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lostcarnival2018-03-21 03:33 pm
ringleaders) wrote in lostcarnival2018-03-21 03:33 pm
⇨ 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.
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. |
now let's wildcard, spades to start ♥
Then it was also because Tyki Mikk was playing too. Although admittedly he probably stood up the moment he realized the other was there and started dryly inquiring in a rather leading way why he was there and was half prepared to walk out himself before they ushered him to sit back down...
But then—then it was just about the competition. And that delightful little sense of karma at someone getting their comeuppance.
And why, when Allen is announced as the third place winner and Tyki leans over the table to offer his hand, "Good game, boy"... he stops and considers that with a rather pointedly curious expression actually. Thoughtful, somehow.
Before he would have indeed shook the Noah's hand back — with his left. Cheerfully. And with the most iron grip that would probably crunch a normal man's hand. Because we're being watched by more people than he'd care to think about and you can't do anything about it anymore than he can, can you. ✨
(Let's be honest, it would have taken a rather long and tense silence with forced smiles and audible electricity in the air before someone needed to usher them both along, Allen to the presentation of his award and interviews he would then proceed to duck out of and Tyki to... whatever horrible thing he was going to go do.)
That is why, when Tyki returns home whenever he does, he's going to find the light already on.
There's a candy wrapper brazenly forgotten on the floor, too.
And there is an Exorcist stretched out on the top bunk, legs neatly crossed at his ankles and still very much fully dressed, just chewing thoughtfully on a pencil as he flips through some messily scrawled-upon papers. Very much a neat and contained person (leftovers, candy wrappers, and the occasional dirty sock aside), and yet somehow seeming to fill up the space like he owns it...
Pardon if you're blinded for a moment by how the light reflects off his medal, Tyki. He's hung it just to the side of his bed in such a way where it catches the light quite dramatically.
It's also going to be visible and right in his line of sight whenever Tyki goes to bed, too.
But Allen actually seems rather blase when he comes in, turning slightly to regard Tyki with a smoothly arched eyebrow and absolutely no explanation of his presence there. Curious almost, as to why he's there. Composed.
Kind of like Tyki is the one intruding.
Go on. Fight him. ]
this is still hilarious
Joker had then interrupted his nefarious intentions and with a half sincere promise he would be back later for dinner, he left them hanging there smushed together in the closet with the door jammed shut. Keep quiet or die. He even left a few Tease to linger with how hungry they usually were.
He's busy for the most part with Joker's assignment, stiring things here and there, washing dishes with his Power to Choose like a dull dishwasher, or hanging things when he needed to. He spots Allen out of the corner of his eye but says nothing with Joker around. It looked like the Stage Manager was ushering the bronze medalist around and he wouldn't complain. Joker had a devious habit of getting people to behave and get along. Unfortunately Allen's and Tyki's history was deep seated in blood and war.
By the time he gets home it is later in the evening and he'll notice that light on as he stands outside the door. He's got basic grocery supplies in a bag hooked under his arm. It clicks as it opens and he lets it swing open. Thanks for blinding him. He has to shut an eye to adjust and step inside. His fingers hook behind him and it clicks shut when he pulls it. He then turns the lock to close up for the night.
Allen doesn't look like he's running anymore and right now he's not sure how he feels about that.
This is his trailer, medal or not. Don't give him that look. His ears are betraying him right now the way they are pinned back.] Well, well. Look what the cat dragged in.
[He wants to fight. Badly. Every word is almost bitter yet hidden behind a veil of uncaring words.] But sure, go ahead. Make yourself at home. If you feel you deserve it.
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Although he doesn't miss how foul a mood the Noah seems to be in and that's not something to ignore. As deadly as Tyki is when he's jovial it could go from bad to worse even faster if he's in a bad mood. So he just raises his eyebrows slightly for a moment.
Maybe also because Tyki has an armful of groceries and that's a little weird still. ]
Here I thought this is what you wanted all along, bothering me for the last week. [ You were kind of annoyingly insistent, Tyki. How're those chickens coming home to roost treating you. ]
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Even with his exceptional poker faces when conning, Tyki read like a book in these situations especially to Allen. He reaches up to grab the curtain that latches onto the side of Allen's bed and tries to drag it shut across his legs without asking. He doesn't want to see his stupid face right now.]
It was. Now I could care less. [He squats enough to plant the bag down, open the mini refrigerator and start pushing lunch meats, eggs, apples, and some odd space fruit into the corners. He eyes a label he can't understand though it looks strangely like some kind of cream and pushes that in as well. Once it is closed he'll set some odd space crackers into the cupboards.
His eyes flick over towards that medal staring at him constantly.] Usually when a new pup gets put into someone's trailer they are somewhat responsible for them but you've been here about a week now and what orientation I could've given you seems like a waste of my time now. You can learn the hard way.