lostcarnival | ⇨ SPACE OLYMPICS

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⇨ SPACE OLYMPICS

Who: Everyone!
When: Day 30 - Day 44
Where: The carnival, Zargon, and Olympic Spaceship
What: Things return back to normal as the carnival performs for aliens of all sorts at the Space Olympics. Or at least, as normal as it can be when you've got an underfunded and falling-apart spaceship hovering over a deadly planet.
Warnings: Sports and people's inability to do them.

REACH FOR THE STARS↴

At first glance, the Space Olympics seem marvelous. Aliens from all over the universe, of all shapes and sizes have joined together in an intergalactic display of teamwork and sportmanship. What could be more inspiring than that? It's only when you hang around for a bit that you notice things aren't exactly in tip-top shape.

► OLYMPIC SPACESHIP: This is where most of the events are held. It's a massive spaceship spanning hundreds of miles and consisting of multiple floors. Teleportation discs and space public transport can take you anywhere on the spaceship in a blink of an eye. It has almost every amenity an athlete can think of: multiple gyms, practice arenas, saunas, etc. Likewise, there are plenty of things for civilians and spectators: merchandise stands, shopping malls, grocery stores, and television screens everywhere so people can watch the event. Shuttles to and from Zargon arrive on a regular basis.

► ZARGON: Facility wise, Zargon itself is less impressive than Olympic Spaceship. The carnival and the athlete's village comprise most of the habitable areas. Both are concealed underneath a large biodome, the main thing making the area livable. Enterprising Zargonites have set up stands that let people explore outside of the biodome. Rent a spacesuit and you too can enjoy Zargon's natural wonders, such as the distant red plateaus and the stunning solar winds. Just try and stay away from the toxic mold, naturally occurring pockets of hallucinogenic gas, and ten foot tall Zargon Death Flytrap.

► 1980s TRAINING MONTAGE: Since carnival members can only attempt to medal in one event, why not try different sports to see what that one event is? There's equipment for all sorts of sports: gymnastics, swimming, biathalon, snowboarding, etc. They've even somehow brought space horses up here for Space Dressage! There's also equipment for sports that carnival members might not have even known existed: Space Gymkata, Space Pooh Sticks, Space Limbo Skating, etc. The sky's the limit!

► A BIT OF A BUDGET SNAFU: The Space Olympics is kind of falling apart. After performance week, the carnival is drafted to help out and keep the Space Olympics running as smoothly as possible. This means fixing buildings, breaking up fights, helping in the kitchen, trying to sell merch, etc. If there's a feasible problem, the carnival members will be drafted to help fix it. The biggest problem of all is the multiple mechanical failures: artificial gravity stops working, temperatures on the ship rapidly shift from hot to cold, and the snow machines for Space Slopestyle won't turn off.

► PERFORMANCE: Performance week will start early this stop, to try and get everyone back into the swing of things after the chaos of Wismuth. Athletes from the village roam the carnival, taking in the sights and sounds. A lot of them haven't ever seen anything like the magic of the carnival and it's workers and will proceed to ask question after question about how all of this works: turns out that sci-fi and fantasy don't crossover as much as one would think. Still, don't be alarmed when you turn the corner and there's a Hutt trying his hand at test your strength.

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"Ginko's not so bad. I wouldn't have minded that. I at least trust him a little compared to most people whose jobs are to solve problems," he says with some integrity to his words. "I wasn't winking. It was simply a new sensation I was adjusting to."

His head tilts, perhaps too cutely, "Hmm, I don't even know if I can purr."

"A new thing made you only close one eye..?" And. Oh, that's very very cute- Cute enough that she stares for a little bit before she bothers answering the other statement. "Do you still want to see Ginko? Maybe we can help you act more like a cat so that you can pretend easier."

No don't encourage this Reira-

"...Or you could see if you can purr."

"Sort of?" he says with a little less conviction than he wants. There's a flat look thrown her way at being told they can see Ginko but then it is lost with him as a cat. "He does know animals, I've been told." And he can't see the Ringmaster putting someone in a position they couldn't handle.

"If he's not busy..."

"Mhhhhh.... ...Yeah. Ginko looked after them all alone, before I got here..." She's pretty sure he did at least. But hey! She makes sure she's holding this cat properly, and with that she'll be off. "Let's go then!" she decides. "This is important, and he's probably not busy."

Which is to say, Ginko would like to think he always has to be busy, so he probably needs a Break and this counts.

The cat snorts at the 'probably not busy' and will grip onto her again with his claws. Sorry, it is not that he doesn't trust her. It's just that he really doesn't want to be dropped. He can't exactly land on his feet just yet and for a cat of his size, it looks like a decent drop.

It's not that important but he doesn't say it and he'll try to climb up higher, "All of them? Isn't there a Foreman that should help out with that?"

Well, fair. Maybe. If his claws go too deep after all, they'll probably just hit rocks. And, well. That won't hurt.

She shakes her head though. "...He's not here, but I don't think he would know about animals either."

It's a hunch.

Constant reminders of the Manor like to sneak up on him more than he wants to realize. If his claws reach rocks they'll subconsciously pull back gently. Even his ears might slide backwards in memory.

"I do not wish to question our Lady," to which he means the Ringmaster," but sometimes I wonder if some of these people are worth their weight in their position." He has serious doubts about the Doctor but people needed a Doctor. Even having one around was somewhat comforting.

Reira for her part, likely notices such motions-but says nothing, just as she says nothing about the Ringmaster's judgement. After all...well. Her brother runs a company, and he's not always the best either.

So she shrugs, and carries on her way. "Mnh...Ginko at least, does a lot of things that are probably worth his 'weight'," she decides, nodding. She's making sense of this right?

He knows what it is like to make a heavy decision just for the sake of making one. He hates high society for that reason mostly because they pushed their weight around because they could. The Ringmaster at least didn't seem to do that and he liked her for that reason.

"Yes, he is a gentle and caring man. I value his 'weight' over the medical staff itself or most positions here."

She has no idea why there's a beef with medical, honestly. But then again she's actually had a good impression of Herbert (somehow). So that's certainly something she stares a little owlishly over as they enter in through the woods. It won't take Reira long to find the path to the menagerie in any case- and in turn, Ginko's employee shack.

"Mnhhh... ...now we just have to find Ginko I guess..."

Reira is a kid. Most kids trust adults and listen to them thinking they are a sign of hope and a caring person. It's just... some kids become resentful with age. Herbert was one he somewhat was disinclined to listen to. She didn't need to know about that. If she wanted to trust Herbert, then so be it.

"Well, you'd know where he'd be the best," he says with a hint of a lie. Tyki was kind of a stalker. He might know a few places.

"Mhnnn..." Would she know though? That's sure a question. Well. She heads off to check the shack properly first, before heading toward the paths to storage and utility areas.

He's bound to be somewhere after all!

It's the storage area where she'll actually find him, putting away an armload of cleaning supplies. He glances over his shoulder at the sound of footsteps, and his ears lift when he catches sight of Reira and... a cat? Huh.

"Oh-- hey, Reira." He... assumes she's going to explain where the cat came from.

He curls his paws on one of Reira's shoulders like he's trying to pick himself up or at least turn around so he can see Ginko properly. There he is. His tail is swaying without his permission now that he's in the presence of someone he trusts a little more than most.

Reira says he's broken and Ginko is bound to be someone that can fix his problems. He has a lot of work ahead of him. For now, Tyki is quiet.

"Hi Ginko." Hoorayyyyy, success-

There's no time for any celebration on that however, and Reira just comes in and holds Tyki up a little bit more. "...Tyki needs to learn how to be a cat properly-so I thought you would know."

There is a pause. "He doesn't know how to purr either." Reira that's not a conscious action most of the time-

...That's. Kind of an explanation, sort of.

"Tyki...?" He looks at the cat, raising his eyebrows. Ah. "Can I ask why he's a cat to begin with?"

Is this one of the Ringmaster's weird punishments? What did he do?

Oh, so there is no pleasure before business. He kind of deflates at that as his ears droop and his body flattens in her arms. He's even hanging sort of as one paw raises to wave lightly in the air at Ginko.

His voice comes out evenly this time if that is any consolation, "Transformation magic. It could be useful in the long run." Or that was his reasoning when this all started. He was only having mild regrets.

"Umn..." Oh no. Why is Tyki sad. What did she do-

"...He was mostly good at pretending, but then he didn't do a lot of cat things...so..." ...It's going to bug her honestly, and she looks from Ginko, back to Tyki. "...did I make you embarrassed..?"

That's clearly it it has to be-

Oh, yeah, he... doesn't look thrilled. Huh. "I... suppose it could. ...Can you turn back?"

--Oh no and now Reira is worried. Ginko looks from her to Tyki, frowning slightly. "It's... nothing to be embarrassed about," he adds hesitantly. "This stuff takes practice."

"Yes," he speaks instantly now that his cover is blown.

At her question and then Ginko's statement he snorts, even if it comes out weird with the cat nose, and he'll lift a paw to wave it under Reira's chin with a light touch, "I'm not embarrassed," he begins with a gesture of his other paw, "I just wanted to mess with Ginko a little. Deceiving and all." He looks down at the ground and adjusts his hind paws lightly, "I would like to be put down in any case."

"...Oh..." Well, she helps him down then, careful to let him set paws down first. "...That seems mean..." she mutters, frowning a little. Now she doesn't feel sorry for you at all Tyki. Ginko deserves Nice Things!

Wow RUDE. Ginko raises his eyebrows at Tyki. "Too bad," he replies dryly.

But, as for the actual issue at hand. "So, you... want help with acting like a cat?" Ginko isn't totally sure how much he can do about that, but... he guesses he can try.

He appreciates being set down gently because leaping down himself might land him on his face. His paw waves in the air with a little flex of claws and the sneer is lost on him, "It's only affectionate teasing. I wouldn't go to an extreme with someone I enjoyed talking to." If you don't count the Drider business.

"If possible. If I am imposing I can seek the information elsewhere. A more convincing cat would allude to better reconnaissance. It is the point of this." And to be exceptionally lazy. Sun spots are really nice.

"Mnhhh..." If you say so. She supposes she doesn't have a lot that can be used to prove anything however.

As it is she nods to confirm, looking back to Ginko. "...He almost had things right, but purring is a really important cat thing, like landing on their feet, or sniffing things. Or happy-blinks," she adds, squeezing her eyes shut for emphasis.

You know, that thing where the cats close their eyes real tight because they're really happy and trust you lots. That thing.

"I'd still rather you didn't," Ginko mumbles. He's not a fan of being teased, affectionate or not. But, that's not the most important issue right now.

"No, offense, but... if he wasn't managing to purr, land on his feet, or sniff things, what was he doing right?" He looks between the two, genuinely curious. Because, really, he's trying to imagine a cat that just doesn't do any of those things right now and it's not very convincing.

⇨ SPACE OLYMPICS

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