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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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His tail sways behind him and betrays him once more by displaying how content he is. He almost wants to lay down for a nap right there but there were far too many people he didn't trust at this party. Ginko was at least here but for how long only he could tell. "Mister Gongenzaka, can you also confirm that everyone is the same that hatches from these eggs~ Same time, same temperature, same requirements~ "
-throws immediate reply out before disappearing the rest of the day-
So, no surprises where his concerns lay.
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And he has no intention of going anywhere until Sans is out, for that exact reason. So, y'know. At least Tyki can be sure of that.
"Trying to encourage him with food or something might be worth trying, though, if you guys really want to." He might be hungry after getting out of the egg anyway, so. Seems like a good plan.
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But then effort was due where effort was applied and there was no telling how far he could go before he got bored of the task. His head plops into his arms as he manages to pull himself further out of the ground. "No need to fluster, Mister Gongenzaka. I'm only teasing~"
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Whatever. She's done making helpful contributions, because you guys are a bunch of uneducated killjoys, obv.
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It's hilarious and perfect to him, because there's surely better uses for those hideous foodstuffs than eating them.
"And so... aromatic," the skeleton echoes, dripping with skepticism.
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He stares at the egg now with a wide grin then O so casually speaks, "Is it bad I want scrambled eggs right now? Not this egg but eggs."
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His leg shifts and causes more cracking in the side of the egg, like he's trying to pull his foot back in and failing. His tail uncurls inside the egg, his stinger piercing through the shell as he stretches.
"Not this egg," he repeats, barely cognizant, as if he's making some kind of backtalk by saying as much.
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Yes that includes Tyki 'Melting Through The Ground' Mikk.
Told you he'd be fine, guys.
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Or, more to the point, if he can parse what's being said, which is seeming more likely.
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Oh, hello stinger. He's just going to grin at the egg now as he flicks an egg shell piece that broke off, or tries to and kind of flicks through it a few times before it connects and slides it a bit away, "We're all waiting for you O so patiently."