⇨ 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

Miko | OTA

[pullingamiko]

A - Beach

Oh hell yes. Going from a snowy resort-moon to a big city with a beach might be quite a jump, but it’s one Miko is absolutely prepared (and happy) to deal with.

In fact, she is embracing this situation to its fullest extent - which is to say, she wastes no time in using her allowance to obtain a swimsuit and get to the beach. And once she’s there, she wastes no time in sprinting directly into the ocean, shouting in delight, with her arms raised over her head.

The ocean wastes no time in slam-dunking her underwater with a wave taller than she is.

She’s probably fine.

B - Around The Carnival

After weeks of just hanging out in a snowy resort, Miko had almost forgotten how freakin’ gross her job can be, even when she’s not cleaning toilets. Why do people feel the need to throw up everywhere? How do they knock stuff over so much? Who keeps stuffing hot dogs into crevices of the game stands?

Of course, in between the gross stuff, ending up with nothing to do during her shift is just… boring. So she opts for running around the carnival grounds, calling out to whatever random coworkers she may come across.

“Hey! You need anything… I dunno, moved around? My break’s not for like an hour, and I’m dying of garbage over here.”

C - Wildcard

(( OOC: Want to do something elsewhere in Wismuth? Want to pester Miko when she’s busy getting junk food out of places it shouldn’t be?? Hit me up here or at omixgirl10! ))

A

[puddingemote]

Tamaki has also come to hang out at the beach, wearing swim trunks and some flip flops he got from a shop nearby. It's been awhile since he got to hang out at the ocean, so he's pretty hyped up for. The last time he really remembers was when he and the other members of IDOLiSH7 went to Okinawa, what feels like a lifetime ago...

He makes it to the edge of the water just in time to see Miko run in and wipe out almost instantly. It's pretty hilarious, and he can't help but laugh.

At least, at first, but he is watching the water. He hopes she's okay after that.

[pullingamiko]

Fortunately, she surfaces just a couple moments later, laughing and spitting out water. She dashes (well, plunks, more accurately) to shore, shoving wet hair out of her face.

"Get out here, dude! You're missing out on the waves!"

Miko you're not even surfing. You're just getting wrecked by the ocean.

[puddingemote]

"Missing out on getting knocked over?"

He grins, but comes out with her, sloshing and kicking water up everywhere as he goes. The waves right at the shore are barely coming up above his knees, lame.

"Need a boogie board or something."

[pullingamiko]

"Uh, yeah. It's the new hottest beach activity, haven't you heard?" She doesn't bother to keep from laughing as she goes to meet up with him. Dammit why's he so fuckin' tall, they're gonna need to go way further out if he's gonna get bowled over like she did.

"I bet there's a place to rent those here! We could go look around."

[puddingemote]

He shakes his head. "Must be too new for me."

He turns and lets his eyes scan the shoreline, trying to see if there's anything nearby. Finally, he points to a shack a ways off in the distance, that looks like it indeed sells and rents various beach equipment.

"Over there!"

He holds out his hand to grab her and yank her through the water because he feels like if he waits on here they'll be here all day.

[pullingamiko]

"Well, I hope you appreciate me introducing you to it, then."

She makes a startled squeaking noise when he starts pulling her, but it turns into a laugh pretty quickly. "--Hey, c'mon, man, I can move on my own!"

A

[whattaprick]

Lambert doesn't have any memory of Miko splashing around beaches in Portland, nor any indication she had any affinity for the ocean, but now that he thinks about it it's not all that surprising. Even if he did, though, it would be a memory of probably either a mostly-human girl or a weredog leaping into the surf, not a glamoured fae changeling hollering as she charges into the water.

In no rush to follow, he idly makes his way to the edge of the water, polaroid camera in hand. He isn't dressed for the beach and the deadly pool noodle isn't on his person: his current concession to the environment is rolling his pants up and toeing his shoes off well beyond the waterline. A cigarette dangles from his mouth, lazily trailing smoke, because if there's one thing a more modern world is good for, it's indulging bad habits. Unlike Portland's Lambert, he doesn't have to worry about his lungs.

"How's the water?" Lambert calls out, as soon as he sees Miko's head bob back up ... whenever that is.

[pullingamiko]

It's only a moment later that she resurfaces, and after taking a couple seconds to wipe salt water and wet hair away from her eyes she laughs and gives an enthusiastic thumbs-up.

"It's great! Kinda cold but--"

Aaaand there's another wave. Bye Miko.

[whattaprick]

There she goes. Lambert suspects this is going to be a thing that keeps happening, so he just ends up stepping closer, close enough for the waves to start lapping around his ankles though he still isn't close enough to risk getting yanked under here.

"Water looks pretty strong," he comments, as soon as she pops back up again. "Can you actually swim?"

She doesn't look afraid of the surf, so probably, but it's not Lambert if he's not heckling people.

[pullingamiko]

This time, once she's up, she moves back toward the shore some. Just gonna... try not to drown, here.

"I can!" She sounds a little indignant, but only for a moment. "It's just super strong. But I can swim just fine!"

[whattaprick]

"You sure about that?" Lambert calls back with a snigger. He hasn't actually tried swimming here yet, not all that keen on getting dunked, but all the splashing around reminds him of something.

"Too bad you can't turn into a dog anymore. Maybe it'd be easier to stay afloat."

[pullingamiko]

"Man, if only." Miko shoves her wet bangs away from her forehead as she splashes toward him, making a face. "Four legs'd probably be better for swimming than two, huh?"

A

[sworntothesword]

Break?

"Wait, do we actually have like... assigned shifts?"

She feels like she might have missed a memo somewhere.

[pullingamiko]

"Uuuh... kinda? It might be loose but the point is I've gotta be workin' right now or I'll probably get in trouble." Miko makes a face. "I dunno, it might be a case-by-case thing."

Which probably says something about Miko.

[sworntothesword]

Maybe. Well, if it was up to the supervisor, maybe it was a personality thing.

"Who's the supervisor for... what do you do exactly...?"

She realized at that point that she had no idea who this is.

"Um, hi, I'm Connie, by the way..."

[pullingamiko]

"The Psionic! Grey alien-lookin' dude, with the horns and antennae and wings." She mimes a pair of antennae with her fingers, just in case Connie hasn't seen him yet.

"I'm a... roustabout, I think is what it's called? I just kinda do whatever. And I'm Miko! Nice to meetcha."

[sworntothesword]

Connie definitely hasn't seen him yet, and is absolutely delighted at the idea of a horned butterfly being a supervisor at the carnival.

"My supervisor is Sans. He doesn't plan shifts, I don't think," which was fine with Connie anyway. She was absolutely jazzed that she wasn't being hurried off from one pre-planned activity to another like she was back home! Having every day planned for exhausting.

...now she was just dealing with feeling listless and now knowing what to do with her time.

"...he's a skeleton." Just in case Miko hadn't met him.

[pullingamiko]

"Ooh, yeah, him! Yeah, I think everyone'd be kinda surprised if Sans did plan shifts." That seems like way more not-strictly-necessary effort than she would expect from him.

The revelation of Connie's supervisor, though, brings up another question. "Hang on, so you're in Security?"

[stillwinningthehardway]

"Can you help me pour this out? It ended up heavier than I wanted." Scout's partially disassembled a mechanical bull and put some of the pieces into a barrel of water, which helps loosen and detach some of the absolute scum that guests have left on and in it. There's a film on the water and dissolved particles of mysterious yuck. It smells. Scout's tied a handkerchief over her mouth and nose and is wearing rubber gloves and an annoyed expression.

Cinder sprites are mopping the padded area around the bull with sharp-smelling cleansers, so, at least Miko's spared that.

[pullingamiko]

Oh god she's almost regretting asking now. But. Okay. Shit this is her job, isn't it.

"Ssssure. Okay." She makes a face, but goes to help get a hold of the barrel. "Just tell me when, I guess."

[stillwinningthehardway]

Scout could call on the Force to make the barrel lighter. She could do that. She's not going to, though. The Force is a sacred thing, and the techniques she's been taught that let her feel even a little of it, and to ask it for help in this and that, those are also sacred. It would be disrespectful to use it to help her with, essentially, chores.

"Thanks," she says, flashing a smile; her mouth is concealed by the handkerchief, but it shows a moment near her eyes. Scout takes a couple seconds to adjust her stance, compensating for small foot area by setting her legs wide, and coils her powerful tail near the base of the barrel as she grabs closer to the rim. "I want to pour it out on that mesh so any small parts don't just get swept away. Ready? One, two, three..."

The smell isn't going to get any better.

[pullingamiko]

Miko mirrors Scouts stance as best she can on the other side of the barrel, setting her feet apart and clutching the rim. She gives a small nod to confirm that she's ready, and--

Oh god she regrets everything right now. Miko makes a possibly-exaggerated gagging noise and her ears pin back against her head. "--Oh, that is rank!"

[stillwinningthehardway]

Scout makes a noise of complaint and agreement. There are absolutely worse odors in the Carnival, but this is still notably chemical and unfun. Her gloved hands are steady, though, lowering the barrel until water the murky gray of questionably doctored tea slaps and surges out across the grate. From there it flows over the packed earth, pooling into a small, temporary meandering stream dotted with bubbles and rafts of foam. When enough has poured out to lighten the barrel Scout starts lifting the back end with her tail, and what comes out then is mostly a kind of sludge. "Gross... I shouldn't have left this for so long."

The mechanical bull parts caught in the grate still aren't clean, but have gelatinous mystery substance caught in their lower elements. "I think the grease we put in these so they'll run more smoothly just breaks down when it's time to clean it up."

[pullingamiko]

The longer she's standing over this stuff, the more Miko's face is scrunching up. "How long did you leave it for? Ugh, it's like... some kinda toxic sludge river."

That explains a lot, though she does make another face at the description. "Cool. Great! Disintegrating grease-goo, just what we need."