of her friends, who clearly minds it less than either carnie did and is keeping her moving. "I think they were already at least tipsy when they came in, but that, that definitely didn't help."

He crouches near the teenager who'd tried to ride on his back, who's sitting up, sick-spattered and swaying. "No, don't try to stand yet, dude. Deep breaths! How do you feel?"

Leaning in to hear the muttered answer he sits back on his heels again. "Nah, man, the bird's gone. This is why you ask before you climb on top of someone, and if they say no, you don't do it. Want some ginger ale?"

Things the carnival might also benefit from: water by the game booths. Charge a dollar if you have to.

Yuya jerks a thumb up the food courts, over. "I can go get some water? That'll feeling sick, right?"

He sounds uncertain, because he is, because he doesn't know enough about alcohol to know any good cure. But yours supposed to hydrate when you're ill, right?

Water's always a good idea. And salty food to encourage more drink-buying.

Julien flashes a smile up at Yuya, his pedipalps spreading to make the expression more visible. "Good idea! With lemon especially, something to cut the taste. Works out to be lighter than ginger ale, too, ginger's just what I have on me. It does have like some anti-nausea properties." Julien doesn't appear to have a drink on him, but that's the thing with having an inventory power, you don't put as much in your pockets or carry bags as often.

He rubs the teenager's back as the kid groans. Through his prior experience with drunk people he doesn't think this kid is in too dangerous of a place. It shouldn't take too much for him to be able to leave on his own power, without Julien worrying about him aspirating on more vomit or something.

"I'll get some!" Yuya nods before turning to bounce off to find some water. He doesn't know where he's going to get a lemon, though. The cookhouse is kind of out of the way and he doesn't want to take too long.

He'll circle back around after a few minutes, water bottle in hand. He's already opening it as he approaches the teenager from the front, leaning over and offering the bottle. "Here, you can have this. Drink slowly, okay?"

Yuya still isn't any authority on how to cope with drunkness, but he at least sounds reassuring.

By the time Yuya returns cinder sprites have scattered sawdust over any mess, drowning out the sour odor with the smell of wood dust, and are in the process of getting it all gathered up. Julien's gotten the kid to sit hunched over on a bench, got his face cleaned off, and is sitting nearby chatting, keeping a couple of floating spectral eyes on the cinder sprites as they work. They've never bothered him, but there are times when Julien gets a sense of resentment from the creatures, somehow.

"Oh, hey, thanks," he says brightly as Yuya approaches. The teenager takes the bottle without meeting his eyes. The plastic crackles as he drinks about half of it, waving irritably at the two carnies looking at him.

Yuya presses his hands to his knees as he leans over. He smiles despite the irritable response, wearing an expression of passive kindness as he gives the teenager the space to recover.

"You can stay here until you feel better, but I think you should stop drinking," he says it softly, looking them over. They don't look bad enough to need someone called over, but...

"Did you come to the carnival with anyone? We can help them find you."

From the look on his face the teenager, two or three years Yuya's elder, is feeling unwell and humiliated and is dwelling on the former to avoid thinking about the latter. He mumbles something sullenly - it may be I came with the cool kids, it's a bit hard to tell - and looks at the ground.

"Oh, those guys? Yeah, they went back to that beach party." Julien suspects they weren't this kid's friends, or not close anyway, though he's not from Wismuth and doesn't know all the subtleties of clothing and hairstyle setting people apart from each other. Part of it is that none of them collected him, of course, but they were all tipsy at best anyway. Maybe they just didn't think to, or didn't see him on the ground. "If you want to leave you can just follow the path. The gate's... you can't see it from here, but you don't have to go far to get it in sight."

It's only hard to find your way out if you show up on your own, Julien thinks. And even then it's easy enough to find your way out past the tents and stalls and back the way you came, just not all the way. He's pretty sure it's all right to leave this kid be, now.

Yuya, having never hung out with the cool kids, isn't sure how to take that at first. Were those his friends? Are they somewhere else, and does he want to find them? Or is he basically here alone because everyone's wandered off?

"That's right," Yuya confirms Julien's statement, pointing the direction as straight as he can to the exist. "You just have to go that way, and it'll take you out of the carnival. Do you need any help getting there?"

Yuya has a feeling he's going to get rejected, but it doesn't hurt to offer anyway.

Face flushed to the ears, the teenager shoves himself up to his feet, where he makes a concerted effort not to sway. He's very tall and very thin and lanky, dwarfing the two carnies in height at least. "I'm fine," he says, and then more loudly, with greater emphasis, "I'm fine! I can do it!"

With that he sets off, walking the slow and deliberate walk of someone who doesn't want to look like they're too intoxicated to move steadily, not bothering to look back or give them any thanks. Too inebriated and or embarrassed to think to do it, Julien would guess.

"Kids," he says with a sigh, stretching out his legs in front of him. "Hopefully he'll learn. Ugh, my poor tail though! There was a cocktail umbrella in it!" He's been in the helpfully large enough walk-in shower in his trailer ever since he escaped this lot of guests. "I... thank you. People find me interesting a lot but I didn't really think I'd ever be just cornered like that."

Ah, well. Yuya watches the teenager until he disappears out of sight, putting his hands on his hips with an amused expression.

Once he's gone, he turns to Julien with a sympathetic expression. "Apparently some of the guests in Alola were giving the carnival problems like that, too. It's really rude!"

Yuya's not exactly the pinnacle of politeness himself, but he can't believe someone really behaving that way--especially to something that's talking back. Alcohol is the worst.

"Are you okay?"

"It is! Super, amazingly rude. And they were so careful and a little nervous in Greysol, too. That's culture for you I guess." Of course the Greysol guests had both been aware of talking polar bears that needed to be respected, and of other worlds with strange inhabitants. They were also pseudo-Victorian and usually inclined to a degree of restraint. And that's the only performance stop he's been to before this. "I guess this always depends."

Immediately after being asked the question he says, "I'm fine, thanks for asking!" like it's a route response. "How about you, they kinda turned on you after I split. Did any of them go and touch you?"

Julien's kind of waiting for the other shoe to drop here. Yuya had been very unhappy with him back at the ball - for understandable reasons, absolutely, but Julien doesn't like confrontation very much.

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