⇨ 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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[anti_nonsense]

Rita watches her go silently, then turns to Syrlya. Her hand is already fumbling with one of her pouches when he asks for the stone. She's visibly tired, and her gaze is somewhat unfocused, but she promptly hands over the stone with a vague, "Thanks."

She then makes her way over to Lambert and looks down, considering his wounds.

"Can you carry him?" she asks. Rita doesn't want to admit it, but she's running out of stamina. She can't leave him like this, though... literally, because the narrative now compels her to return with him.

[whattaprick]

On top of the burns, Lambert's bleeding out from where his head cracked against the seats, has at least four broken ribs, and some unknown amount of internal bruising.

He's alive, though. It's just going to suck when he wakes up.

[chronosynthesis]

Syrlya pockets the stone. He turns his attention to Lambert's beaten form off to the side, and... hm.

"Well, I can drag him at least." No promises it'll be comfortable but he can at least make sure, narrative or not, that Lambert gets back to the carnival.

So he walks over to do just that.

[anti_nonsense]

Rita stays close to Syrlya as they make their way back to the carnival, swaying slightly as she walks. She's quiet all the while, her gaze distant and her expression troubled. There's a lot to think about, but it's getting harder to focus on her thoughts...

She manages to make it all the way to the medical tent before she passes out.