⇨ 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

[sworntothesword]

"Uh... employee. I'm a Patrol."

She wanted to go back to the 'wasting time,' part though. "I didn't mean to interrupt you while you were working..."

Actually, wait. She feels much less about apologizing being run over now that he seems to be mad at her for interrupting him.

[criticallyfucked]

"Stop. Stop apologising, don't apologise to garbage for being in your way. Courtesy to trash isn't necessary, it's disgusting."

It's not that he's upset with her for interrupting him--after all, he was the one off task to begin with--so much as it was never really about Connie to begin with, and now it's starting to come back around.

In its own way.

The good news is that she's not a customer. Foster generally tries to avoid visitors when possible, now that his job doesn't involve them--and running one over is not smiled upon in any case. But--

".... mmmm." His tail flicks, and he looks pensive... or distracted, maybe.

Then he smiles.

"Patrol... so you work for Sans."

[sworntothesword]

She's completely at a loss while he talks about himself that way. She can't even understand at first that he is talking about himself, thinking at first there might be literal garbage strewn about...?

"Y-yeah, do you know him?"

[criticallyfucked]

"He's hard to know," Foster replies bluntly--but he's off the subject of himself as garbage, so at least there's that.

But he pauses, apparently distracted enough to give the subject of Sans some actual thought.

"He's... interesting." His long cow's tail switches at his ankles.

"But I can tell you he's one of the most trustworthy people here.... if he says he'll do something, he makes good on his word." He barks a laugh, as though at some joke hidden in those words. For him, anyway, there is--a joke at his own expense.

"And you can trust me on that."