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 exits the Carnival and finds himself incredibly disoriented. The glamor at the last stop was nothing like this. Everything looks so much bigger than it should, and his vision swims as he tries to take stock of his new form. The colors are different from what he expected, and he doesn't have any idea what the blade on his tail is for, and he's too small. He flexes his clawed hands (paws?) and takes a hesitant step forward, trying to figure out how his body moves. Walking is awkward, and it only takes him a few steps before he hesitantly goes down on all fours and scrambles forward. That's better, if completely undignified.

Performance Week

Yukio is in the med tent this week, as usual. Though he is there less than he has been, because everything's... getting closer to being as organized as he would like it to be. That doesn't mean Yukio's nowhere to be found. He's spending some time out under his glamor, adjusting himself to using a gun in his small alien form, and then actually competing (and winning himself a bronze medal for his efforts).

After the medal ceremony, Yukio splits his time between the medical tent and intense archery and throwing-knife practice in the training grounds, with less-than-healthy amounts of time spent sleeping in his trailer.

Edited 2018-04-04 03:33 (UTC)

There's another problem with crawling on all fours besides the lack of dignity of it: it makes Yukio even harder for people to see in his current state. That includes Syrlya, still tall as a purplish Asari, and certainly not looking down as he steps right into Yukio's path.

Hopefully his reflexes are still good, before he gets tripped over or, worse, stepped on.

His reflexes are good enough, maybe even better, and his range of vision is wider than it usually is thanks to the extra set of eyes. He's still not looking up though, and he almost runs into Syrlya's leg, pulling back just in time with a startled noise.

"Watch where you're going!" He ~~yelps~~ says, and manages to keep himself from stabbing his bladed tail into the person who just stepped on him.

Syrlya stops, confused when that voice sounds so close but he doesn't see anyone. He takes a step back, looking around for the source before he finally glances down. "Wh--oh, pardon..."

Glances way down. Syrlya shouldn't judge, people come in all shapes and sizes, but even that's so diminutive he would have assumed Yukio was some animal if he didn't, you know, talk.

"... Pardon me."

Yukio's ears flick back as he stands to his full (inconsiderable) height. His voice is... not as annoyed as his posture would suggest, because Yukio has had practice appearing calmer than he is even if he doesn't know how to control his bristling fur or the tense curve of his tail.

"It's fine. I wasn't watching where I was going either."

Syrlya regards Yukio for a moment, glancing over his bristling fur. He's inclined to try and set off his irritation further, and if Yukio's attempting a voice of diplomacy he can meet it in turn.

"The... station is quite overwhelming to navigate." Especially, he assumes, for someone so small. "Where are you headed?"

"I was just looking around," he explains, fur slowly settling down. He may have a reactive temper, but he can always rein it in. "I haven't had much chance to get away from the Carnival yet at this stop."

"Oh, you are with the carnival as well? I assume this is not your natural form, then." At least, it hasn't seemed like anyone was spared the transformation.

"I am Syrlya, one of the nightrunners," he gestures to himself as he introduces himself. It's so hard to recognize most people like this. "If you decide to visit their homeworld, take care. The land is very dangerous, and I believe it requires special protection from the air."

"That's correct." Yukio says, with a nod (and nodding is kind of disorienting with his extra set of eyes like this). Syrla? That's the... the plant, right? "I'm Okumura, the medic."

Yukio may not have have a lot of respect for Shura's work ethic, but she does kinda mostly take her job seriously when she's on patrol, if only because she doesn't want to have extra time added on to her contract because of her negligence. So, taking her job is that semi-serious way, she won't harass Yukio when she spies him on the training grounds. But a few hours later when she's off duty? He's free game. And really, this is for his own good! He's been training for how long now? He definitely needed a break.

"Four-eyes! How long are ya gonna be at it?"

But maybe she shouldn't be coming up from behind when he's so focused? Ah well. He should be used to it by now.

He's too focused, absorbed in the deliberate repetition of pullandreleaseandpullandrelease of archery until all the muscles in his arms and shoulders and back ache with every pull and the pads of his fingers sting and burn as the energy string of the fae weapon drags across them.

Shura's familiar voice pulls at him, drags him out of his focus like he's being woken from sleep. His hands fall to his side as he turns, barely keeping his grip on the bow as he suddenly becomes aware of just how sore he is.

"That isn't my name, Shura-san."

"Oh~? I don't recall you winnin' that match, Scaredy Four-eyes." But that little bet isn't why she's here. Seriously, he looks exhausted. Maybe this was as good a time as any to harass him about the little thing she had heard about that Yukio had neglected to mention. He also neglected to mention his new little toy, but she could get that out of him later. First things first.

"C'mon. You need a break and I need a guide." Of course, there was the likely possibility that Yukio hadn't been up to the hot spring, but that wasn't Shura's biggest worry.

Do you want a rematch? he almost says, before Shura keeps talking. A guide. Sure, he can do that.

"Where did you need to go?" The sooner he gets rid of her, the sooner he can get back to practicing, or to the medic tent, or out to gather more plants for his growing collection.

Could he take the chance that he'd lose to her in his condition after having lost in the Space Olympics? ~~Or would they be interrupted by a Space Invasion??~~

"The hot springs. I can't believe you didn't mention that there was one here, y'know. I had to hear about it from someone else talkin' about it on the radio!" No, she can completely believe that Yukio wouldn't mention it to her. There were lots of things Yukio didn't tell her. But maybe she could convince him to take a soak.

"I don't recall you asking me for a tour." Yukio says. But the bow goes into its holster, strapped to his back and out of the way as he starts walking.

"That kinda thing is important ta tell people about!" Because hot springs are the best?? Yukio, get your priorities straight!!

But sure, since he's going to just go along and take her without complaining about having to do it, she'll follow him. Fine by her. She'll just drag him into one of the springs when they got there.

Hot springs don't really interest Yukio enough to put them on a list of important things to tell people about without any prompting. They're there, and if he has time one of these days he might go check them out more casually.

"Have you had a chance to explore much of the area yet?" Yukio has, a bit. He doesn't have a supplies store to rely on here, and he's had to gather all his own plants.

HOT SPRINGS, YUKIO. The only way this could be better is if there was a masseuse or a spa there with the springs.

"Eh, a little." In spite of what Yukio might think of her work ethic most days, Shura was just serious enough to have scoped out the general area. She couldn't really do her job if she wasn't generally familiar with the grounds. But the lake and past that had been left alone just because she hadn't known that wonderful things were hidden there. " But that stuff in Wismuth happened, y'know?"

Wismuth. Yukio... doesn't want to deal with anything that happened there, with any kind of fallout. He's felt more stable since leaving there, more like he can keep a handle on everything, but he doesn't want to dredge things up.

"Hopefully this stop won't cause anyone as many problems as Wismuth did." Is what he settles on, as he keeps walking.

"Wouldn't that be nice, not havin' anythin' blow up on us?" Mayb get a bit of that vacation Rin tried to describe this place as. "Heard you were able to help out in durin' that fight with those powers. Eh, but I ain't gonna miss that little familiar of yours." Shura suspects that Yukio isn't completely comfortable with the subject. Shura's going to mention it anyway.

"I did what I could," Yukio says, and he knows it wasn't enough. He couldn't be on the offensive with his healing powers, and he ultimately wound up not being very useful at all.

"I wouldn't have minded keeping it around. It would have come in handy in the medical tent."

What, was he mad that he wasn't one of the big heroes? That was all just a pain in the rear to deal with. Besides, hadn't he wanted to do all that doctor stuff for a reason? Healing someone was right up his alley. He even had a bedside manner that was than Shiro's.

Though coming from Shura that doesn't say a lot.

"What, you get fond of him or somethin'?"

"Having a familiar that could share regeneration powers with anyone it wanted to would be useful." He might have been a little bit fond of the creature.

"Ah, so that's what he was for." She hadn't seen exactly what happened back then, surrounded by the crowd as he was. "Then that guy really did suit ya. Seriously, I don't know why I'm surprised." Of course. Of course it would be something like that. Well, whatever. The little guy wasn't there with them anymore, but maybe that was for the best.

"I would have preferred offensive abilities, but I can't deny it suited me." But... that's not why Shura's here.

"Did you really come here to talk about my familiar?"

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