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⇨ THE EPILOGUE
Who: Everyone!
When: Day 61
Where: The Carnival
What: After all the rescues team return, it will be matter of tending to the wounded and getting the hell out of dodge. The Ringmaster can handle the fleeing part, but someone will need to look after those in the medical tent. Or, maybe, you just want to show up and ask what the hell happened.
Warnings: Some messed up consequences of faerie fuckery.
When: Day 61
Where: The Carnival
What: After all the rescues team return, it will be matter of tending to the wounded and getting the hell out of dodge. The Ringmaster can handle the fleeing part, but someone will need to look after those in the medical tent. Or, maybe, you just want to show up and ask what the hell happened.
Warnings: Some messed up consequences of faerie fuckery.
IN REPAIR↴ As the minutes tick past, all four rescue groups will eventually return. Everyone in the carnival is encouraged to help out, ensuring that the rescues and victims both are taken care of after the fact. You can tag in here as rescuers taking care of business around the carnival, victims recovering, or other workers checking in to see what's going on. This log is for general aftermath threads, made by anyone. |
STEVEN IN THE MEDICAL TENT
When Steven arrives at the medical tent, half unconscious on Lion's back, he looks utterly awful. His wings are nothing but crystal stubs at this point, and his arms and legs have similarly been converted to faceted crystal and ostensibly shattered to jagged edges at the end. Some root-like fingers are too long, while others have been broken far too close to the hand. There's no blood, no mess, but they have been left mostly useless.
Even Steven's body is covered in crack lines, like the opal in fossilized wood. This is clearly a transformation thing, a magical force that has mutated his body, and it's left him totally ragged. As Lion runs him in, and someone helps him onto a cot, all he's doing is mumbling incoherently. With the way his wing stubs are positioned, he'll have to be laid on his front. His gemstones are still glowing entirely blue, like the petals of the Blue Rose.
He's wearing barely anything, just an over the shoulder white chiton, which is covered in dirt at this point. He may be free, but not without lingering consequences.
⇨ LATER
Steven will be doing a lot of sleeping overnight, too exhausted to get up or be very active. If you want to talk to him later when he's more cognizant, he'll still be there in the morning. By then, his fingers and toes will have grown back on their own, vaguely molding back to their original shape but still as transparent and cold as glass.
He's being tended to, but this is apparently going to take a while to shake off.
Later
"Hey, Steven," Yuya starts softly, smiling as he leans over. He waits, to see if Steven is awake to respond first.
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Even so- he arrives, determined to at least find Some way to brighten Steven's 'waking moments', wondering idly if Creation will or won't have removed it's blessing over the boy's pain. He hopes not.
"...Hello, Steven," he begins when he thinks he sees the other stir, otherwise apparently studying his meditation scroll while seated semi-protectively at the side. "....How do you feel?" He manages, trying to ignore the sight of the crystal.
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LATER; SORRY FOR THIS TAG DELUGE
NO, I LOVE IT
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When Steven awakes, he'll find Joker half draped across the end of his bed.... mostly because Feathers, now fully evolved and the size of a small person, is clinging to the back of his chair and draped across him.
This isn't what he envisioned the end of their rescue would be like, but Joker guesses he just has to deal with it now.
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LATER tosses a tag in while i still have internet
He's around the medical tent a lot, whether helping or just hovering anxiously in the hopes that he might be able to help, but it's not until Steven has had some time to recover that he actually approaches him, carrying Miu in the crook of one arm. "Hey. How're you doing?"
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Secondarily, he sets up a CVC in Steven's subclavian vein because apparently, he doesn't really have a choice when it comes to IVs, thanks to the crystalised arm and leg issue Steven has going on. It's not the safest option, but it shouldn't be required for very long, he presumes, what with magic acceleration in this place. Steven will have a line from his underarm to an IV bag filled with a mixture of predominately saline with some painkillers while he sleeps overnight.
This also gives Herbert the opportunity to carefully take some scraped samples off Steven's fucked up extremities to start working on a solution.
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When she notices him stir, however, she stops and moves closer to rest the backs of her scaled fingers against his cheek.
"Is something wrong?"
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morning after
One things quiet down, however, she sits on the foot of his cot, clearly concerned for his well being.
"Steven? Are you feeling any better?"
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FINALLY TAGS THIS SORRY IM A SLOWBUTT. Some time not long after arrival?
It takes a bit before things are calmed down enough that she can actually get close to him. She wants very badly just to tackle him in a hug, but, he's bed-ridden, so that's out of the question. Instead, she just lingers nearby, perched on a chair next to his cot, staring and waiting for any sign of consciousness, waiting to hear his voice.
at long last
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HERBERT WEST | MEDICAL TENT
For once, he's not working on animal anatomy study or paperwork in his office while Yukio does personable checkups, he's out in the main area, checking on patients, working on something at a chemistry set at the side of the tent, or else just standing in the middle of the room, wings spread, trying to stretch out his lower back.
HELLO...
And then all that water came (literally) flying past the front gates, confirming that everyone had indeed somehow succeeded. Probably.
As such, she makes her best effort to lend a Small hand. She knows they'll probably be busy at first. People were fighting faeries, so people are probably hurt. Which is why she takes that time to gather some things from the cookhouse instead, and only shows up a little bit after the tent appears to have settled down.
She's even patient enough to wait until Herbert doesn't seem to be doing anything important...which is to say, when he's stretching.
At which point, small bundle of pastries in hand, she comes over and beams. "...You did it-!"
CONGRATULATIONS
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LAPIS IN THE MED TENT
Like, as fine as she ever was here, anyway. You can't even tell she was crying grossly just a few minutes ago.
And mostly, she's just kind of poking at her skin and watching the weird ripple effect it makes. She hates the fae?
She hates the fae. They're awful.
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"...What's up with that?"
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Tyki Mikk | Medical Tent
He's there for several reasons. Protection, support, free hugs, conversation, and it being the choice place right now for gathering. Chances are he'll be there all day, unless he has reason to leave, until everyone returns from the rescue parties. He hasn't had a chance to make his way back to his trailer but he will given time. For now he'll watch people flood in and out with a tired expression on his face. He barely slept in the last two days and it shows. At least, he does seem rather calm.
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It's then that he sits up on his two sets of paws and stretches, yawning in a way that releases bright blue fog. Clacking his teeth as he finishes, he turns to look at Tyki, who seems to have been out and about more than he was.
"Things looking good?" he asks, still sleepy. The combination of him being sleepy and also a huge rumbling dog beast is odd.
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oh no I thought I'd sent this,,,
You thought wrong dun dun duuuuun
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REIRA | MED TENT & ENTRY GATE PROMPTS
Reira has been focused on Listening, while at this location. And the last one, actually. Really, it's something she's been working to Improve Upon just about as much as she's been trying to improve her magic- both to decent enough success. As such however, she shows up not long after the return of the 'Water Rescue' team with a bunch of cookies for the Doctor- she'd been on the radio with him the entire time after all, and she'd therefore heard the 'heroics' involved.
After such deliveres are said and done however, it comes to her attention that maybe everyone else deserves cookies. There are exceptions of course- she has the feeling that a number of the gems don't want them, as she can't really recall seeing most of them in the Cookhouse- but she's very soon run off and come back with a bunch of cookies.
...Along with a large, still presently mutated 'griffon' of a sparrow awkwardly nosing a cart of goodies forward. With how many are stuck in the med tent, it's probably fine, she thinks.
Regardless- she's either visiting someone, or loitering at the entrance with food. Or-
"Umn... ...Do you want cookies too?" Get them while they're
room temperatureHOT.[NEAR THE GATE]
She doesn't spend all of her time at the Medical tent- certainly not when there's still other people to worry about at least. Reira is relatively dilligent in trying to operate the magic of the Athenaeum from within the Carnival confines to their advantage- it's weaker, and far more difficult, but she's trying nonetheless because it means she's doing something that might help. So with Yuzu's horn at her side now, she wanders the space between each end of the main gate, her Eagle hobbling behind as she story-mutters rather seriously to herself.
"...Even though they could not be sure what was happening outside... ...the Carnival was safe from anyone who wanted to come hurt them, because of the magic it had..."
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"Thanks!" He takes one immediately with his free hand, biting into it and failing to finish chewing all the way before he finishes speaking. "Are you bringing those to everyone recovering? That's really nice."
His other hand grips a horn of some sort, but he'll get to that.
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reira once again Misses The Point...
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SHIMA | Med tent & wherever
He'll dry off and change and maybe check around the Carnival a little before coming back at some point, and probably continue to hang out around the area as people continue to get dropped off or poke by and the site becomes a sort of unofficial check-in point. His busy-bodying will start to get more unfocused though, mostly consisting of hanging around outside out of the way, or just kind of spacing out if he's asked to get something. By that point the exhaustion of summoning and maintaining his demon familiar in their fight will finally start to hit, except instead of knocking him out it's the vibrating, blurry sort of exhaustion one experiences when they want to sleep but can't. The magic of the Athenaeum isn't as strong on Carnival grounds but apparently it's enough to keep Shima true to his word that he wouldn't pass out that day from over-extending his skill as a tamer.
By the end of the night or whenever the Ringmaster has the realm packed up and speeding away from Fae Central, he'll be wandering around like a zombie, trying to make it back to his trailer before he can give in to the temptation to give up and lay right down on the sawdust of a path and go to sleep forever. He may not make it very far.
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But eventually, when the carnival is finally on its way, he'll start to head back towards his own trailer for a fresh change of clothes and possibly a long nap somewhere. He spies Shima in the distance, wandering a little haphazardly, and without asking he'll touch the back of his shoulder, loop an arm around one of his own and heft him up a bit so he doesn't stumble or fall.
"You did good, kid," he says without hesitation. He heard about his reaction time with Childermass and other things during the rescue. "Don't fall over now. Where's your trailer?"
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JASPER, ALSO IN THE MEDICAL TENT, WHICH IS WHERE THE PARTY IS AT
Having presumably been given instructions to not do any more of that to avoid aggravating it any further, she's sat on the edge of a cot in the medical tent with her hands (currently feet) planted either side of her and her jaw clenched as she waits for the supposed solution to her problem to arrive.
She's heard, of course, that Rose Quartz was able to heal cracked gems. It always seemed improbable to her that a quartz --of more or less the same station as herself! -- should have such a phenomenal ability, but then it ought to have been equally improbable that she'd shattered a Diamond, and that had happened. But she doesn't want to have to rely on Rose Quartz -- or whatever Rose Quartz has become, whatever exactly Steven is -- for something of this magnitude. She doesn't want her life to be in Steven's hands, for this to be some leverage he'll be able to use against her in the future. She's worried he'll refuse, but she also kind of hopes that he will, just because that would make more sense to her. And of course, there's the possibility they might not even be able to successfully bring him back at all -- or at least, not before the crack in Jasper's gem breaks her in half, at which point it will all be the same to her one way or the other.
Jasper is a warrior, made to fight and face death without hesitation or distress. Knowing she might die isn't new or frightening to her in the least. But waiting for it, without any ability to affect the outcome one way or the other, is, it turns out, much worse than charging into battle with uncertain odds.
For once, she'll welcome pretty much any kind of distraction.
HELLO JASPER...
Well, beyond that all he has is their encounter at the ball. And he's fairly certain that must have been different somehow (he, for one, would have been far more anxious about dancing).
As it is, having come in to visit Steven, he sees no reason not to greet another. Not the least because Jasper's current condition is alarming (though he manages to hide his reaction well).
The great 'thing' thus trots over, and gives a steady nod of greeting as he typically would. "...You are..Jasper, correct?" he begins, deciding that to begin with the reason they're in the tent would be fairly rude. "It has been some time since we have spoken." There isn't anything else to that, of course. It's...just been a while.
He's not really sure what else could be said on that. Except... ..Hmm. "It is good that you were able to return." That. That's a good thing, yes?
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The Psionic // OTA
He's in the medical tents first, but as people start to arrive the Psionic quickly begins to feel out of place. He's worried. He knows the last time they faced these foes many had been injured. He didn't expect the outcome this time to be much different. Even with the magic of the library on their side, with some of their members taken they were already at a disadvantage. The fact that they cared about their members must have been a well known weakness, considering how frequently their enemies abused it. The Psionic smiles grimly at the thought. That would be one thing they wouldn't have to worry about if the carnival were troll run.
Despite the anxiety worrying about the others gave him, he still prefered the way things worked here than he did the way they worked on Alternia. He tries to keep things positive, and if he sees anyone alone or looking down or bothered he goes over to talk to them a bit, just to make sure they are okay and see what he can do to help.
"I've got faerie liquor and I've got water. Take your pick."
II. Around the Trailers
And once he leaves the med tent, feeling he's gotten more in the way than he's helped, he walks over to the trailers, where people might be holding up to lick their wounds in private. Unfortunately that privacy is about to be invaded. Since the Psionic never bothers to learn the trailer numbers for anyone who isn't in labor he just knocks on any random door. If your lights are on you might be hearing a knock on your door and a call from outside.
"Hello? I don't have anymore booze on me, but I can get some."
III. Around the Carnival and in the Mess Hall
Of course if alcohol can't fix your problems, there's only one thing left to try. Sugar. Does the Psionic know how to bake? Probably not. But somehow he's got a stash of cookies and the few he hasn't devoured are yours for the taking.
"Here, take it." he says, offering it to basically anyone who by. It's not Sunshine Ambrosia, but it's nearly as warm feeling, in his opinion.
III
"I could get you some milk for those, if you'd like," Hinawa offers as she pops her head out of the kitchen.
:D
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Hades - Medical Tent
But, really, he isn't that bad of a guy.
Moving through the shadows, he enters the tent, ducking his horned head. There is a small, knowing smile on his lips - as always. His expression is called disgusting for a reason - as it seems wholly wrong for the occasion. Yet it never wavers.
"Are you prepared for the crossing?" he pauses by the first bed, laying a clawed hand on the patient's forehead, "Magic shall stop your heart for only a little while. You will be called back."
Is that comforting? No? Well.
"By the look of it, you will not be alone." he raises his gaze to the other beds, musing over the various conditions, "The transformations are unique."
The Ringmaster has not disappointed him yet in that regard. He actually looks forward to how he will change.
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The horned man Hades is resting his hand on right now doesn't exactly fear death, but he's accepted its eventual inevitability. That doesn't necessarily mean he's rushing towards it, though there have been more than a few close calls for the Carnival's sake. Lambert keeps his eyes shut, not currently on nearly enough painkillers to make the mistake of moving to swat the hand on his forehead off. A bandage covers a significant head wound, and others cover burns.
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cw: virulent jealous sexism?
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I swear I will get this right somehow.
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POST-RESCUE MISSIONS
You can find here there later, after the carnival has departed from the Athenaeum for the last time, perhaps alerted by the vast plumes of steam rising over the treeline. You'll see her dragon form curled up in the lake, still only about three-fourths submerged. The water around her releases vapor like a hot spring, and her head is mostly covered in it, only her eyes peeking out and looking sort of exhausted.
He tail and wings splash around, her massive size making violent waves as she shifts uncomfortably. It's almost like she's in pain? Every so often, another plume of steam will come out of her mouth or her nostrils. Her forelegs are wrapped around her chest and belly, and ultimately she looks completely miserable.
She mostly ignores anyone coming near, unless they have something pertinent to say. Do you?
[OOC: In the interest of me not getting over-run, the Ringmaster is mostly going to shut down conversations that don't have a firm direction. She's not in a good mood.]
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Having gills meant she could at least try to mimic that in the lake. ...Normally, at least. Not to say she was planning on doing that now, but with a great dragon heating up the lake it'd be hard either way. As it is, Reira quickly decides to abandon the idea she'd had when she initially followed the flying shadow over there.
She doesn't need to be close to know what it normally means when someone is holding their middle and shifting around a bunch, and she's fairly certain eating Anything would make that even worse. The child hangs back behind a few trees for only a short bit, before biting her lip and working up some courage to slowly make her way forward. She's never properly seen the Ringmaster like this. If it weren't for the obvious issue of things, the issue of obvious pain, and upset, and whatever else could possibly end up picked up upon the closer she gets (who knows how minor empathy would even deal with the fae, after all), she would think this form of the Ringmaster very 'pretty'. As it is, she eventually gets close enough to speak.
It can't be pieces of roses, because even the Ringmaster said that would be dumb. But there's vapor and steam and heat everywhere and-
"R....Miss Ringmaster?" Reira manages, quite worried, and perhaps a little scared on the draco-phoenix' behalf. "....did one of the Faeries outside make you sick..?"
The last time (And, as far as memory served, the first time) she herself got sick, she was covered in rocks and feeling about how the Ringmaster looks.
Maybe there's some sort of other poisonous thing that causes bloating and steam and smoke.
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Lambert | OTA
The last rescuers, for all they succeeded in their mission, don't look to be in good shape at all -- particularly not the Nightrider. Covered in burns, being literally dragged along to the medical tent, he's a disgusting mess right now, and bleeding from a head wound to boot. Syrlya makes quick work of depositing him at the medical tent along with a brief rundown of the injuries he's aware of before he takes his leave.
At least a few broken ribs, probably a concussion, bruising all down his body that probably points to some level of internal trauma as well. While the specific causes of said injury might be difficult to determine, it's pretty obvious they need attending to.
[ Day 62 -- OTA ]
Whatever the medical tent's staff has done to him, it'll be a full day before Lambert is able to stay awake for any real length of time. He feels like he's gone a few rounds with an ogre, or possibly been used as a punching bag by one.
Or ... he should. Actually, most of the time? He doesn't feel too bad! In fact, he feels well enough to turn his head slowly and grin lazily at whoever happens near him, waving a hand in a jaunty salute as best as he can when it's wrapped in bandages.
"Hey," he slurs. Should he be moving? Where's med tent staff when you need them?
Of course, the painkillers can't last forever. Lambert's quieter during those times in between, his breathing slow and deep as he works on filling his lungs with air and stare hazily at the ceiling.
It feels good to breathe.
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Day 62
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DAY 61 - CLOSED TO GON, YUYA, AND STRANGE'S GROSS CORPSE
He feels like he's been waiting forever (it's been like ten minutes), he sees the giant shadow of the Ringmaster's true form fly over... and fly away to the mountains in the distance. Maybe she just needed to cool off? He'll give her time.
He gives her an hour.
".... she forgot...." he says with a face that looks like he just drank curdled milk. With a sigh, he takes his radio back up and dials in Gon's private channel number.
"Yo, Gon-chan. I need one of my candies. Maybe two. I'm by the Ringmaster's tent, babysitting a corpse."
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"Mnn? Ca- ...TWO-!?" He starts, only to start half sputtering. "What do you mean, babysitting, if it is a corpse the-"
About two seconds later he realizes what this is about, and with a sigh, continues into the radio- "...............I, the man Gongenzaka, shall be on my way....You were with the team which rescued Strange then, I presume..?"
Yuuya can totally hear All of this conversation, but as it is, Gon is already gesturing for the other to follow. Though...he may tell Yuuya to shut his eyes, at some point.
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Closed to Rita
"Rita? It's Yuya, I'm here."
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"Come in," she says, leading him to the table and sitting at one side of it. It looks like 9S isn't home right now, though Francis' eyes can be seen shining from up on the top bunk, where he sits curled up in a ball.
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Closed to 9S
She jerks the door open, steps inside, and practically slams it, like she could not be more eager to put a barrier between herself and the rest of the carnival right now. Without taking another step, she leans back, her wings pressed against the closed door, and hangs her head. Her bangs fall over her eyes as she lets out a heavy, frustrated sigh.
They succeeded in their mission, but it doesn't feel like there's much to be happy about.
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But that all flies out the window when Rita returns. Putting on a smile, he says, "Welcome back."
Really, it's a bigger relief to see her here in person. So he steps forward, with the intention of pulling her into a hug.
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UNEARTHED - OTA
Being unearthed after having been buried for so long was almost a traumatic experience. The soil, which had once imprisoned him, began to feel like armor instead. He grew into the soil, and as he was uncovered what had felt like protection had been slowly torn away. He still felt raw and weak from the experience.
He's taller than ever, stretched and thin in his body and his limbs. His arms hang lower than before, and his lengthy palms end in thick vines that slowly taper into thin roots instead of finger. His legs and feet are much the same, and although he's still clearly Lauren there's a lot of him that's clearly other as well. His mannerisms too have a significant feeling of other too them. He hasn't looked at anyone, even when they begin talking to him. He's said barely a word to Carly or any of his other rescuers.
He's slow to move and reluctant to do so. The stimuli of being surrounded by people, something he had only barely managed to deal with before, now felt completely overwhelming. It was too bright, there was to much sound and too much movement. Each demanded his attention in a way that left him feeling exhausted. He was already exhausted just from being buried underground. He's not much for conversation at the exact moment, but do you want to say hello?
before he even makes it to the tent... [susan + carly]
When Lauren finally comes into sight, he can't help himself, immediately running to his brother's side (regardless of the others still being nearby). He doesn't care right now, he's just gonna hug his brother.
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once he can go home
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