lostcarnival | ⇨ CAMPING GROUNDS

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⇨ CAMPING GROUNDS

Who: Everybody!
When: Day 64
Where: The Camping Grounds
What: While the Ringmaster attempts to purge the carnival of magical tracing spells and deal with the angry fire fae in her belly, everyone else is getting sent on an emergency camping trip with some unusual local fauna.
Warnings: Camping.

CRYPTIC CAMPGROUNDS↴

You're given about three hours to prepare, after the Ringmaster tells you her plans for the coming week. There is a vast selection of camping equipment at your disposal, and the means to take along enough food for the length of the stay. The wilderness of the planet you're left on is nearly idyllic, but some people just don't like the great outdoors.

► CRYPTOZOOLOGY: As it turns out, the carnival won't be alone here. There is a varied ecosystem of cryptids to be found as well, living in relative peace and mostly reacting to the newcomers with curiousity. More details can be found on the plotting post. You are free to NPC the cryptids as much as you need to, as long as you stick to the behaviours described.

► DREAMSHARING: There is a player plot going on which will allow characters to share dreams! These are specifically more dreams than nightmares, and the mushi-adept characters will be here to help.

► CHILLAX: There isn't any plot twist for this setting, so this is mostly an opportunity to decompress from the last plot and get ready for the future. The Ringmaster will show up occasionally to help with needed medical treatments and check on things, but won't stick around for long.

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A. THE UNDER A WATERFALL CLICHE
You know that trope where the warrior stands under a waterfall for no explained reason? Basically that, but it's not a warrior, it's Lauren. There he sits, on a convenient rock that is placed in exactly the right spot for someone to get hit with a ton of really loud really cold kind of heavy falling water. And he just sits there, letting the water hit him without moving for over an hour.

B. MAKE LIKE A TREE AND LEAF
Not under a waterfall this time, no, instead Lauren is standing in the middle of the woods with his feet planted firmly below ground. Like before, he isn't moving, simply standing still and smiling like he's having the greatest time of his life. His eyes aren't even open. It's like he's begging someone to come prank him.

C. COUNTING MU-SHEEP
It's one of the mushi's peaceful dreams that's captured his mind tonight. And while it's definitely not a nightmare that you walk in on, it's not anything particularly exciting. Lauren is himself, or rather the him of before the carnival, wearing a Taco Bell uniform and standing at the register. Unfortunately the rest of the room looks nothing like a Taco Bell, there are no chairs or booths, only an open forest.

"Can I take your order?"

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Rita feels almost weightless, and there's no resistance as Yuya pulls her toward the door. She turns her head back briefly, taking in the sight of her home with an odd feeling of wistfulness before looking back to see where he's leading her.

Normally, there would be no sunlight past this door, but in this world, what lies beyond is not the subterranean city of Aspio, but instead, it's wherever Yuya believes they'll meet that dragon.

9S gets a glimpse of a whole lot of worry. Strange's thoughts are a jumble of things, conversations overlapping and scattered all over the place. "--being a sword for you--" "I trusted you because--" "--kill me yourself--" "--Had Zangetsu waited a few more seconds--" "--to choose how you wanted me to die." "It's tactics, Lambert." "He changed you." Strange's worries may be a jumble, but that last thought rings through his mind as clear as day. The whole process lasts a moment or two before his thoughts cut off as Strange's slight magical sensitivity twigs him onto something weird.

Something magical is happening and he has no idea what the hell it is. Strange gets to his feet, frowning slightly, as he calls forth his third eye. Three small burn scars on Strange's forehead, hand, and forearm light themselves up with magical fire. And Strange squints at...something. He's looking around, trying to find the source of the magic and conveniently not noticing 9S.

The biggest problem is that the third eye is best at identifying magic that Strange is familiar with. And, aside from the appearance of carnival magic, he's got no idea what the hell is going on or what (if anything) he should do about it. He's obviously slightly irritated about the whole thing.

Normally it would be strange for Rita to not resist being pulled around, but Yuya's mind is so focused on this that it doesn't even occur to him. Through the door, they end up in a meadow. It's not exactly like the Summerlands, but it's very reminiscent, warm and bright and full of flowers.

In a dream, his monsters don't have to be bound by solid vision--Yugo's dragon already isn't, so it isn't hard for him to reason a form for Odd Eyes that's already real, permanent, and... apparently scuffling his feet around in the flowers. The dragon is exactly like the card Rita saw, although paper does no justice for his size, being over twice as tall as them. The scale plates shine, and there's the faintest glow to his mis-matched eyes.

Yuya raises one hand high, releasing Rita as he calls out. "Odd-Eyes! Over here!"

The dragon looks up, and then immediately straightens his body as he spots Yuya. And then, with a loud, shrill cry, he charges right for the both of them. Yuya throws his arms wide as Odd-Eyes just barely skids to a stop to not trample him, and instead smacks his face against Yuya's chest, while Yuya laughs and wraps his arms under the Odd-Eye's chin.

When 9S finds Papyrus, the skeleton is pacing around a campsite, scuffing his feet to draw a meandering path in the dirt. A silent, slightly cadaverous mouse follows a few feet behind him, pausing to sniff at the various objects placed along the scuffed trail - which twists around a tent, under a table, and through a carefully positioned tunnel of branches stuck in the ground.

He's been at this a while, and Trajan is still no more interested in the little woodland adventure trail than before. Zombie mice are difficult to entertain.

So when 9S speaks, Papyrus looks up with a slightly too bright smile, enthusiastic for a break.

"I have so many minutes! Do you want a few?"

After his conversation with Lambert, Susan is anxious to talk to Lauren. Of course that means waiting for Lauren to get back from whatever... druid things he's doing, or whatever, but he can wait. Even if he is impatient by the time Lauren actually gets back - it's nothing unusual for him, really, but he's eager to tell Lauren about his new plans.

But first he just smiles and waves as Lauren finally approaches their... Well, not tent, since he's not actually in it, but the area around their tent.

"Hi. Did you have a good day?"

He shrugs noncommittally, maintaining the same quiet presence he has been for the past few days.

"How about you?" he asks, coming to a standstill besides his brother.

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He shrugs a little, but he's practically bouncing in place.

"It was okay. I have some news though!"

CHILLAX | Cool skeletons aren't great at chilling

When the Ringmaster gave everyone a countdown to pack up and get out, Papyrus was hype. Between life in snowdin, their vacation on the moon, and vague memories of that human life... Plenty of life experience being in the woods, more than enough for roughing it. He gathered supplies, helped set up tents and other paraphernalia... And then, wandering around chatting with the same people as ever.

Alas, those vague memories didn't prepare him for the lack of electronics, the chill of trying to bathe in waterfalls, or the gambles of trying the local food. And even those experiences leave him with a little too much time on his hands for thinking, and Papyrus volunteers to eggsit to occupy himself.

"It turns out," he says to himself, sitting in a lawn chair by a tent, "outside of parties... drinking parties... Eggs don't need much supervision. Nobody steals them, or falls on them. They just sit there, being eggs."

At least they've got art supplies, with plenty of shell for drawing on.

CRYPTOZOOLOGY | Pick a fight with Mothman

Coolbone comes along too, customized pet bed and all. And it's not long before he scampers off and begins exploring on his own.

Unlike the Carnival, with its forest that turns people back on themselves (and Coco always around in the most interesting parts), this forest keeps going and going. And there's all kinds of unfamiliar creatures in it, some of whom seem curious enough to stick around even when he brandishes a bone. But they don't seem to recognize an invitation to fight, and run away when he flings a bone their way. He doesn't bother pursuing any... until the more acquisitive mothmen come fluttering through and snagging things.

It's late evening, late enough to sleep, but that scouter is his and he wants it back. Even if it takes colliding with people, flinging the bonemerang at a tent, or making a general racket.

Lauren smiles a bit, looking his brother over. It's clear Susan is eager to tell him something.

"What?" he asks, honestly stumped as to what Susan's news could be.

"I'm gonna be a nightrunner!" He knows Lauren might not be as excited as he is about it, but he's still excited anyway.

Oh. He pauses, taking that information in. He honestly isn't sure how he feels about it at first.

"Why?" he asks, after a moment, looking confused.

He isn't really surprised that Lauren looks more confused than happy, but he still smiles anyway.

"Because I want to help people. I don't want people to tell me I can't go, I want them to let me help."

He thinks about that. He knows Susan likes to help people and he also didn't like people telling Susan not to come look for him. Still, being a nightrunner is dangerous, especially with all the fae the carnival was going up again. Lauren didn't trust himself to be involved in a fight with fae again, but if Susan was a nightrunner there was no way for his brother to avoid it. Was he to stay at the carnival than, while his brother risked his life to help other? He didn't like that idea, but neither did he feel comfortable telling Susan he couldn't fight.

He frowns, before sitting down beside his brother.

"It's dangerous." he comments, looking to the ground.

He nods, leaning against Lauren.

"I know. But we've done lots of dangerous things before."

He nods too, putting an arm around his brother as Susan leans against him.

"But normally I'm there with you."

"I know. I like having you there. It's easy to fight when you're with me." He thinks a bit before he continues.

"But... I want everyone to know that I can do it. I know you know I can... But I have to prove to everyone else, that I can fight too. That I can take care of myself."

Lauren nods. He understands the reasons, he just doesn't like the solution.

"What if something happens to you?" Something like what happened to him. Or what if it's something even worse?

It's a reasonable concern, he knows, but he doesn't dwell on it.

"I won't be by myself, there's the other nightrunners. And you know I can take care of myself!"

"I know you will." he say's softly, finally looking towards Susan. He doesn't like it, but this might be for the best. If only he could put his worries aside.

"You're strong, you'd be a great nightrunner.

He nods and smiles as he looks back to his brother.

"Yeah. I'm gonna be the best nightrunner ever, that's what I told Lambert! I know I can do it. I just have to make sure the others say it's okay first."

He smiles, just a bit, amused at his brother's simple way of looking at things.

"Can I do anything to help you?"

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He thinks for a second before he shakes his head.

"I don't think so... I think I need to do it by myself. You can help by just being here." Because when Lauren's here, everything is okay and easy.

He nods, and then he shifts to hug his brother, holding Susan close even if for only a moment.

"Be safe."

Susan is happy to be hugged, and he smiles as he hugs back.

"Don't worry, I will be!"

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