⇨ THE EPILOGUE

[ringleaders]

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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[lordofthering]

The Ringmaster looks at Amethyst with some faint amount of amusement, lifting her tail indicatively and tooting.

"We do when it suits us," she says, sounding beleaguered but a bit less grumpy. "Much like gems, isn't it?"

"And yes," she says, settling down again. "Extremely bad."

[drrdrrdrr]

Amethyst grins. Being a crocodile is good for grinning.

"Yeah, pretty much," she says agreeably. "What was it?" She tilts her head, as much as she can in this shape. "Maaan, you didn't eat one of those fae, didja?"

[lordofthering]

Well, when you put it so simply she can't very well lie!

"Yes. Ignatius, actually." She actually sounds pretty bummed about it, which is a far cry from her usual attitude about consuming her enemies.

[drrdrrdrr]

"Ignatius," she repeats, squinting slightly. "The fire guy..?"

Her eyes, already pretty round thanks to the combination of their ordinary state and some low-key alarm from the mere speculation that the Ringmaster might have eaten someone again, widen even more as she glances at the draco-phoenix's miserable midsection.

"Sheesh... So, uh, spicy, huh?"

[lordofthering]

"Yes," she says, putting a paw over her face. "Not he's not dead! No, it's not anywhere so simple. We've really managed to mess this up again..."

Steam pours out of her nose, punctuating her woe.

[drrdrrdrr]

"Whoah, wait." She stares more pointedly at the Ringmaster's middle, genuinely unsure whether she's less alarmed or more by this news. "You're tellin' me he's still alive in there? Uhh, no offence, boss, but why?"

[lordofthering]

"Because Lambert's team decided to capture and torture him with the Athenaum's powers. I didn't know what else to do. If we let him go at that point he would almost certainly seek vengeance, but I didn't want to kill him either..."

She actually sounds pretty messed up about this.

"They didn't leave me any choice. They just thought they could make this my problem! Well, now it is."

[drrdrrdrr]

Amethyst's eyes probably shouldn't be able to get more big and round, but they do. They tortured him? She knows it's dumb of her because since when has anything, ever, been that simple, but she can't help thinking: but we're supposed to be the good guys.

"... How long you planning on stashing him in there?" she asks, wincing a little. "'Cause, I don't figure he's gonna be any more happy about that."

[lordofthering]

She doesn't really expect he's very pleased with this either, if he's even aware of what's happened. She feels bad regardless.

"Until I figure something else out," she says. "And I certainly don't like it, either! But... I couldn't risk him destroying the carnival. He's too powerful unfettered."

[drrdrrdrr]

Amethyst groans and stops being a crocodile to sort of belly-flop in the hot water of the lake. "So are you just stuck like that until you get somewhere else to put him? I mean -- are you gonna be... y'know, okay?"

[lordofthering]

"I have an idea, but... I don't know if it will work. My main concern is that I clearly cant concentrate on anything else while I'm doing this. Also... you're right. That the longer I do this to him the more angry it will be once he's out."

She'd be pretty mad about someone swallowing her and holding her in their stomach, too, not matter how necessary.

[drrdrrdrr]

"No kidding, dude," says Amethyst. She's floating sort of on her side now, her mass of hair starting to spread out in the water around her like a jellyfish. This is honestly extremely unsettling -- generally her experience has been that the Ringmaster can do pretty much anything, but when they're dealing with other fae, who can also do pretty much anything...