⇨ 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

[periphrasing]

"Ummm..."

Gingerly, Peridot picks up the monitor for the drone, and glances at it. The feed is completely dead.

"...I think he broke it," she says, sounding mildly annoyed. "Ugh. It's fine, I think I have the parts to build another one." She looks back up at the Ringmaster after a tick, frowning slightly. "What are you going to do?"

[lordofthering]

The Ringmaster makes the oddly human gesture of lifting a paw to her chin contemplatively. She glances off to the side conspiratorily.

"...I'm not sure I want to explain until I've seen if it works or not," she says. "It's a bit... intimate. And will probably make things worse before they get better."

Which is one of the most worrying things she could say but alright.

[periphrasing]

Peridot opens her mouth to ask probably a thousand more questions, but quickly thinks better of it. She is so curious, and a little bit worried? But. The important thing here is that the Ringmaster seems to be feeling more lively now, which is a marked improvement over where they were at when this conversation started.

"Well. Whatever it is, if you require any assistance? You know how to reach me."

[lordofthering]

"I will remember that," she says gently, leaning down to place her snout within Peridot's reach. It's at close as she can get to an affectionate gesture at this size.

[periphrasing]

She hesitates, just for a second, wondering just what an appropriate response to that gesture might be. Just reaching out and putting her hand on her nose feels kind of weird?

A moment's consideration, and she changes shape briefly into her dragon form: one comparatively tiny, bright green dragon reaching up to boop her nose against the gigantic black one. When that's done, she settles back on her haunches and just does some... Gay... awkward but ultimately pleased snickering.