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lostcarnival2018-01-26 01:02 pm
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⇨ THE FANTASIA FESTIVAL
Who: Everyone who decides to come!
When: Day 12
Where: Wismuth's Fantasia Festival
What: CY-Ren's performance in Wismuth's biggest music festival finally arrives, and those willing to help Noa the Star Guardian show up to intervene.
Warnings: It doesn't go super well.
When: Day 12
Where: Wismuth's Fantasia Festival
What: CY-Ren's performance in Wismuth's biggest music festival finally arrives, and those willing to help Noa the Star Guardian show up to intervene.
Warnings: It doesn't go super well.
SONG OF THE CY-REN↴ CY-Ren's arena is the biggest stage in the festival by far, but it isn't the only one. Several big acts have assembled in the surrounding area, all with a lovely view of the ocean and with Wismuth's skyline in the background. Though she isn't explicitly the main attraction at the festival, everyone knows she's the real reason so many people have showed up. The amount of star power she has is overwhelming, and there are plenty of fans that would get violent on her behalf. ► GROUP UP: Noa will ask everyone to meet her in a park area near the festival stage, so that you can discuss plans briefly before putting them into action. The key is to try to stop the concert before CY-Ren's plans can come to fruition - whatever they may specifically be. How you go about this is up to you, but with how many people are present, it's bound to be a challenge. ► INFILTRATE: After speaking with Noa and determining what everyone will be doing, it will be time for everyone to break into the performance arena. No one has tickets for this, unless they've forged them, as they sold out a while ago. Any means of getting inside is fine, whether that be teleporting, passing through walls, or jumping in by wing. Once you've gotten into the crowd, it's up to you to get close enough to the stage to disrupt the proceedings. ► UNDER HER SPELL: It only takes her first song for things to start going wrong. The impact of the music will strike each individual differently - for most it will only feel strange, but for some it will be completely transfixing, like something that reaches deep into their soul. Those people, the ones slated to become Harbingers, will react to the the song strongly - upon hearing it, they will gradually completely lose their sense of agency, sluggishly moving towards the stage by whatever means available to them. If someone tries to stop them, they will go as far as physically, or even violently, resisting. Clapping your hands, stomping your feet You didn't know that you fell Now you've fallen under my spell" Obviously, if you want to participate in the Harbinger plot, you'll have to arrange it so that they manage to follow through with their hypnotized objectives. They will feel somehow empty during this time, as like they need to follow the music in order to achieve any chance at fulfillment. If you are not becoming a Harbinger, you can still have your character be affected by this to a lesser degree and then stopped by another carnival member, or as a feat of self control. ► BATTLE: By the time she switches to the next song, things will have started to get real. Any blatant, long distance attacks made early on will be mysteriously blocked by some kind of magical force field surrounding the stage, which will take some time to penetrate - at least until Noa gets involved. Body guards will storm anyone who tries to get onto the stage, and ostensibly said guards are not at all human. Instead, they appear to be horrible looking shadow amalgamation in suits, and while their attacks are mostly just physical, they can move with unnatural quickness, can't be pinned, and strike very hard. They can be NPC'd by anyone, and only have vaguely humanoid thought processes. Why don't we see who is better? We don't have to be one and the same thing Oh, what's so wrong with a little competition? Are you afraid of failing the audition?" By the end of the second song, the hypnotized carnival members will have been snatched up by CY-Ren's void agents and disappeared. This can manifest as them being grabbed and escorted off, or possibly disappearing into shadows alongside one of the bodyguards. The guards will be trying to work stealthily, ideally sneaking away anyone being affected by the song without anyone around them noticing, but they won't let secrecy get in the way of their objectives, either. The audience will be able to realistically notice if things start exploding in their faces, but the song will distract them from anything less obvious. |
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And then Foster chimes in, again.]
Oh?
[Papyrus-the-skeleton might have no perspective on what Foster's saying, having lived a life hardly ever meeting a single human... amidst creatures of a big range of sizes and shapes and colors, who were by nature less willing to lethally hurt anyone, and who all lived literally under the shadow of a common enemy. There were unkindnesses and prejudices among them, different monsters having more or less ease getting through life... But not the sorts that Foster's describing, that Papyrus-the-human, the alternate life he'd glimpsed in Portland, had experienced.]
Ohhh.
[Papyrus' smile goes strained and he glances away. Now that he thinks he knows what Foster's mad about... the ways people can be so needlessly unkind to each other... He grasps at the first, strongest memories to do with it all he can think of.]
Uh... Y-you're right! It takes... a whole lot of straightener. A complicated hair care regime, to get... that kind of effect. Working against the natural curls... it's a lot of effort.
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H-humans come in a lot of varieties! Just like m-monsters, huh?
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There is no icon dumbstruck enough
And... closes it again, a crease slowly deepening across his knitted brow. He's making eye contact with Papyrus--or Papyrus' glamour, anyway. Unbroken, unrelenting, all but unblinking. His confusion--consternation?--is so dense as to be physically palpable.
He... wasn't expecting that, in case it wasn't clear. Papyrus might actually have a moment to... salvage this, maybe?]
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Y-Yeah, they do! Not as many shapes... But, colors, and cultures, and... like Foster was saying! Even hair is complicated.
[A hand drifts to his skull, and he runs a few fingers over the crystal ridge. It's just not the same, for all the glamour's hand appears to drift over the curls.]
I had a little experience, with it, in Portland.
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In all my human history texts, the protag- err, the most important historical figures tend to have really great hair. The longer, the better!
[bonus points if it's silver!]
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He's still prepared to do that if he has to, of course, but it seems like he might not need to after all.]
Oh hell yeah. The higher the hair, the closer to the gods, and all that. [And Taako has seen some delightfully high natural hair on the appropriate humans before. Gorgeous stuff. That's one of the few really cool things about humans, honestly.]
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A lot of it is just.... well, no one ever agrees with him. Period. That just doesn't happen. When they do, it's because of the obvious, not... not this. They're not supportive. Or... or.
Portland. Portland--
Foster wants to laugh at Papyrus, to spit at him, to tear him down, because Portland was meaningless--Portland was nothing, Portland wasn't real.
But it was real. Real enough. Amethyst, and his life there--having a life there--the rapid, implacable slide back into decay and misery, the betrayals--
That was. Real. Real enough.
He glances back at Taako. Alphys gets a vaguely baffled look, he shoots Papyrus a deeply suspicious stare that lasts all of a second or two.
What... is he even supposed to do with this.]
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[It's hard to tell if Taako's agreement there means that there's some actual not childish real things in anime, or whether he's caught the bug too. Better not to question it, or even dwell on it much more.
And since Foster seems... done with this, or maybe processing something, Papyrus coughs and turns to point to the stage.]
Should we get going???