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.

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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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Of course it's Reira. And Reira, of course, is holding out the cookies. Sir. Sir. "I got you these," she insists, not saying anything in reply to the thanks beyond a nod and a sound of acknowledgement. "...Since everyone was working hard, but probably got tired and hungry too," the girl insists. Cookies! Sugar and energy, that's what's important right?

More importantly. "...You gave the sword a name..!" She sounds especially thrilled by that. "...I didn't even have to say that swords with names are stronger in books..." So smart, Doctor Herbert!!

Herbert is almost embarrassingly receptive to praise, and as Reira is a kid, none of it even comes off as patronising. His eyebrows go up and she receives an actual, genuine smile. It's brief, yes, but it does happen. Sometimes.

"It's easier to improvise when you know the Library is on your side and your, personal abilities won't work against you," he explains, and takes the cookies. "Did you....make these or--" He blinks, and looks like he's having to think fairly hard about this. "--it's a. Nice. Gesture."

That makes sense, Reira decides with a small nod. If you already know how much can and will move in your favor, it's easier to believe in it. And if it's easier to believe, then it's easier to make it real. That much, she's fairly certain, is how a bunch of the magic Foster had been teaching her works.

Magic aside, she looks somewhat embarrassed about the cookies as she shakes her head. "Mnh- I'm not supposed to cook alone...so they're just from the cookhouse," she admits. "But, they're still good!" Reira quickly adds, sounding quite certain about it.

"That's...wise, yes," he says, and clears his throat. This is awkward? He still doesn't know how to talk to kids and he especially doesn't know how to respond to friendly gestures, and Reira is a source of both, constantly. "Iiii...wouldn't have gone there on my own--I don't have the time..."

"Yeah. Because people who got taken were hurt, and other people got hurt, right?" That's the obvious guess as to why he'd be busy anyway, but belatedly she gives a bashful sort of smile.

'Wise', huh? "....thanks." It's quite a lot like dealing with her brother, she's finding. The awkwardness of dealing with other people anyway. "...Do you think everyone else should have cookies?" she wonders, peering around.

"Yes, exactly," he says, and tucks the bundle of cookies into one of the pockets of his labcoat so he can stand there with his hands comfortably in the pockets of his suit jacket rather than holding them. "It. Could be a nice gesture--even those who, shouldn't right now could always have them later, I suppose."

"Hmn...." She gives that some thought. "....It's probably messy if I do that though," she mutters. Granted, it's already messy, but...

"...Should I wrap them in things before bringing them here, so that it's easier to clean?"

Cleanliness seems Important, at least in this tent.

"That seems ideal," he agrees. Honestly, he's appreciative of how quiet and thoughtful Reira is. The best possible version of a child, probably. Not that he has much exposure to children but he's led to believe they're noisy messes usually. "Less work for us."

"Ok! I'll make sure the next ones are wrapped up then," she determines, apparently quite pleased with the fact that she's doing good.

"Umnnhh... ...how many people will need them though?"

She's heard that some of the people here don't eat. Say it ain't so Herb, say it ain't so-

Somehow, he's ended up in charge of this whole situation, when he barely understands gifting to begin with.

"I...couldn't say--I'm. Sure they'll say if they don't want them? Nooot...Jasper." That seems like a safe analysis.

"Jasper doesn't want me to talk to her anyway," Reira observes bluntly. She's not going to dance around that. This is FRIEND TALK TIME, there is No Time for beating around the bush or however it goes in books. "She asked how I help animals, and I said I could feel their feelings, and now she doesn't want me to talk."

This will not stop her from staring however, and she's tempted to do this. It isn't as though Jasper could launch her through a wall without getting in trouble after all.

As it is. "Umnh...if Jasper doesn't eat though, then I bet everyone else with a gem doesn't have to eat too..."

She should probably be corrected before Steven goes without cookies.

"No, Jasper's just. Alien." Not that the other gems aren't, just, Jasper seems to be really intent on what makes her alien. "I've seen Amethyst--" Wait. He stops entirely and rewinds the last bit of conversation in his head before finishing his sentence. "--eat, you feel the feelings of animals?"

Reira is about to ask about how that makes any difference, given that she's still not allowed to talk to Jasper or something, when she ends up dealing with Herbert's question instead.

That's an interesting segway, she must say. That said. ".......yeah." What, like it's hard???

That's barely an answer, Reira! You're a tiny child, though, so, fine.

"What exactly does that involve, why would Jasper even care?" he asks.

The child merely shrugs. "...I just know what everyone is feeling near me. ....I don't know why she doesn't like it. I wasn't going to say what she was feeling. She would already know what she feels." The idea of using such a thing against another just doesn't come to mind.

Herbert frowns, as he thinks about this. He's private, yes, but he hasn't noticed anything that would imply this before, which means she's not broadcasting it. Probably.

"'Feeling'? Not, 'thinking'?" He has secrets, but they aren't generally his emotions in relation to things. He feels like outside of making attempts at professional politeness, he's generally fairly direct about those, unlike some. "How...specific is it?"

"Just feelings. People don't think they're the feeling they have, a lot of the time...so it's definitely just that," she continues, before slowly looking back at Herbert.

Something seems a bit worrisome. "...I don't know, I don't know most of the words for all of the feelings."

It's Quite Specific, but it's also a bit like a thermometer that simply has 'hot', 'cold', and 'lukewarm' written on it, evidently.

"Then I don't know why she'd care," he shrugs. If Reira can barely identify the feelings to begin with then it's not even close to a threat. "That solves it: if you ask the gems if they'd like cookies, you'll know if they're just being polite. Simple enough."

"I don't know either, so I'm just going to write things on paper and hold it up if I have to make her do something." It's an extremely passive aggressive method, and she Really Does Not Care.

As it is. "I guess I can do that for everyone but Jasper though, then!" she determines with a nod. "Okay. ...Thank you," she adds, nodding back to Herbert.

This is Very Important Stuff after all.

Herbert breathes out through his nose in amusement and tucks his chin down as he smirks for a moment. Amazing. Please, troll Jasper, small child.

"You're, welcome," he says, after a pause.

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