⇨ INTERLUDE: BACK TO THE MOON

[ringleaders]

Who: Steven, the Ringmaster, Lambert, and everyone he invited to the party.
When: Day 8?
Where: THE CENTER OF THE MOON.
What: In an effort to determine the meaning of The Starlight's prophecy, Steven is going to try talking to the Blue Rose. Also, a bunch of other guys are here to watch.
Warnings: Some possibly dangerous weirdness.

THE BLUE ROSE↴ Once Lambert has assembled the group, it's just a matter of picking a time and date. When the time arrives, the Ringmaster will meet them in a clearing similar to the portal that lead them to the moon's surface, only a bit different in execution and tone: this one is more secretive and intricate by far. She'll gather everyone around, telling them she is going to take them to the Rose. And then she does. One instant, the group is in the forest - the next, they have appeared within a large, orb-shaped room carved from stone. There are no entrances and no exist, there is only the smooth rocky exterior with empty air inside of it. The gravity pulls outward, meaning that you can walk the stone 'floor' in circles, gazing towards the center of the empty space from all angles. Any further away from the floor, and gravity will lose its grip entirely, like a space of zero gravity in the center of a cavern-sized globe. Which makes sense, because this is the carved out center of the moon. In the center of the orb, there is only one thing: the Blue Rose, floating in place, with a tangle of glass-like thorns surrounding it. The air is thick with a feeling of simultaneously hot and cold, like a flame on a cold night, or a winter's breeze on an overheated body. The Rose casts an eerie blue light over it all, the only light to be found. "This is it!" the Ringmaster declares once she's verified that everyone has teleported in safely. "If you jump high enough, you'll end up in the float zone... though, if you aren't participating in the actual discussion with the Rose, I'd recommend you stay grounded for now."

Comments

[whattaprick]

"So, what -- just bed rest and he'll be fine?" Lambert looks dubious, though at which part of the proceedings is sort of hard to tell. All of it, probably. He's remarkably out of his depth here.

He'll watch the Ringmaster break off pieces of the plant like its no big deal a moment longer, as people start yammering on about possible magic theories about this, and glances at Peridot and Rita. "There's a vial of red phoenix fruit and a dose of healing draught in the pouch on my hip. Your call if you want to use them."

Given the choice, he knows what he'd dose Steven with, but he'll readily acknowledge his judgement isn't what anyone should go with for substance ingestion. And sure, the Ringmaster said Steven wasn't damaged, but he's not certain which of those would help his body cope with recovering from stress, either.

[lordofthering]

The Ringmaster sighs, putting a hand to her head. It seems like she's going to have to bring some people up to speed.

"Steven is a Summer Court faeblood, yes," she says, seeing no point in keeping that bit a secret. Being ashamed of it is kind of ridiculous, anyway. "And the Blue Rose is an intensely powerful artifact of faerie creation, containing the magic of both the Courts." She speaks as if quoting something. "'In the days before their eternal feud, they combined their efforts to create wonders beyond either's imagining... Bearing the marks of the Sun and Shade, the Flame and Frost, the Wood and its Rot - these wonders were possessed by both Courts, and neither.'"

"The Blue Rose, it seems, is the embodiment of the 'Flame and Frost' portions... though, curiously, it has manifested as a plant. A rose, specifically. The Summer Court is often represented by heraldry related to plant life, but... it's not quite as straightforward as it sounds. Plants are... well, they can be a type of being, like Syrlya for instance. However, it's not actually plants that the entire Court has dominion over, it's just that plants identify more strongly with the Summer Court's dominion of 'growth.'"

"Summer is growth, Winter is decay. Abundance and scarcity. Decay is all part of a plant's lifecycle too, but a plant doesn't want to decay. It wants to grow. The Winter is a cruel necessity... the need for death to enable new life to take place. This is also the reason for Summer's relationship with fire... fire wishes to grow, but past a certain point, all that can remain is the ash of Winter."

"Wyld Fae are unrelated to all of this, of course. We can embody both sides of an element, unbound to a Court. My mother, for instance, was a phoenix - both the rise of flame and the rebirth of ash."

[periphrasing]

As an aside...

Peridot is only kind of half listening to basically everything that everyone else is saying. The conversation is registering, but she's not really processing it, with most of her attention focused on Steven. She does help Lambert out when asked, because acting under direction is something she can still manage, but this... This is like the Matrix all over again, where Steven is hurt, and she's just blue-screening.

Lambert's suggestion snaps her out of her trance momentarily, but only so she can look up and stare at him blankly. Seriously, she might be an even worse person to ask about substance ingestion than he is, because ingesting things is not something she has a lot of experience with.

"The last time something like this happened, I just shook him and yelled at him a lot until he woke up," she hisses quietly, so as not to interrupt the Ringmaster. "Why don't we just try that?!"

[anti_nonsense]

The ways some of them were changed after Portland... Rita’s gaze briefly wanders to Childermass when she hears those words. Then Steven is the same...?

She listens to the Ringmaster’s explanation as she considers the vials at Lambert’s hip, then selects the red phoenix fruit juice. Peridot gets a doubtful look from her. “Uh, yeah... Let’s just try this first,” she insists, then goes ahead and puts the vial to Steven’s lips.

The alternative, as far as Rita’s concerned, is to leave him be and let him rest, but it would be ideal if they could get him to tell them what he experienced and how he feels before letting him sleep it off.

[starseedling]

The red vial going in easy, and it only takes a moment for it start taking effect. Steven's body jolts slightly, as if awakening in surprise. Thankfully, his wings being bundled up mean that they don't just suddenly extend and hit everyone nearby in the face, though his tail flops around anxiously.

As soon as he manages to open his eyes, there are already tears on his face. His vision takes a moment to clear, to realize he's not in the dream world anymore - as he sees Peridot, Rita, and Lambert there with him he is finally able to realize that he's free again.

Still, he can't keep himself from choking out a sob, curling into Lambert's arms and cuddling against his body for reassurance. He doesn't know what happened out here. Did he do something bad?

"I'm sorry," he mumbles, still sniffling and crying.

[periphrasing]

Peridot watches on as Rita takes the initiative here, and, oh hey, it worked! Color her surprised. Good job Rita.

"Steven--!" the engineer starts to chirp with relief when she sees him begin to stir, except... Oh.

Hm.

Stars. This is kind of weirdly uncomfortable to watch? Peridot's tail lashes, and she cuts in promptly and loudly: "What the heck are you apologizing for?!"

[whattaprick]

Aw, shit.

Everyone in the room who isn't Steven gets to watch the witcher's face briefly freeze in mortal terror and panic for a split second, before -- something peculiar happens. Before Portland, Lambert might have had a memory of doing something similar, putting Ciri back to bed after a bad nightmare, but the motions to soothe her had come clumsy and awkward then, unpracticed at comfort. He probably would have dropped Steven out of sheer panic.

But now Lambert has the benefit of years of memory of patching up his sisters's scrapes and injuries, of the front of his shirt soaking up endless tears (and sometimes violent ones). So it's automatic that his arms shift to hold Steven's weight more securely against him, one hand splaying over his back that isn't occupied by wing and rubbing in absentmindedly comforting strokes. He just needs to cry it out, he thinks absently. Get it out of his system.

"Peridot's right, you know," he says quietly. His tone is light, but his expression doesn't quite manage not to look deeply conflicted, but his attention is on Steven and not on anyone else. "You're not the one who should be apologizing. I'm sorry, Steven." He should have known better. Never mind that no one actually knew what the Rose was going to do, but 'freak out and try to own Steven' was certainly on the list of possible similarities he'd considered.

[starseedling]

It's hard for Steven to know if he's surprised by an apology from Lambert. On one hand, he doesn't really see how it's Lambert's fault, either. On the other, he never knew Lambert well enough before to comprehend how unusual this is for him. He tends to assume that everyone has the capacity for compassion somewhere.

"I... couldn't handle it. It was too much for me," he says, trying to explain through his tears. "It was like when I spoke to the cluster, but... it's not like a person. I couldn't reason with it."

The cluster is a reference only Peridot will understand, but at least it will benefit her grasp on the situation. Steven still has no idea what happened in the real world during all this.

"I think it wanted to fuse with me..."

[periphrasing]

As Steven explains himself, Peridot gradually looks more and more sympathetic. It's no wonder he's so freaked out; 'cluster' and 'fuse' being used in such proximity to one another is enough to paint an extremely vivid picture for Peridot, and it's one that she absolutely is not a fan of. Her reaction is an openly visceral one, she actually flinches back a little and grimaces in disgust at that last sentence, literally hissing with displeasure.

[kingsroads]

Thankfully, Steven wakes up. As Rita pours the vial, Strange gets out of the way, standing off to the side to give a bit more space to Peridot and the rest. Someone's got to be the asshole to continue probing Steven about the Rose and based on how Lambert's cuddling Steven ('ooooh witchers don't have emotions' that is entire bullshit) it's most likely going to be Strange or Childermass.

"Fusing seems like a good way to put it. Your magic and it's magic were starting to merge together." But Peridot's disgusted about something and Strange doesn't really get why. "Although, what cluster are you talking about?"

[periphrasing]

"A cluster that the specifics of which aren't actually relevant to the current situation," Peridot cuts in a bit too quickly. She folds her arms and drums her claws impatiently. "Normally I'd love the chance to lecture you all at length about gem things, but now isn't really the time or place for it. Suffice to say it was an entity that Steven and I faced down together back in our home universe, under rather similar conditions as this."

[starseedling]

"It's... thousands of shattered gems all stuck together, but..." Steven hiccups over another sob. "I could talk to them. They listened to me."

He presses his face against Lambert's chest, frustrated and sad.

"The Rose didn't care about anything. It just wanted to grow, and to be strong. I was outside my body again, and I felt it try to fuse with me, but I couldn't make it stop. I couldn't do anything."

[whattaprick]

There isn't much Lambert can contribute here except to pat Steven awkwardly on the back and attempt to silently communicate, with his expression, that lines of questioning that aren't going to inspire Steven to cling and cry harder would be appreciated. Lambert's essentially holding a feathery plant kitten, and unlike everyone else, he's in range of his claws if he panics again.

"It's obviously got more than enough power of its own. You'd think it wouldn't need more," he directs at the room. Maybe someone else with a better grasp on magical theory could try to answer this one. Meaning yeah, Strange's theory sounds plausible enough. "Syrlya and the Ringmaster both aren't part of the Courts that made it. You think it that way because it recognized Summer in Steven?"

He looks up at the Rose, uneasily. He wonders if it's so strong because it's consumed others before, if that's how it was made. Not the most relaxing train of thought, that's for sure.

[kingsroads]

"Syrlya and the Ringmaster also have more experience and more control over their magic," Strange tentatively interjects, with a frown. "They could be able to resist the influence easier." It could be because of the Court attachment. It could also be that Steven sucks at magic.

Of course, he probably shouldn't say that Steven doesn't have experience with magic right when Steven's being a sad little crying rosebush but it's a valid theory, gotta at least mention it.

"Needless to say, we've got plenty of theories, but short of shoving another person up there, I've no idea how to test them."

[lordofthering]

"There are a number of factors that could have affected this outcome, most of them unique to Steven," the Ringmaster says, waving a bit dismissively. "There's the Court connection... there is the Rose Queen's lineage. Her magic has an innate kinship with roses, that probably extends to this one, no matter how it was created... and from what I understand, Steven's birth mother had a connection to plant life and roses as well."

"There's also the fact that he's a reasonably strong empath, which could easily result in any influence from the Blue Rose affecting him more violently than would be standard. Or the fact that his body is partly made of light energy, and energy is easier to alter with magic than solid matter. There are all kinds of factors that could have played into this. Possibly, Steven was just the perfect storm of traits that the Blue Rose's power could take advantage of..."

She crosses her arms, sticking up her nose.

"But, regardless, that is quite enough for today! I see no point in allowing further experimentation, at the risk of anyone else being compromised. Steven's testimony suggests that the Rose is just as I thought... without an agenda, beyond its own survival and ability to flourish."

She lifts her arms, beckoning everyone in closer.

"I'll escort you back to the carnival grounds, and you can take him to the medical tent from there."