⇨ 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.

Comments

[scientificist]

"'Hopefully'?" he repeats, and peers more intently at her through his glasses. "I'd prefer to be certain--especially when it comes to you." He goes a little distant as he ponders the issue: what could possibly be going on. Eventually, he decides to make his best attempt at tact. "Is...it.....a sensitive subject...?"

[lordofthering]

"Yes," she says forcefully. "And I'd rather not discuss the specifics. So-"

She is interrupted when she abruptly belches fire.

[scientificist]

Herbert watches carefully until she's done with that, still charred wings mantling very slightly. He's been baked enough recently, thanks. He doesn't need his boss adding to it by mistake--although he supposes, at least, this time he's right beside a body of water.

"All right," he says, finally. "In that case: is there anything I can bring you? Confidentially."

[lordofthering]

"Nothing that I can think of," she admits, helplessly. "Perhaps it is a time where nature must take is course."

[scientificist]

Ah. That final comment is something Herbert manages to read something into, at least. He's not really certain why the Ringmaster has suddenly decided to be shy, but...he supposes everyone has something.

Nodding, he makes a mental estimate of her size as a dragon, and asks, "Would you say, like this, that you're more avian or reptilian? Do fae have a specific closer commonality to, any of the various species in this carnival?"