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Lost Carnival Mods ([personal profile] ringleaders) wrote in [community profile] 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.

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.
criticallyfucked: (But ground yourself with Jacob's Ladder)

[personal profile] criticallyfucked 2018-04-26 04:57 am (UTC)(link)
[You were a Guardian. Didn't Creation Speak to you?]

Foster sounds... not bewildered, exactly, but it's clear that's not a question he was expecting. It's the same dubiousness that accompanied Lambert's questions about politics.

[It didn't speak to Familiars. I knew it was there, of course, but I knew that already.]

It's short and dismissive--but really, he knew about Creation long before he joined the Carnival. He just didn't have a name for it. Not a name that was used by others. He had his own knowledge of it, an awareness of its presence and power, just as he knew the Void's shape, its reign over the End of All Things. He could sense it, grasp it in its essential form, the form of ultimate truth he could know but not explain--!

[But after... I had a brush with it. I can reach out and find it, if I have a purpose to.]

He already knows his purpose, though--he has his purpose, he knows its form. Or he did.

He still does, really. It hasn't changed. It's just.... harder to find his way.
Edited 2018-04-26 04:59 (UTC)
whattaprick: (did you even notice?)

[personal profile] whattaprick 2018-04-30 05:52 am (UTC)(link)
"Creation didn't really talk," Lambert answers, grimacing as he recalls the experience. "Would have been a lot easier if it did."

Or maybe not, but he's dealt with nebulous cosmic entities twice now and both experiences aren't things he'd care to repeat. What Foster's describing sounds somewhat similar to what Strange was blabbing about, before (i.e. magic bullshit). Since it's less plausible that Foster and Strange separately or together convinced themselves that Creation took note of them as special, Lambert can only conclude that as bizarre as this all sounds to him, it must be the truth.

"Good to know. Might come in handy, one of these days."