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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Well, thank goodness he's not naked. Rita was actually worried for a second, remembering how certain other spells had ended for the afflicted.

It doesn't look like there's any point in sitting anymore, so she pulls herself up to her feet and brushes her tunic off. "So that's what you normally look like," she says. Rita's not sure what she expected, but... well, he could be weirder.

And yet... hm. Something looked a little off when he transformed back. "Aside from the cat spell..." she begins, looking thoughtful, "do you use any other magic?" If he's a carnival magician, he could be a genuine mage of some kind.

Tyki on the other hand sits for a little while longer. This is new to him and while he adapts quickly his energy is rebuilding steadily. In a fight he wouldn't afford the luxury of sitting on his ass but as a lazy noble he's quite comfy where he is.

His cheerful appearance isn't anything special. Portuguese brown skin, golden eyes, panther ears and tail, unless the small and flightless manticore wings from the Manor counted for and/or against anything. "For the most part," he responds because in truth this skin tone wasn't his true coloration and his glamour hid a lot.

In the three or so months, he's kind of lost count with the whole Manor ordeal, that he's been here magic was still a word he was getting use to. Sure he had it but the phrase wasn't as wildly used other than by sorcerers that solely had magic from learning. Unlike Strange's word, there was a fine difference in his own magic. He had awakened to it. He never had to learn it. Still, he answers her question, "I do. My act might be something of a trick but I still use my magic to achieve it." It wasn't just smoke and mirrors, which ironically was Strange's whole gimmick with actual magic.

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Now that's interesting. Peering at him with renewed interest, Rita leans over, hands on her knees.

"What kind of magic?" she asks eagerly. There's no guarantee that it'll be something applicable to her research... but there's always a chance. Hearing about the magic of other worlds is always interesting, besides. There's got to be more to it than stage tricks.

Interesting. He hasn't really met anyone else this interested in his magic for a while and while he sits there, he opts to standing up finally with a dust of his hands against his pants. At least he isn't wearing his nice suit right now but the pants are still quality material.

"Well, there is my basic magic," he begins, not really understanding that she's looking for an actual type of magic, "that allows me to move through anything I want to. Solid matter, air, water, oxygen." He might not mention his glamour because his grey skin is something of a secret.

"Moving through solid matter...? You mean you can walk through walls?" That's the first practical application to come to mind, anyway. This is the first time Rita's ever heard of magic like that.

Which, of course, means she has to see it. "You mind demonstrating for me?"

"Yes, that is one of its uses." It was what he mostly used it for anyways. It's what got him in trouble at that Manor because he stumbled onto something bad on accident.

He raises a brow at her request and grins, "If you really want to see." He does like showing off. His fingers twitch as he resists the urge to show Rita his power the way he shows his enemies or the Stage Manager. She's already shown her displeasure at his other tricks and he's sure an arm through her chest would piss her off, if not scare her first.

He takes a step backwards but instead of his heel touching the ground it goes right through it along with his body. It's as if the world just swallowed him up and absorbed him as he falls right through.

Tyki is correct to assume she'd freak out at an arm through her chest, and opting for a different demonstration turns out to be a good call.

The trick he shows her instead takes Rita by surprise despite the warning, and she gasps audibly when he suddenly sinks into the ground. Surely he knows what he's doing, and he chose to show her this way because he knows it's perfectly safe. But it's hard not to imagine a worst-case scenario... his body becoming trapped underground, or just sinking forever...

But that won't happen, right? Rita turns her head to look around, eyes on the ground. He'll surely resurface somewhere nearby, won't he?

Sometimes Tyki stops and thinks. It's just very rare considering how much trouble he can get into without trying.

Oh, he won't leave a lady waiting for long. He rises from behind her but off to the side as not to startle her and allows his feet to touch the ground once more. He's 100 percent intact with no damage and will spread his hands wide for her to inspect as if he's on display. He loves showing off and it shows with the way he smirks, "Satisfied? If not, take my hand."

To which he'll offer his hand, palm upwards, towards her. Should she try to take it, she'll find she can't. Well, not unless she tries to attack it.

Rita stiffens slightly as he rises out of the ground. The technique seems to work just as he described, and she's somewhat relieved he didn't do anything quite as reckless as it looked...

She's not exactly dissatisfied, but when he offers his hand, her curiosity drives her to reach for it... only to watch her hand pass right through his.

Her brow furrows as she swipes her hand back and forth through his, looking as if she's trying to decipher some kind of trickery.

"This magic... is it something you were born with? Or did you learn it somehow?"

He's glowing with attention now that she's paying attention so closely and normally he would be far more reserved in showing anyone anything. It's just he's gotten rather comfortable with the carnival and not having to hide everything.

His hand stays outward and upwards in a gentle motion as her hand swipes back and forth through his hand. She can do it as many times as she likes and he'll let her. He'll even indulge if she tries to touch any other part of him. The result is the same.

"I was not born with it," a half lie given all humans could possible become what he is if they are chosen, "I learned it when I inherited it." His magic was not like Strange's. His came from a source.

A few more swipes with her hand, and at last Rita steps back to process what she's observed.

"Inherited it?" she repeats, a questioning look on her face. "From who? Or what?" As always, there's a question in her mind begging to be answered: is this magic applicable in her world? And even if not... can she still learn from it?

"All humans in my worth are capable of awakening to this magic but not everyone is able to do it. At most there are Thirteen Members of my family that can inherit the magic I have but not all our powers are the same. Each of is unique," he responds without actually answering her question. Noah was a touchy subject and he didn't know her nearly as well as he did Strange or Lambert.

"Every time one of us dies, another human is capable of awakening to its power." Except what he isn't tell her is the horrid details that come with it. The pain, the suffering, the sudden goal. It was akin to Harbingers but without that emptiness.

"Huh... I've never heard of magic acquired that way," Rita murmurs, partly to herself. It's fascinating, in a way, encountering a form of magic that works so differently from anything else she's seen. But it does seem that its applications are limited... that is, for anyone outside of Tyki's family.

Oh well. Curiosity in itself is plenty of reason to investigate, isn't it?

"You said this was your 'basic magic'..." she begins, gaze focused on Tyki. "That means you have other abilities, right?"

"It's very unique from what I've heard. There are some that do learn magic in my world from studying," he says casually. Some of the enemy had that capability and he's aware of certain people within the Black Order with magic.

He raises his legs off the ground and sits there, right in the air, as if there was an invisible chair. "Yes. The source of my magic that flows within me gives me certain benefits as well. Speed, strength, for example." But to answer her question properly he looks down towards the ground for two small rocks and rolls them in his fingers. He lets her watch as both are set into his hands and then he'll gently pushes them against each other. Slowly, so she can watch carefully, he'll pass one rock into the other and essentially fuse them together at the middle.

Speed and strength... That much is similar to what one can get out of a bodhi blastia. But the difference between an innate power and one derived from technology is a significant one...

Rita watches with fascination, her eyes widening when she sees the rocks combine.

"They fused!?" Her mind races for an explanation. "Then... it's not just your body that can pass through other objects... You can apply the same phenomenon to other things, too. Is that it?"

As long as he has Dark Matter within his body he can call on that source of his magic repeatedly. Tyki's energy was bountiful.

He continues to grin wide as those rocks are placed into the palm of his hand. He holds it out to her for Rita to take if she so wishes. Some people liked the closer inspection and others wanted simply to watch.

"That's the concept of it," he begins, choosing not to reveal all of his cards at once. The trick was to any of this is that he had to be touching it. The rocks weren't fused so much as one was simply stuck inside of the other.

Rita is definitely interested in taking a closer look, and she holds the combined rock up close to her face to examine it.

"So you stuck one inside the other... but what happens to the overlapped matter?"

Briefly, she wishes she had a chisel handy so she could break the rock apart and inspect it properly. In fact... maybe she can, later, if Tyki doesn't have other plans for it.

No, he has no use for the rocks other than to show the example. To him, they were simply rocks to be used and nothing more. Her question does strike some interest and if she examines it enough she may understand his magic more. She will find, in any case, that one rock is inside of the other though it has not grown in size or changed features.

"I hadn't really thought about that, if I am honest with you, Miss Mordio. My magic works as it is intended." In his world, he had the ability to manipulate it. If he wanted to fuse to things together over into each other, it would simply happen.

Rita frowns. That's somewhat typical for people who use magic as an innate power, rather than a learned one... but it's still frustrating, as a scholar, to find so many people with such little understanding of their own powers on a scientific level.

"What do you use it for?" she asks, slipping the fused rock into one of the large pockets of her tunic. "I'm assuming you don't just smash rocks together all the time."

Such an ability could probably be used in a wide variety of ways, depending on how creative the user is.

"I rarely ever 'smash rocks together.' Mostly for my own purposes do I ever use my magic. Then there is the war at home," he says casually. "It has its practical uses in combat."

His hands fold out wide like he doesn't understand her question as a whole. What else would he use his magic for? To entertain? He's not a magician at home, only here, so it takes some thought to process what he wants to say, "Surveillance, recreation, protection, manipulation. The possibilities of this magic are endless." He could likely save lives if he wanted to.

"...I thought that might be a possibility," Rita says dryly. War, though...

Rita's no pacifist. She's probably killed a few dozen people herself. But war, and using magic as a tool of war, always makes her a little uncomfortable. Perhaps it's the political aspect... the idea that people fight and die for their leaders or their ideals, even if they have no personal beef with the enemy soldiers they fight against. It just seems so pointless.

"So what, you're some kind of soldier? Or just the type to get involved?"

Seems like a lot of carnival folk that have magic have seen a lot of fighting or war. Strange, he's not sure other than mentions of having fought in one, but Tyki used his on a daily basis.

Tyki didn't fit into the normal terms of war. He wasn't doing it for land or territory. He did it for the shared Noah goal of the world's destruction so it would be renewed and created again much like the old tales of Noah's Ark in biblical references. Of course, no one would ever find out if he had his say in the matter.

He chuckles deeply and he lets his hand extend outwards once more. This time it dips down towards his chest and he bows, his Victorian manners coming into play. Just to show off his clothes begin to change on the spot and on Rita's next blink he's no longer wearing such a casual attire but one of a Victorian Noble. "No, I am a Lord of the Court that sometimes has to get my hands dirty." And he loves it.

Rita raises an eyebrow at the clothes-changing trick, and it stays raised as he clarifies.

"Well, there's a shocker. Most nobles I've known wouldn't dream of doing their own dirty work." There's a distinct flatness in her voice. Yep, Rita's never been a big fan of nobility.

She'll give credit where credit's due, though. They're not all bad. Estelle was different, after all...

His magic allowed him to glamour his physical appearance only to a certain degree. He couldn't change the shape of his body but skin tone and eye color were a possibility. No one would ever see the umber grey underneath unless they had a special insight to see through it.

"You aren't the first to mention that. I still had my servants to maintain the house. I just enjoyed the travel, and while I was the public face of the family in most cases, I also run errands." He couldn't cook his own meals except for small things over fire. He didn't know how to do his laundry or the simpliest tasks. Despite his words he's still a very spoiled noble. "Don't praise me too much. I know what high society is like." And he hates it.

Don't worry, Tyki, she's already given all the praise she intends to for the moment.

"Errands... hmph." Considering combat was the first thing to come to mind when it came to his uses for magic, Rita can somewhat imagine what sort of errands that might entail.

"... I'd better get back to work," she says after a delay. One hand reaches into her pocket and feels the fused rock inside it. She is so going to dissect this thing later. "I'll see you around, I guess." She doesn't sound the most enthused about it, but all things considered, she's being more amicable than she could be.

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