⇨ 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.

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[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?