⇨ 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

[genice]

Victor can guess, based on conversations with Carly and several others at the carnival by now, that this is not a truthful answer. Which really, he shouldn't find surprising, and by and large, he doesn't. He already expects that he has a very superficial read on people or their capacities (Tyki comes to mind), and that's also probably just fine. He's under no driving need to understand people inside and out, but to know enough to get on or get by or to know who he can ignore while things remain more or less copacetic.

Still, he can manage his own pointedly cheery response to ten years. "Ten years and you've only managed the mushrooms? I'm not sure that counts as biodegradable."

They're all persistent trash here, apparently.

[criticallyfucked]

Foster is never surprised to be disbelieved, whether he's spoken the truth or not. He doesn't even falter--of course, it's specifically because he's antagonised by Victor's presence that he's so focused on his paces.

And it's specifically because Victor made the mistake of mentioning decomposition that a spark lights in his eyes--like he's recognised at last an old friend.

"The mushrooms are there to eat the rot," Foster replies with sudden avidity, a kind of vicious excitement. "I'm rotting from the inside out, a disease in--hahahaha--in formerly human form!"

[genice]

Fungal growth he associates with things like athletes foot too, so when Beartauroom seems to all but light up declaring he's rotting inside to outside, and the mushrooms are eating that rot, Victor speaks without thinking, because Beartauroom catches him that off guard.

"What, and no maggots?"

Look, he'd think for eating and health purposes, maggots would be involved, but the immediate mental image makes him want to promptly never consider it again. So he nods, pretends Beartauroom made sense, and breathes out as evenly as a fast jogging man can when dealing with the ridiculous, from his point of view. "So you basically support a whole ecosystem on your body. That's horrifying."

He smiles, close mouthed. "But educational."

Faerie Carnival is so much more messed up than he realised. And Beartauroom is diseased, living, also rotting, and possibly capable of being a one-person fungal buffet.

Check, please!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kGYd8x1cuaY&t=29s (Please mute this. Or don't.)

[criticallyfucked]

Foster laughs--loudly, actually, way too loudly for this hour of the morning when everyone is asleep.

"Yes--yes! I'm horrifying--nasty, revolting, putrid, diseased!" He leans over into Victor's face, which it turns out he can absolutely do, given his entire human torso where a horse's neck should be. "I'm everything but contagious. So I can't take you down with me!"

And his trot doesn't speed up so much as it exaggerates, as though temporarily infused with an increase in power that enhances his every movement. He can't keep up for very long, lacking as much muscle as he does, but he's so impassioned, so enthused by Victor's discomfort and disgust that for a few moments, he's... a sight.

So eager is he to make his point that he actually passes right by his intended destination, too; he only notices it because he's in Victor's face, and it only actually occurs to him a good handful of seconds after that. He stumbles--staggers, cutting Victor off and very nearly runs the man over before half-cantering, half-jumping around him to loop back around towards the carousel.

Somehow, in all of that, he doesn't touch Victor at all.

LAUGHASD also im sorry for this tag

[genice]

Of the many things he's been faced with in his life, the equivalent of physical intimidation is only new when paired with the delighted laughter and declaration of Foster's own disgusting nature. Or something to that effect; Victor narrowed his eyes a degree, chin coming up in response to meet Foster's gaze, disgust still present but not longer in the foreground.

Almost immediately as Foster decries his own incommunicably diseased nature, Victor smiles. Too sharp, and that's on purpose, just like his airy tone of voice. He doesn't have an endless supply of tolerance, too blunt by nature, and he doesn't appreciate Foster's attitude.

"Oh, I wasn't worried about that. I'm not planning on riding or being ridden anytime soon!" He waves his fingers with that cheery tone and that sharp smile.

Foster realising he's overshot his destination and cutting Victor off led to the mutual dance of two men who had no intention of touching for different reasons; in spite of himself Victor might have admired the stumbling grace behind Foster managing to not only cut him off but do so without physically running into him if he hadn't also been throwing himself backward, leaving him breathing hard from exertion and the sudden spike in adrenaline while Foster takes off. He stares after him for a moment, raking his fingers through the fringe of his bangs. Then he turns away from the man he'll probably remember as the hairy mushroom centaur--Hairoomtaur?--shaking his head, angling toward his eventual goal at the cookhouse.

Really, at least he was getting to know the array of personalities around his new workplace, but...

...growing mushrooms on their bodies? Yes, it's sickening, and disconcerting, and he'd prefer alcohol to wash the image away. He'll settle for tea, however, and the gentle sort of avoidance where he figures they probably can manage to avoid each other most the time. After all, it hadn't seemed like he'd particularly impressed Hairoomtaur. It'd all work out in the end.