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lostcarnival2018-04-23 01:38 pm
ringleaders) wrote in lostcarnival2018-04-23 01:38 pm
Entry tags:
- !event,
- 9s,
- @the athenaeum,
- alphys,
- amethyst,
- carly nagisa,
- cole,
- commander syrlya,
- ginko,
- gongenzaka,
- herbert west,
- john childermass,
- joker,
- jonathan strange,
- julien delacroix,
- kirigakure shura,
- lambert,
- lauren,
- miko nakadai,
- reiji akaba,
- reira akaba,
- renzo shima,
- rita mordio,
- susan,
- tallisibeth (scout),
- tigerstar,
- tyki mikk,
- yugo,
- yūya sakaki
⇨ 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.
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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"The dough's easy enough. Same thing that goes in noodles." The only thing Lambert can reliably make. "We just need egg, salt, flour, and water."
As he speaks, he's already hustling off to start opening cabinet doors. The main trouble with this is that he doesn't know where things are in the kitchen, so it's trial and error, but he manages to get a couple of sturdy bowls and a wooden spoon out of the cabinets, at least.
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With those tucked under his arm, he starts opening cabinets on the opposite end to find other ingredients, Flour, flour... aha! he strains for it on the top shelve...
It's just out of reach. He strains a little harder.
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He turns, about to ask Yuya’s opinion, when he notices the boy struggling. “You need any help there?”
He’s not bothering to keep amusement out of his voice because he’s a jerk.
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There's a cloud of white everywhere, and a muffled sound while he scrambles to upright the bag and stick it on the counter. He shakes his head to remove some of the flour, which really just fills more of it in the air.
He looks at Lambert blankly before giving him a thumb's up and scrambling to find the rest of the ingredients. Like filling a pitcher with water.
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Now for the eggs. He cracks two into the bowl, one at a time, stirring vigorously to mix them in. It’s looking a bit stiff without the water, but he can’t judge until they’re able to add some moisture in. No problem. Once Yuya gets back with the water, Lambert nods at the other bowl.
“Wanna get started on the fillings?”
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He remembers enough that the filling has to be pre-cooked or else they'll get burnt wrappings, so he sets about putting a pan into the stove top and then returning to the fridge to find... well, it's not pork but it's some sort of meat. It's probably fine.
He gathers the meat and cabbage and drops them aside before turning on the shove. "Have you made stuff like this before?"
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'How hard can it be' turns out, in fact, to be something of a struggle, especially between them and their limited kitchen experience. The dough needs to be remixed after they roll it out and discover to their dismay that it's lumpy and filled with pockets of flour. More bowls get pulled out, and then it's wrestling with wrapping the dough around the (slightly too crispy) meat in a configuration that won't just spring open. Trying to fold it into the dumplings Lambert and Yuya doesn't work out well for them -- they just sort of end up awkwardly twisting it into bundles of dough with a small scoop of meat pressed into the center, hoping for the best. Some of them come undone in the process of cooking, but they're salvageable, even if it means eating them more like a weird stew.
Regardless of their misshapen quality, they're actually pretty edible, and they're both hungry enough by then that they taste just fine going down, and Lambert is unbelievably smug about this. The kitchen, though, is a bit of a mess, and the witcher decides they need an extra bit of help... so he summons Celandine to help by retrieving stray utensils and the like, tasking Yuya with getting the dish-washing started while he works on putting ingredients back in their place. Lambert's been practicing, it seems -- he doesn't appear to show discomfort having Celandine out of his immediate range anymore.
It's like that for a while, working in contented silence. It's when the witcher is reaching up to put the flour back on the shelf and Celandine is handing Yuya a fork that the daemon speaks, conversationally:
"So it really doesn't bother you? Lambert and Childermass?"
There's a soft paf and a swear from the witcher as he drops the damn flour on his own face, much the same way Yuya did earlier.
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He puts a clean bowl aside to dry before taking the fork from Celandine, but her question causes him to pause his efforts.
"Uh, you mean... not-dating?" His tone implies that he absolutely still considers it dating.
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"Whatever you want to call it." She leans forward to whisper conspiratorially, even if Lambert is just going to learn this later when he unsummons her again: "They haven't decided that yet."
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"No, it doesn't bother me if they're together. They make each other happy, right?" He smiles, honest and genuine, but there's a touch of bemusement as he raises an eyebrow and regards Celandine. Lambert really shouldn't need to be sitting here wondering what Yuya thinks of his relationship, as if Yuya's part of his family or anything. So...
"Are you asking because they're both guys?"
Yuya might be a little romance-avoidant, but he's not as dumb about it as he acts. There's not a lot of reasons Lambert's soul should be asking that.
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"Yes," Celandine says simply, looking at Yuya steadily, her tail flicking slowly behind her as she searches his expression. "Lambert remembers that sort of thing didn't matter in Portland. But ... it's different, where he comes from. Where John comes from."
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Or, it's impolite to talk about it. Although Yuya would like to think it won't always be that way.
He pauses his cleaning briefly, stopping himself from reaching to rub the back of his neck while his hands are wet and covered in soap. He shrugs instead. "But I think it's a good thing to be with people you love no matter who they are, right?"
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Lambert flushes. "That's enough," he snaps, bustling over irritably, flour-covered still, to try and pick the daemon up and move her away from Yuya. Even he isn't certain what she's trying to accomplish with this.
"He doesn't want to hear all that."
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"It's okay if you want to talk about it... because you're going with him, right?" They did broadcast that right when everyone was discussing the silver mirror after all. Yuya heard it. "It's going to effect you, too."
He inspects the fork briefly before moving it aside to dry as well. Then he drops the sponge in the water and shakes his hands off before turning to Lambert. "Maybe there's somewhere else in the world you can live? Where... at least you won't be hurt for it."
Yuya's global history is definitely not well rounded enough for solid suggestions on that, though. But it's nice to think about.
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“I don’t know.” He makes a face. “Strange said he had to pull all of English magic back together, since there wasn’t anyone else for the job, and even after that, he’s probably going to be cleaning up after everyone else...” So, in short, no place in that life for an itinerant witcher who wants to jump his bones.
“We have him here,” Celandine murmurs. “With what we’re doing ... it might be all the time we have.”
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"I think... if you care that much, then you'll find a way to be together no matter what the law say." He's only briefly uncertain as he says it, but when it sinks in his smile lifts back up into a toothy grin. "Even if things are hard, they're easier to bear when you're not alone. Besides, you're pretty stubborn and he's pretty smart, so you'll find a way to make it work."
Yuya believes in that much. He's fought too hard, tooth and nail for people that he loves to believe that any real feelings won't be worth it.
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“You’re not wrong about that,” he admits. “The stubborn part. Though that’s both of us, even if he doesn’t look like it. We’ll sort something out. ” There’s a reason they fight so much. He moves closer to the sink, depositing Celandine carefully on the counter, and examines the dishes Yuya’s been working on. As cheesy and naive as Yuya’s words may be? They do make him feel better. Some of the tension in his shoulders eases out.
“You’re wrong about him being smart, though,” he snorts. “He can be pretty stupid too.”
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"I think especially here no one's going to give you any trouble. So if you two don't want to hide it... maybe you shouldn't."
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"Maybe. I'd like that."
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"So, I still can't talk about it with Mr. Strange, right?" Not that he was intending to, but Lambert seeking validation from a teenager warrants a little teasing.
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"No, you still can't. We've got a bet going how long it'll take him to notice on his own." Not true, but its true enough that its become a morbid fascination how dense Strange is.
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It’s after those words are out of his mouth that it occurs to him that opens the question of what they were up to in the same cabin, if not that, but — Yuya really has seen the worst.
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He looks vaguely disturbed at the revelation for a minute. Anyway, he's not goingto ask about the cabin sharing because he knows exactly what it was if not just sleepovers. Either way. "So he knows you're close but not... together?"
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That may or may not provide some insight into Childermass’s servant issues in Portland.
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