⇨ FAERIE TALES

[ringleaders]

Who: Rescue Teams!
When: Day 61
Where: The Athenaeum
What: The carnival goes to get their kidnapped comrades, and use the Athenaeum's magical power of narrative asspulls to guide their way.
Warnings: Two out of three of the fae here are deeply unclean.

TELL YOUR STORY↴ Five of you have been lost, and it's time to get them back. Below, we will be threading the encounter threads one at a time. Put on your best improv hat and feel free to join in.

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[scientificist]

"Don't exert yourself, I need to look at your nose: you headbutted a sword," Herbert says, which isn't a great explanation but it's all he's really got, now. Jasper is an idiot, but--ah, at least an idiot who will listen to the two supervisors in the room. Who fixes tables around here? Engineering? Maybe he'll ask Ginko, he seems folksy and useful and might know how to make tables. He doesn't know.

The nose is kind of out of reach, though. He's actually closer to her gorilla feet situation. "Hmm," he goes and turns slightly to make a face at Peridot. Is this aftermath of fusion or damage related? Well. Whatever. "Go and sit--carefully--on that cot."

[mirrortide]

Lapis, who had been just about to sit down on a cot, instantly jumps up and makes her presence known as soon as Jasper reforms. Because she's still running high on emotion right now!

"Jasper! Don't exert yourself, they're going to find Steven, he'll fix this and you'll be fine again!" Lapis tries to reason, also mostly with herself, because This time Malachite wasn't nearly as bad as the first! Surprisingly enough.

[periphrasing]

Jasper why is it that you're always the one that Peridot witnesses having weird gross physical form issues. What the heck.

There is just A LOT HAPPENING right now, and Peridot is pretty out of her depth. "Her gem is damaged, I don't know what you expect me to say!" she snaps at Herbert with an exasperated gesture, automatically assuming that face he's pulling is some kind of criticism to her own method of handling this, even if it wasn't meant that way. "We can take damage to our projected physical forms just fine, but gem damage? Literally the only thing that I know of that can fix that is Steven and his weird, saliva-based powers!"

As if she wasn't worried enough about the rescue mission to retrieve Steven, they had to go and put a time limit on it.

[stompadour]

"I -- what --" Jasper is kind of overwhelmed by trying to come to grips with this situation while Herbert and Lapis are both speaking to her at once. She stumbles backwards to the cot on her extremely bad hand feet, which are much worse for balance when you don't have four of them, and then grimaces as the crack on her nose widens again. Her hand -- one of the ones that's where a hand is supposed to be -- flies to her face. "My gem--"

She's a soldier; she's seen this happen before. She knows how it goes. Her eyes, staring out between her fingers, are wide, the pupils slits.

"Steven?" she grits out sounding immensely dubious.

[scientificist]

"I don't know what state he'll be in but...possibly well enough to spit in a glass?" Herbert grabs a marker and a stir rod from the table beside the one Jasper destroyed and walks over to the cot. "I should have kept samples on hand..." This, muttered more to himself as he lines the stick carefully up with the crack without touching the gem and draws a line for both non-invasive dimensions.

"My current supplies are only tested on various forms of organic and magic life," he admits, "how quickly will this progress? I'm...worried destablising Jasper and attempting the bubble as an option will hurry along the process." It's going a lot faster than he had assumed, based on when the nick happened and when they returned.