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lostcarnival2018-03-20 12:34 pm
whattaprick) wrote in lostcarnival2018-03-20 12:34 pm
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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"It was my fault!" Papyrus cries as he plops forward on the ground - not on the egg, of course! - and buries his face in his arms. "The void, mostly, too, but... I did such terrible things!"
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"O-ohh jeez, you were the one---!" She claps a hand over her snout and tries that sentence over again. "I didn't know! I had no idea! Why don't I ever keep my big mouth shut!?"
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"Oh no! Alphys, no, don't hurt for me...! We mustn't get lost in a recursive loop of sadness, I've already hurt too many... and that's not the kind of person Papyrus wants to be." He reaches out an arm to pat at her reassuringly, but since he definitely can't reach a shoulder from the ground, he just goes for patting at her foot. If he can even reach from here.
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"Nonono! Don't say that!" She insists, because Papyrus of all people is supposed to stay positive. "It, uhhh, it wasn't you! It was the Void! Yeah!"
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"You're... right. It wasn't my fault, what am I thinking? Without the Void's damage, warping my judgement... I never would have. And now I know to be on guard! Against thinking things like that! I just have to better remember... what person I want to be!"