⇨ 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]

Boy does that judgement call on Ignatius make Peridot uncomfortable! She shifts her weight with a frown, curling her tail around herself. "She said the only reason she can withstand his power is because she's also a fire elemental, and even then... She's only just barely able to."

[whattaprick]

Listen, Peridot, if you overidentify with world-hopping universe destroyers, that's your problem.

"She couldn't use the Rose to help?"

Not that Lambert actually knows how the Rose could possibly be used to solve the matter of a fire in the belly, as it were. It's not like RM can just stick it in somewhere and hope for the best.

[periphrasing]

BUT SHE WAS A WORLD HOPPING UNIVERSE DESTROYER ONCE, LAMBERT! Well. Planet destroyer, actually, but. Close enough.

She frowns. "...I actually don't know? She might have tried that already, for all I know. Though I don't see how a super weapon is supposed to help her with something like indigestion from eating someone who's still very much alive."

[whattaprick]

"The Courts think they're weapons," Lambert concedes. "But ... they're also called Miracles. And if there's anything we've learned, the Fae don't name things for fun."

He frowns, thinking, but it's getting hard to string thoughts together again, his energy flagging. "Funny, right? Even the Fae have their fairy tales..." The witcher trails off. "Maybe they forgot what they were made for in the first place."

[periphrasing]

A bit of an abrupt shift of topic, but... He has a point. And poses and interesting question, to be sure.

Peridot can tell he's flagging, though. Rather than engage further in that discussion, she sighs and exhales sharply, and then reaches out to lightly plap a green hand against the witcher's forehead. "Alright, quit talking and some more sleep, you clod," she huffs. "I'll come back and yell at you again after you stop being so broken."