lostcarnival | ⇨ THE EPILOGUE

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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.

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.

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I. Around and Outside the Med Tent

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.

Edited 2018-06-04 19:03 (UTC)

Luckily for Psi, there's lots of freshly baked cookies to choose from, because everybody keeps taking them.

"I could get you some milk for those, if you'd like," Hinawa offers as she pops her head out of the kitchen.

He only just avoids making a face at the suggestion. Milk was considered a rather odd thing to drink on Alternia. Instead he smiles, giving Hinawa a toothy grin.

"But milk might ruin the flavor of the cookies." it sounds like a complaint, but he hardly seems bothered by her suggestion.

"Cookies are made for milk!" You'd think after being around non-humans for so long, Hinawa would pick up on the fact that some of them are weird aliens with weird food preferences. "Oh, you aren't allergic, are you?"

"No, but I'm not a mammal." He'll say anything to get out of the jail of human taste expectations for free. But this is actually true.

Someone knocking on her trailer door after everything that had gone down is probably not a good sign. But Shura opens the door anyway, prepared to get hauled off to do something she probably doesn't want to do.

It isn't her boss standing at the door, but is he saying he'll get her some booze? If that's true, then he's a hero. Shura grins, leaning on the doorframe and crossing her arms.

"Hey, mister, is that an invitation? Don't get a girl's hopes up, 'kay~?"

Oh, this girl. He'd seen her around maybe, he thinks. He looks at her for a second, trying to figure out how old she might be before he smiles wide.

"Never." he says, mock offended as he holds a hand over his heart. "Only say the word and the booze is yours."

Shura laughs. "How kind of ya, I'm flattered!" She can play this game, straightening up and dropping her hands to her sides.

"Nyeheh, should I ask why you're bein' so generous or smile and take it?" Likely, stress from the last couple days was what brought this stranger to her door, but Shura wasn't really going to look at gift horse in the mouth. Not when the gift horse had booze.

"You can ask, or you can take. I wouldn't begrudge anyone a bit of liquid sunshine just now." And when he says liquid sunshine, he means it. The liquor he has is actually a fae alcohol that makes you feel like you're sitting in the warm glow of the sun.

"Though if you want to talk about why you need it, I'm more than happy to listen."

It's been a relief to find that the majority of the injuries the Carnival employees have accumulated have been pretty minimal; even with that in mind, though, Ginko has spend plenty of time hanging nervously around the med tent, helping where he can and just pacing otherwise.

He's actually stepped outside to smoke when Psi approaches, and he looks up with a tired smile. "Water'll be fine. How's checking in on everyone going?"

He shrugs, still smiling, but with a weariness Ginko can sense hidden underneath.

"About as well as I thought it would." Which is to say, not very well at all. He sighs, sitting his sunlight ambrosia on the ground as he comes to stand beside Ginko.

"I'm no Ginko, it turns out."

Ginko raises his eyebrows, smirking around his cigarette just slightly. "Is that good or bad?"

He can guess what Psi meant from context, of course, but. Listen. He's gotta.

"...Looks like this time didn't go as bad as it could've, at least."

He laughs at that comment. At least no one called him nosy this time. Yet.

"It's good, because it proves even more how special you are." he says, smiling, and trying to take on of Ginko's hands in his.

"But, it's bad because it means I don't think I was very helpful to anyone."

Edited 2018-06-12 16:39 (UTC)

Ginko lets Psi take his hand, and curls his fingers gently around Psi's. The motion is, of course, paired with a doubtful snort, but that's not an argument they should be getting into right now.

"If nothing else, I'm sure some people appreciated it. That's still worth something."

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