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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Yukio is just walking past, just minding his own business. It's the yelling that catches his attention, and the flames, and the general commotion, and he stops just down the path. He'd been practicing with his rifle, and he slides it off his back as he watches the argument. If it escalates, he'll do whatever he needs to do to stop Dr. West and the others from hurting each other.

Frankly, Carly came into this a neutral party and she's already fuming.

But not at Foster. "Whether it's nothing, or not, we can't attack each other-!" she insists, before turning on Herbert. "But I'm not doing ANYTHING to help you antagonize anyone either!" the hummingbird woman screeches. "Right now, the best thing for you is going somewhere else instead of....of Poking him for more!" she adds, huffing. Because honestly? 'Determining what this is about' feels very much like literally poking a bear.

A pause. And then, with a sigh-

"Now can one of you please tell me what you're fighting about at all..!"

"Abandoning this will solve nothing!" Herbert insists, eyes back on Carly. "I am not...trying, to 'antagonise' him, can you not see that?" He waves a hand at Foster's face, his eye, streaming green fluid. "He's in need of medical attention and he's aggravating his injury further every moment we continue without resolving this!"

He has to stop to take a breath, to brace himself against Carly's magical exhaustion before continuing.

"Foster, had brain damage, something which I always intended to cure--I was, in fact, working on that cure for nearly a month before the concert in Wismuth--at which point, controlled by the Void, I injected my new reagent through the corner of Foster's eye into his frontal lobe."

"Now I am aware," he rushes to add, before either Carly or Foster can chime in, "that this was likely, ah...a traumatic experience. For Foster. But, well. It's been weeks, and I need to work out what physical damage has been caused and all he'll say is that everything is clear but nothing is clear! What am I supposed to do with that?! I'm certainly not going to kill him as he keeps insisting."

Foster's laugh (it is a laugh, now) rises over Herbert's claim that he needs medical attention, but he doesn't 'interrupt' otherwise. In a way, it gives him a chance to recover somewhat, wiping the sticky ichor off his face and the... clearer fluid (tears? spit? is there blood in that?) from his cheeks.

The longer Herbert talks, however, the more agitated Foster clearly becomes, and by the time Herbert is attempting to describe the process of his 'cure,' he's shuddering, wracked with some kind of spasmodic response that ends when Herbert proposes it might have been traumatic. With his head bent and bear paws to cover his face, it's not clear what it means--laughter, fear--but by the time he 'repeats' Foster's words and asserts he won't kill him, he's surged back up on his front legs, though blocked from any advancement by Carly and her enervating fire.

His voice turns chillingly cold.

"You fucked up," he declares, suddenly--and laughs, and it's just as cold. "You fucked up and now I have to live with it."

He sweeps one ursine arm out wide in dramatic gesture, narrowly missing Carly in the process. "What does it matter if it's traumatic, whether I was... hahaha, whether I was traumatised. There's nothing to traumatise! I said I can think clearly. I can think clearly, but nothing is clear! You didn't cure me. My curse, my fate was stronger than your science, my disease more powerful than your cure. Tell me I'm wrong!" He locks eyes with Herbert over Carly's shoulder, but doesn't try to close the distance between them--he's held back entirely by the ravages of fatigue and misery, by his deepening agony and wretched state.

"So fix it. Fix me! Put your needle in my other eye--I won't stop you. I'll let you, I'll thank you! That's what you do with a diseased animal, isn't it? You put it out of its misery." He stops, mostly for breath, partially for punctuation.

But there's something something both pleading and accusatory in his eye.

The argument is drawing too much attention, and progressing nowhere except further into agitation. Yukio brings the gun up and fires, two shots. One for Foster, one for Doctor West.

The magical blasts shouldn't hurt them, but it should send both of them to sleep. Should, unless either of the two combatants have some kind of reagent-based immunity to magical sleeping blasts.

"HIHHH-!" On the one hand. Yikes.

On the other? As soon as she realizes that...the shouting has finally stopped, and she lessens her flames. Mostly. After giving a squinting glance toward Herbert she leaves a few of those going.

Stay. Sleeping. "Hauuuuuhhhh....I'd say 'how hard is it' to get a straight answer, but it really did have to be these one day, didn't it..."

She stretches, getting up from the carousel thing she was sitting on. What is this, a rabbit...ah well. A sigh.

"I don't know what that is, but thank you..!! I can't do anything that instant with my fire..!"

Nope! Knocking Herbert out works just as well as with anyone else. His knees buckle and he slides down the side of the carousel animal, his arms thankfully dragging along the side and preventing him from smashing his face into whatever passes for fibreglass for the fae.

He ends up crumpled sideways with his face on the ground and arms outstretched. Thanks a lot, Yukio, you traitor.

Not that he has any idea what just happened.

Foster was thankfully only half-upright to begin with; had he not been, there's a good chance the act of dropping him would have done some damage to something somewhere.

Instead, he crumples, his front legs buckling, though there's quasi-comedic (and quasi-unfortunate) khong as his skull connects with the carousel floor.

Nice shot, I guess.

Yukio slings the gun back over his shoulder and strides up to the group, projecting (as he so often does) an air of confidence he doesn't really feel. He has no idea if he made the right decision, just shooting his boss like that.

"It looked like the situation was getting out of control." He says, and then crouches down next to the unconscious centaur, checking him for injuries. "The gun simply sends them to sleep. They should both wake up in about six hours."

"Hihhhh...you're telling me," she lamented. "I had hoped making them more tired would make them less aggressive..." Fires are finally extinguished, the purple flames vanishing as she sighs. Fortunately, it doesn't seem that anyone is injured especially...at least beyond Foster's self-inflicted eye-mushroom destruction, from which some ichor is...Oozing.

The woman peers over Herbert, before nodding. "Mnh, you shot them really easily, so with the rules here, I trusted it would be something like that at least..."

...There is...a pause. "...We should definitely keep them separated for a while though."

Oozing face mushrooms. Yukio has to remind himself that it's not a demonic infection, as much as it looks like one. He pulls on a glove in order to examine them more carefully, tilting Foster's head as he pokes at the mushrooms.

"That might prove difficult." Doctor West seems to be the sort of person who doesn't know how to avoid conflict.

"Hauhhhh...I was afraid you'd say that..." Not that she knows...most anyone here particularly well, there's something about how Herbert and Foster simply ARE that brings the risk to mind easily enough. "We could at least get them to separate spots anyway...And if we know roughly when they'll wake up, maybe we can head them off!"

She's so hopeful, really-

"I can take West to the medic tent. Do you think you can move..." this other guy. "If not, I can help you move him once I've gotten West out of the way."

"Mmmmmm..." That is...a centaur. So.

She chews her lip. "...I'll try, but you might want to double back when you're done with the Doctor..." Yeesh, Foster's enormous now-

"Of course." He says, with a smile, as he picks up West in a fireman's carry (behind that smile, he tenses under the strain of lifting and carrying another person, even though West is smaller than him). "Give me a few moments and I'll be right back to assist you."

"Got it!" And...

Well once Yukio is gone, she'll give it a try at least.

"Hmnnh...HRMRMNFFFF-"

Nope she's not dragging this man anywhere and all she has succeeded in doing is potentially dislocating hers and/or Foster's shoulders.

Damn!

He doesn't throw West onto a cot in the medical tent. That would be unprofessional. But he also doesn't take too much time making sure the doctor's comfortable before he heads back to check in on Carly's progress.

Please don't dislocate any joints he doesn't have the training to properly reduce dislocations.

Carly has successfully managed to do two things.

The first is Not dislocate her limbs. The other is successfully Not dislocating Foster's limbs.

She has not moved him at all, and is sighing a bit by the time Yukio returns. "Hauuuuhh...maybe I should start doing weights..."

Yukio isn't really looking forward to this either. Foster's going to be heavy, especially by the time they get him to wherever they're going to put him.

"Don't worry," he says, with a little bit of a smile, "I've been working out."

That was a joke. Please realize it was a joke.

"Where do you want to put him?"

"Oh! Well, if you say so..~" She realized it was a joke, it seems. But, back to more serious matters she quickly goes from a chuckling, joking tone to a more...exasperated one. "Mmnhh...I would say his trailer I guess, but that brings the question of where his trailer IS..."

Does... anyone know where Foster's trailer is? Yukio certainly doesn't.

"We could just... move him out of the way?" That's certainly more a question than a statement, because now nobody here has any idea where to put Foster.

"Mnnhhh...." That seems...

Dangerous.

"...Maybe we could move him generally to the trailers....and then go from there." Yeah.

"We might be able to recognize his trailer once we make it over there." Yukio agrees. That... might work as a solution. He doubts it but he has no other ideas.

"You think so?" ~~Hopefully they assume a level of cleanliness, because apparently, He Is.~~

Well, it IS about their only shot, so... "Hmm. At the least, I know which trailers are empty...and I recognize MOST people's trailers, so we can probably work off that~!"

Yukio's hoping for a name on a door or mailbox, honestly.

But he's hoping they find it quickly, because Foster might be skin and bones but he's still a lot of skin and bones, and Yukio's not any stronger than a human teenager should be.

"Do you know anyone else who might be able to help us move him?"

Yukio could call Rin, but... well, that would just be giving up.

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