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lostcarnival2018-03-20 12:34 pm
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just gotta ignite the light and let it shine
Who: Everyone who's stupid enough to show up for this, because legal drinking ages are for people from a different century/planet.
When: Afternoon/Evening, Day 30
Where: Lakeshore
What: Local Carnival workers get wasted and set off fireworks by the lake.
Warnings: Carnival shenanigans, ie. booze, drugs, and people getting set on fire probably. Put any tag-specific warnings in your headers!
So, Wismuth happened.
Lambert's pretty willing to bet a good chunk of the Carnival is pretty happy to act like Wismuth didn't happen, but he also doesn't really care about what sorrows people are drowning or not tonight: he knows he needed this drink, and after he'd slept off the immediate exhaustion that came with running around Wismuth for nearly two weeks with the power of Creation more or less constantly burning through him, he's ready to something, anything to feel like himself again.
Fast-forward to the lakeshore. There's a huge bonfire going, a box of assorted fireworks that's been 'liberated' from wherever the hell engineering keeps their supplies, and probably a crate of wine that's going to disappear sooner rather than later. Anything else, someone's going to have to bring themselves.
[ ooc: This is a mingle log! Bring your own entertainment, food, questionable substances etc. ]
When: Afternoon/Evening, Day 30
Where: Lakeshore
What: Local Carnival workers get wasted and set off fireworks by the lake.
Warnings: Carnival shenanigans, ie. booze, drugs, and people getting set on fire probably. Put any tag-specific warnings in your headers!
So, Wismuth happened.
Lambert's pretty willing to bet a good chunk of the Carnival is pretty happy to act like Wismuth didn't happen, but he also doesn't really care about what sorrows people are drowning or not tonight: he knows he needed this drink, and after he'd slept off the immediate exhaustion that came with running around Wismuth for nearly two weeks with the power of Creation more or less constantly burning through him, he's ready to something, anything to feel like himself again.
Fast-forward to the lakeshore. There's a huge bonfire going, a box of assorted fireworks that's been 'liberated' from wherever the hell engineering keeps their supplies, and probably a crate of wine that's going to disappear sooner rather than later. Anything else, someone's going to have to bring themselves.
[ ooc: This is a mingle log! Bring your own entertainment, food, questionable substances etc. ]
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“You go. Nightrider orders,” he grins. “I’ll head up the other way.”
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He slows to a walk, then stops where he reaches a point where some of the grass in the image is a little clearer outside the shadow. And then he leans over, staring at the image more critically. He doesn't reach the end of the green... but he thinks he's figured out what the green is.
That stunned silence holds for a minute, before he covers his mouth in an attempt to stifle his laughter.
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Strange frowns, looking over at his trailermate. "Well go on, what's so funny?" he yells.
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"Yeah, what is it?"
Sorry everyone at the party, it's idiots yelling at each other along a lakeshore time.
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"Your scrying! Does it... does it change size depending what you are looking into?" Because he's pretty certain it has. "I believe Cole must be in the middle!"
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He trails off as Strange starts drawing circles in the air again, muttering something different. By the time Syrlya and Lambert are back to where Strange is, the image has reformed, small enough so that all of them can see: it's Cole, on the outskirts of the party, sitting in the grass near a tree.
"There we go," Strange remarks, smugly.
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"Boring," he comments with a huff and a yawn, shaking his head and waving a hand in the air. "Do someone else. Someone fun."
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He doesn't focus on it long, however, before turning back to the other two. "Who would you consider someone 'fun'?" Probably, someone easy to laugh at.
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As for Syrlya's questions, without shame, Strange straight up answers, "Usually I spy on Lambert and Childermass. They're terribly boring, but a few times it's been worth it." Ooh, there's an idea. "There we go, we'll do Childermass!"
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"You need to find better hobbies than spying on your friends," adds the man actively encouraging Strange to spy on his friends, giving him a friendly shove. "And you shouldn't be so proud to admit it, either."
But that still leaves the question of who else to spy on. Who else isn't around here that would be fun to tease...? Lambert grins suddenly.
"Scry on Rita. I bet she's playing with her cat again."
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"Are you... feeling left out Strange?" Unless it's that. Maybe Strange is, in fact, just a lonely man.
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"Of course not," Strange answers, a bit confused. "I just like to know what people are up to." He's certain that the peanut gallery over there has something smarmy to add, but Strange turns back to the spell, muttering under his breath as he recasts it.
"Hmm." Eventually, an image pops up in the water, thankfully small enough that everyone can see it. The spell's found Rita! And she's kissing 9S. Strange watches the image with an odd little frown on his face, like he's not entirely sure what to think of it.
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"Holy shit!" Yeah, Strange is going to be saved from the peanut gallery by Lambert leaning heavily on his shoulder to squint at the water instead.
"Didn't think those two had it in them."
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But he turns back to the water as Strange begins to recast the spell. And that definitely is Rita and 9S kissing. He didn't know 9S had any feelings for her, but he's ultimately ambivalent to it. So it's a romance, that's nice.
He's not sure why Lambert is teling about it, and his shoulders twitch suddenly at his hollering before he just looks at him, confused. "What, pursuing one another?"
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He can't help but feel vaguely put out about the whole thing. You can't just DITCH the My Significant Other Is In A Different Realm And I Might Not Be Able To See Her For Who Knows How Long Club, 9S! Solidarity in sadness, stop kissing someone else!
"9S has this whole thing about humans," Strange explains, still frowning a little bit. "I thought that might get in the way of any sort of relationship with one.'
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“Guess we know they’re not going to show up tonight. Quit pouting and have a drink.” See, he’s being a good friend. He’s even handing Strange a drink already!
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"But yes, they do come from different worlds. Vastly different worlds, as a matter of fact. Rita's world is full of magic, whereas I don't know if 9S ever encountered any before the carnival."
And then of course, there's the whole '9S's world doesn't have humans' thing. But this is Strange, of course he focuses on magic as the difference. He takes a sip of the drink, before turning around to face Lambert and Syrlya
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"Seems like he's getting used to it well enough to me."
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"He's been in the carnival for a while. I would assume that anyone who spends enough time here would become accustomed to magic." He gestures again, vaguely, with the empty shot glass. "We are absolutely saturated in it."
Enough that it's altering their physical body, which will always be a little unsettling for someone who's much more used to having greater control of his appearance. Not so completely disturbed to regret this, but... he's seen some of the other carnival members.
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"To start with, I don't think Rita's world has any androids. And if they do, they aren't as complex as 9S is. Anyway, that doesn't matter." Strange turns towards Lambert and tries to sound a bit more like his normal, smug self. "What matters is that I can scry directly into the lake."
Suck on that, everybody who calls his scrying useless.
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“And you’d never have thought of it if we didn’t tell you to try,” he points out. “So you don’t look so pleased with yourself.”
He glances at Syrlya, brows raised. “Magic is pretty common from where you’re from, isn’t it?”
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And some of the people in it, like Syrlya. He's been slowly growing more aware of how much magic is around them... probably because it's begun to saturate him, too. "So, yes. As much as it is for the Ringmaster and her realm. Why?"
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"Tell him about the bloodstone," the peanut gallery pipes up. This doesn't really answer Syrlya's question but, then again, Strange doesn't really know why Lambert's asking about magic to begin with. He can take a guess though, and that guess is nosiness.
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"But if it's going to take a long time, don't. I came here to drink, not hear about even more magic." He shrugs. "I'd rather hear you talk about yourself, for once."
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