⇨ SHOW'S OVER

[ringleaders]

Who: Everyone who DIDN’T get caught up in CY-Ren’s music, D13-D14.
When: D13-D15
Where: Wismuth, the Carnival
What: Recovering, taking stock, and trying to figure out where to go from here.
Warnings: ? ? ?

FALLEN STARS↴ ► AFTERMATH: After the culmination of the confrontation between Noa and CY-Ren — as much as it can be called one, since it ends with the Guardian being flung off the stage — the arena returns to darkness. After a few seconds of silence, the backup lighting sputters on, but instead of music a loudspeaker begins to blare loudly: ATTENTION, FANTASIA FESTIVAL ATTENDANTS. DUE TO AN EMERGENCY, WE WILL BE EVACUATING THE VENUE. PLEASE FOLLOW STAFF DIRECTIONS AND PROCEED TO THE NEAREST EXIT. THANK YOU. The pleasant, automated woman’s voice begins to play on loop as the concertgoers, snapped out of their trance, look at each other in confusion. The Void creatures that had come out at CY-Ren’s command are nowhere to be seen now, and neither is the singer herself. Wismuth police officers, though they look as uncertain and dazed as half the audience seems to be, break up the crowd and directing them to file out of the Fantasia Festival’s exits. It’s easy enough for Carnival members to slip away, though as they go through the crowd they’ll hear the festivalgoers discussing anything but the sight of Guardian and Harbinger in combat, much less people being dragged into shadows… “Right in the middle of CY-Ren’s set, too! Aren’t they supposed to check the wiring on these things?” “I paid to go to a concert, not a fire drill! I’d better get a refund!” “They didn’t have to shut the whole place down—" In the chaos and flow of people, it’ll be hard for Carnival workers to keep track of each other, but one thing is clear: they can’t stay here. ► HOME AGAIN, HOME AGAIN: The would-be saboteurs and those who’ve stayed behind have a chance to meet up again once they get back to the Carnival’s grounds. However, what exactly happened back there is unclear — and the one who might have answers is still unconscious from her brief altercation with the Harbinger. Still, there’s no shortage of things to do: after all, once they get back, it’s obvious there are more than a few missing faces. ► HEADLINES: Anyone who ventures to Wismuth in the days after the festival will find something peculiar: all news about the incident at the festival has been written off as a freak fire from some faulty wiring or a potential incendiary device, which reporters say police are ‘investigating the cause of’ and which some of the more sensational news sites are already having a field day with (based on rumors and hearsay the venue may have received a bomb threat). Most entertainment sites and social media coverage of the event only include blurry clips with captions like ‘tmw you fucked up the only vid you have of cy-ren’s concert 😭fml' and generally agree that it's a pity she never got past a second song.

Comments

[whattaprick]

"What, don't I look like I've got a tender touch?" Despite the situation and the scent of his own blood in the air -- hardly the first time he's had to deal with it -- Lambert manages a crooked little smirk.

"The Ringmaster decided I was better off put to work stabbing things. Or telling people to stab things." He shakes his head. "She was a zebra."

If Solas even knows what that is.

[lonesomewanderer]

The mention of 'hooves' gives him enough of an impression. A zebra must be similar to a horse or a halla. Trying to imagine either acting as a healer in any capacity is... impossible, to say the least.

"You have certainly found your calling," he says beneath his breath though he makes no attempt to hide his words. ANd because he's curious, he goes against his better judgment to ask, "How did a hooved creature manage?"

[whattaprick]

"Should hope so, since I was trained to it," Lambert answers cheerfully, fuzzy boar-ears flicking. Chances are, even if Solas had elected to keep his voice low, he would have been able to pick it out ... so all in all, doesn't make much of a difference either way.

"And she was a magic zebra, obviously," Lambert answers, wiggling the fingers of the arm that isn't currently getting sliced open and dug around in. Probably supposed to mimic magic gesturing or something like it. "Don't ask me how that worked."

[lonesomewanderer]

If that was how Lambert thought magic was done, it was a wonder Lambert held his own against fae magic. Enough to remain standing after a fight with one, at least. Solas drops another seed into a growing pile of them.

"You will find my curiosity is not so easily sated." He eyes Lambert for a moment as if considering something before speaking again. "You could provide a live demonstration. Once your arm is sewn shut." And maybe he wants to see if he can get the human to make a fool of himself.