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⇨ THE ATHENAEUM

Who: Everyone!
When: Day 47 - Day 58 ish
Where: The Athenaeum
What: The carnival arrives at book world. First week, they'll be performing for magical manifestations of book characters. Second week, it's time to hunt (for books, in the library.) Around Day 58 some stuff will occur.
Warnings: Reading is mandatory.

FAERIE TALES↴

Though the carnival will be performing for its guests in the first week, they are welcome to search the Athenaeum while they are off duty during that time. The manifestations of story characters will be out in full force during performance week, with animals, people, objects, and even locations growing out from various tales. Most are distracting at worst, and will be curious to check out the carnival. Some, however, can be as dangerous as they were in their stories of origin. You know what to do.

► IT'S TIME TO ROLEPLAY: The best way to deal with book ghosts is to follow their narrative to its logical conclusion - turn the tables, work the story so it ends in your favour! Naturalistic and narratively satisfying plotting will have the manifestations following your lead. However, push too hard and introduce too many plot holes, inconsistencies, or illogical plot twists, and they will reject your reality utterly, becoming quite aggressive in the process. You can also use your natural abilities and powers to fight them in a traditional sense, but in the Ringmaster's experience, it's best to fight reality benders by bending reality right back at them. If you aren't careful, it's possible to be dragged fully into a story's reality, and then things get really messed up.

► IT'S ALSO TIME TO READ: The carnival came here for a purpose, and that purpose is to research. Specifically, the Ringmaster is looking for information on the Queen's Miracles - the set of ancient fae artifacts that the Blue Rose is one of. The carnival needs these artifacts to defend itself, but nobody knows where they've been for thousands of years. That's what the books are for. However, nothing is stopping you from pursuing knowledge for personal reasons. The halls are open to your perusal, and only your heart can guide you to the book you truly seek. Check the plot post to see what's allowed, and sign up to find plot info or other important game information below.

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Yes, I--[He doesn't have much opportunity to explain before the forst encompasses them--or at least, at first it seems like a forest. There's certain a lot of wood and foliage, but it's strangely enclosed, dark, and a lot of it is shaped into huts and bridges that spiral up to levels above them.

Most of the people around are Sylvari, in colors ranging from browns or oranges to blues and everything in between, and all manners of vines and flowers and bark forming their bodies as they pass. There's some animals around as well--pink flamingo like birds, hounds that look to be made of plants as well, and alarmingly large fireflies.

Syrlya sighs, closing the book in his hand. It's too late now.] Mine. This is my home.

[ Holy shit this place is beautiful. Strange looks up at the sky, the trees, and all the various plants and foliage around them. England has it's perks, but nobody would ever describe London or Shropshire as lush, green, or gorgeous. The Lake District, perhaps, but certainly not London.

Strange can't help it: he's downright gawping as he looks around, looking from the Sylvari to the birds to the fireflies with an expression of wonder on his face. ]

This place looks beautiful!

[ he's straight up forgotten about any potential danger, let's go explore Tyria! ]

[Oh, well--Syrlya can't help but puff up with pride, a wide grin growing on his face.] It is, isn't it? We call it the Grove.

[For a moment, Syrlya forgets that this is his book they're about to wander through as he takes a few steps to lead, gesturing to the thick bark tht makes up the base of the area.] All of this is in the boughs of the Pale Tree, our mother. She is extraordinary, though much of the city is created and maintained by gardeners and shapers.

[ Strange continues to outright stare and gape as he looks up at the tree and the foliage surrounding them. Because again, this is intensely beautiful in a way that Strange hasn't ever seen before. ]

We're in an actual tree? [ that is so coooooool. And Strange turns towards Syrlya with a wide grin on his face. ] Go on, give me a tour! What places do you like to visit? Do you think we can find your house?

[There is probably an actual story progressing, or trying to progress, somewhere around here. But they can find that later, because right now Syrlya's eager to comply with Strange's request and show off his home.

He chuckles, shaking his head.] I do not have a 'house' in the human sense. Ah, I wonder just how far this illusion goes... we are on the bottom floor.

[In fact, many of the visible buildings don't even have actual doors. Talk about a lack of privacy.] But whenever I return, I often stay within the Dreamer's Terrace... that is the largest abode, there. Then there are the gardens for each cycle, which are mostly used for socializing, learning, and recreation.

[He points to their directions as he describes them, one particularly large building formed of molding plant walls and then four sections of the lower level. It's clear he knows the place well, but that might also be because it is comparatively a much smaller city than other races.]

Do you think we can go there? Either the Terrace or the gardens, I'm not picky.

[ There's definitely an actual story trying to progress somewhere around here. But Strange is like a kid in a candy store as he looks around. He's ridiculously enthusiastic and as long as Syrlya's willing to show off and explain the tree, Strange will happily listen. ]

Well, we are right in front of the Terrace... [He points to the large, domed plant building with a proper door in front of it. Or at least, what's presumably a proper door because it blocks the entryway. A pathway curves around the right, and there's a patio next to the pond that circles the left.

Syrlya gestures for Strange to follow as he approaches the front, and the door spirals open by his proximity to let him in. The floor and walls are a little smoother inside, with ramps to the upper levels and a few tables growing from the floor that look like large mushrooms, and chairs that appear to be daisies with extremely thick stems. Some of the flowers in the wall and on tall stalks glow, too, much like Syrlya to illuminate the area.

It's also busier inside, ghost Sylvari cycling through their limited behaviors in the story. It's eerie if you watch it too long, probably, but otherwise it's a clear view of the (more sparsely dressed, plant-clothed) people that Syrlya comes from.] This is the common area.

[ Wherever Syrlya leads, Strange follows, making certain to keep up and not be left behind. Strange is still blatantly gawking, looking like the world's most obvious tourist, as he looks from a plant to the pond to a sparsely dressed Sylvari lady who's plant clothes do nothing to hide her chest and okay yeah Strange is looking back at Syrlya now. ]

Something like this makes England look absolutely pathetic, [ Strange muses. ] I'll have to hide any books about my world from you!

[ He idly sits in the daisy chair, testing it to see if it would hold his weight. He's sitting in a literal flower. How amazing is this? ]

[The chair definitely holds his weight, no problem. Syrlya, meanwhile, leans his hip against the table as his arms fold around the book.]

Denying someone something only strengthens their desire to have it. [Strange of all people should know that.] I am sure you do not give your England enough credit.

[One of the figures ahead rounds the corner with more purpose than the idle book-characters, attempting to afix a sheathed blade to their belt. The robes are lighter and of more common quality, the sword basic, but the face is really obviously, unmistakably Syrlya. And he's headed for the exit.]

[ He does know that. And yet, he's going to continue to downplay it because again, Syrlya's world is just so much more interesting than Strange's England. ] You forget: my world barely had any magic before ten or so years ago. There's nothing even close to being this extravagant or this impressive.

[ Because obviously this is a magical tree, people are literally growing from it. Strange gets up from the chair before a person passing by catches his eye. Hold on a moment...that figure looks like Syrlya. Er, a different Syrlya, that is. The book Syrlya. But wherever he's going, Strange wants to find out. Not because of any story reasons, just because he's a nosy fuck. ]

Over here, [ he says, gesturing to Syrlya as Strange starts to straight up follow book-Syrlya. ]

It does not take magic to be--oh. [Syrlya stiffens and straightens up as Strange points out his book doopleganger. He's already up and going for him before Syrlya can stop him, but he's still going to reach out and give it a shot anyway.] No, no, we needn't--

[But his protests don't matter, since they're more than noisy enough to make book!Syrlya stop and turns to face them, already opening his mouth to speak. He looks the same, and physically there's no sign of aging between the two of them. But the way the illusion holds himself, less tense and cold, and his more wide-eyed expression present a different sort of demeanor that might come across as younger.

Also, he's blatantly gaping at Strange.] Oh, my... you're human.

[ Any attempts to make Strange stay put or ignore book!Syrlya are absolutely ignored as Strange takes a few steps closer towards the man. He looks over book!Syrlya, trying to take in any details, any changes between the two of them. But no. This Syrlya looks shockingly similar to the Syrlya that Strange knows.

It's probably a Sylvari thing, he rationalizes. Though, at Syrlya's statement, Strange bows his head and gives the other man a little nod. ]

I am. And since we're pointing out obvious things about each other, you're Sylvari.

[ there's a hint of teasing in Strange's tone of voice as he gives book!Syrlya a small smile. ]

Oh--I apologize, I was just surprised. [He looks suitably sheepish about his outburst, bowing him head.] I am Syrlya.

[The real Syrlya, meanwhile, bristles with a conflicted expression as he grabs for Strange's shoulder.] Don't pester him.

[He looks at Strange dourly. The book Syrlya doesn't seem to remotely realize he's being faced with himself, and he offers a smile back.] No, it's quite all right.

[ Strange straight up ignores Syrlya's protests! Nope, this is interesting, he's going to talk to the book Syrlya now whether the real one wants him to or not. ]

My name is Strange. It's a pleasure to meet you, Syrlya. [ as Strange knows next to nothing about proper Sylvari names, he's going to let Syr come up with his own alias if he wishes. ]

Based on your response, I assume your tree doesn't get many visitors?

I don't know. [The spirit looks suddenly uncertain of that.] I only awoke a few evenings ago. Even so, well met Strange and...

[The Syrlyas look at each other, and the real one's shoulders raise in sudden panic. He can't introduce himself as his name, but there's a lot of friend's names that would be too awkward to adopt.]

I am--[Uuuuuuhh] Siobhan.

[That's the next Sylvan name he thinks of... until he remembers that's the name of Strange's daemon. He turns his face away, mentally cursing himself.]

Siobhan. Ah, I apologize but I cannot stay for long. I have something of utmost importance to attend to, but perhaps if you are still in the Grove when I return?

[ Strange looks absolutely delighted as Syrlya mentioned he only awoke a few evenings ago. He knew that Syrlya was something like five, with him awaking a few evenings ago, does he mean budding or blooming or whatever Sylvari do? Is he talking to a baby version of his trailermate?

His delight only grows when the real Syrlya introduces himself as Siobhan. This means that Strange is just smiling like an idiot at the book Syrlya's question, without any idea as to how silly he looks. ]

We might be, [ Strange answers. ] Though, pardon my nosiness, but what are you attending to?

[Syrlya presses his forehead to the book, as if that'll spare him further mortification.

The book Syrlya looks briefly hesitant, shifting on his feet. It's kind of a personal matter, but...] I promised a friend that I would help retrieve his Beloved from the Nightmare Court. I am to meet him at their encampment immediately.

[Syrlya looks up at that, sobering immediately. Oh, he knows exactly what this is.]

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[ As Syrlya sobers, Strange tenses. It shouldn't come as a surprise to anyone that losing someone's beloved is a bit of a sore spot for the man who lost his wife and then pretty much went crazy to get her back.

Besides, they need to play along with the narrative until they find a way out. What if this is it? ]

Do you want any help? [ he asks, not even bothering to ask Syrlya if he'll help or think hey, if this is Syrlya's life he'll know how good or how bad this event goes. Nope, someone's love is in danger, Strange wants to help fix this no matter what. ]

[Syrlya lifts his head, staring at Strange in disbelief. Oh, for the love of--]

Well... we are using a bit of trickery to slip in through their ranks. Bringing others may disrupt our cover.

[Syrlya sighs, lowering the book as he steps beside Strange.] It's all right. I am an accomplished Mesmer... getting in undetected will be no trouble for us. But the Court is dangerous for a Sapling.

[Because this probably is the story they have to tell. Really, though, these books could do with an off switch.]

... Very well. I am sure Tiachren would appreciate all the help he can get. I can lead the way.

[ There we go, perfect. Strange has no idea about some of the specifics (slip in through their ranks? Was the Nightmare Court an army?). But Syrlya's agreed to help so that's what they're going to do! And really, if baby Syrlya managed to survive this encounter, then Strange is certain he'll survive it again. ]

I'm an Elementalist myself, [ Strange pipes up. Is that the term Syrlya used when they sparred all those months ago? Maybe? He's not entirely sure. ] So you needn't worry about either of us. But yes, lead on and we'll follow.

[ He'll let book-Syrlya lead the way before Strange falls back in step with real-Syrlya...who he's fairly certain might be a little displeased with the way these things are going. ]

[It seems to be, as the illusion doesn't look confused at the revelation before turning and gesturing them along.

Syrlya keeps just enough space between them and the spirit up ahead that he can keep their conversation private as he lowers his voice and looks sidelong at Strange.] This story doesn't end well.

[Before he gets his hopes up that they're about to play hero.]

[ Strange is fully expecting the start of a lecture from Syrlya and is already mentally preparing some of the counterpoints to bring up in said lecture. As such, he's a bit taken aback by Syrlya's statement. That bright smile fades into a small frown. Still, Strange can't help but ask, ]

His beloved. Does she survive?

[ At least give Syrlya's friend that much. Come on, universe. ]

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[Syrlya pauses at first, simply watching Strange with his lips pressed tight in careful control.

Then he looks ahead, to the back of the illusion.] It would have been a greater kindness had she simply died in their captivity.

[How assuring. He doesn't get long to dwell on it, because turning back makes him realize as they walk that the scene is modifying itself--the Grove giving way to a sandy beach that stretches east, but their path lies going away from it and back into the grassy plateaus of the forest.

He blinks, glancing around quickly.]

[ Well. That answers that. Strange is about to say something else, about to protest that there must be a way to change the story (even though he knows there isn't) before the scene starts to shift and the beach turns into a forest.

This happened before, in one of the other stories, so Strange realizes that this might be the scene moving forward a bit. But also? He's got no idea what the hell this beach is. ]

Where are we now? [ he mutters to Syrlya. ]

Sandycove Beach. The Nightmare Court had a small encampment in the caverns near it. [He's not sure if it's still there, it's been a while. But the Wardens always had difficulty breaching it through all the aggressive wildlife.

The book spirit waves to the figure ahead--another shorter Sylvari of pale green whose armor might as well make him the very image of a noble knight. He looks pleased to see him.] Well met, Valiant. I... see you have brought friends?

[The knight regards them curiously. Syrlya steps forward to quickly smooth out the conversation first.] That's right. We were told that you Beloved was currently in danger and offered our force to the cause. Myself and Strange--[He gestures to him, glancing around briefly.] ... will slip in under a veil, so as not to disrupt your subterfuge.

I see... thank you, friends. I welcome any assistance in saving my precious Ysvelta. She must be so frightened. If they've hurt her, I swear...

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