⇨ CAMPING GROUNDS

[ringleaders]

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.

Comments

[atouts]

Oh, there's plenty he won't be telling Lambert, but that part? Childermass scoffs.

"What? Tell you something most of us could have guessed at already? If we could figure out the current Winter Queen is underhanded, it isn't a stretch that the Summer Court would consider the same possibility."

[kingsroads]

Yeah, Strange can tell this is a dismissal. So he responds to Childermass's statement with a simple, "You know where I live. Bother me when you want to see it."

And he turns around to make his way away from Childermass and the campfire, back towards the forest.

[whattaprick]

“To talk to me about him at all.”

Even if Lambert could have guessed anyway. Frowning in thought, he looks away.

“So they know, and ... it doesn’t change anything. They still went after us, they’ll still chase the Rose ... and now, Ignatius. If they even realize he’s alive.”

[seniorvicejanitor]

[ rhys is still wondering about these cards and how they work and if they just sprout weapons or what. ]

Okay, so how do you get the cards?

[ at least this is something to keep him occupied and distracted. ]

[betheman]

Mnn...for the most part, packs of them are relatively affordable...it is not uncommon to receive them as gifts as well, however.

Truthfully, gifted cards are often quite important- they carry those feelings from their prior holders, and this seems to reflect in duels, I find..! [It sounds pretty hazy but hey it makes sense where he's from, maybe,]

[wild_magic]

Susan figured that Strange was okay, but seeing the man sit up and smile is definitely a relief still. It's good to know he didn't accidentally scratch him or anything of the sort.

He still isn't sure he can give a good explanation, but he nods anyway.

"I just don't really know how it works, though. I sort of just... Make it happen? It's different from most magic in our world."

[atouts]

"Pranks? Don't be ridiculous. That's no prank, just another way I have of getting around." Childermass will never admit to just messing with the poor guy, never. "Though if you're that jumpy around strange creatures, perhaps you shouldn't have wandered so far from camp on your own."

[atouts]

"A lot," Childermass answers unhelpfully, though what he means will make itself clear when about twelve or so dogs come bounding out of the forest, a few of them the larger, evolved variety that Baker is in the waking world. Luckily for Reira, they don't seem too intent on burying her in orange and cream fluff.

Instead, one of the large ones, an arcanine, skids to a halt in the sand and drops a tennis ball somewhere between where Reira stands and Childermass's beach chair. That done, they look hopefully from one to the other, because surely one of them will throw the ball. Right? Right?

[atouts]

"The worst I have to worry about back there are politicians," Childermass admits. It could obviously be worse, far worse. "Though with the roads open to Faerie, I'm sure it's only a matter of time before that causes trouble agai—"

But there's a rustling in the bushes that cuts him off, right over where he'd gotten rid of the unpalatable fruit. He stops talking, turning to look instead.

[exaomori]

Decent wine suits Shura more than something fine. Anything too high class and she'd start to feel out of place. "I'm more useful in the field. Dunno why that guy thinks I'll be good with crowds." Besides the attention she'll get from her rack, of course.

"I've only done it for a day, and I can't imagine how you manage to put up with it if you're in a court. At least I can put doin' that kind of work off for a bit here. Ain't a vacation, but it could be worse, I guess."

[exaomori]

"Ahh, you think they should be simple and straightforward? That's borin', isn't it? A young girl likes to have some fun~ Why not make it into a game?" Says the one who was dead set on a man that was completely out of her reach through her teenage years. Still, the games she played with men back then had been pretty fun at the time.

She holds back on getting her next clue, leaning in and resting her elbows on the table, leaving no room to doubt that she's conspiring something or other. "Nyeheh, if you think this is gonna come down to luck, should we make a wager?"

[exaomori]

Did it fall flat? Ugh. Well, she can roll with it. If he wasn't obviously offended, then it wasn't too bad.

"Pretty sure they know what a Baloral ridge is, so they prolly know what's hidin' where." And Shura means all of it. At least a general idea. She offers the phone back to Childermass. "Maybe your guy will be worth dealin' with his temper if he has somethin' extra nice hidin' for ya~"

[seniorvicejanitor]

Oh, so you buy them.

[ CAPITALISM. something he knew a lot about. too bad money was an issue. ]

And can anyone use them?

[exaomori]

Well. That's certainly not what Shura expected to happen. She glances from where the herbs in her hand were to the shelf that had been previously stocked full of various green. It's all gone now, thanks to Gongenzaka's massive sneeze. There's a moment of silence as Shura ponders her options, but in the end, she just shrugs.

"Ah, well, guess we ain't gonna make herb cookies." She sounds so cool, like this wasn't as important as she was making it out to be, dropping her hand to her side. "Wonder if they have anythin' good in the snack aisle?"

[betheman]

Aah, for the most part. Most typically, the schools which teach methods of dueling will offer beginning decks however, and I, the man Gongenzaka, find that instructors tend to understand well what cards to recommend each duelist they teach.

[As it is. He nods.] If one has a duel disk, they can duel.

Naturally, without, you would be limited to the game in card form.

[betheman]

At the very least, he looks properly apologetic- perhaps even close to tears (though he'll reign it in). "A-Auh... S-Surely there would be other herbs that could be used..?"

He coughs, and adds- "My nose is simply sensitive..." As long as he doesn't put a cookie Right In Front Of It, he'll be fine! Totally.

man this is bringing back memories of my newf.... ;u;

[soft_focus]

She considers counting them for all of five seconds. (It quickly becomes aparent to her that counting is just not going to work, in this case) Five seconds isn't quite enough for all of the fire dogs to get there, but it's long enough, and there's not much time between that and when they're dropping a ball in front of them.

She watches it roll about a foot, slowly looking from it to the dogs to Childermass- and then back to the ball itself.

Cautiously, she picks it up and looks at the dogs. "Umnh..."

Fetch isn't really something you do with menagerie animals- you're supposed to sort of give them the special enrichment toys and treats and let them have it. Something about minimizing contact or something. But.

"..." She holds it out to the side with one hand, watching as various puppy eyes follow the motion. "Aahhhhh..."

Up...left...up. Down...

She brings it back close, blinking. "...That way-" she decides eventually, throwing it past Childermass' chair. This way they can see where the dogs are as they all pile on for the ball, right??

Yes. This can't possibly end with sand in their eyes, or dogs piling over them to get to the ball. They're Good dogs after all.

[worldlyafflictions]

Shima scoots back down the branch so he can get his feet against a more solid foothold and actually see where he just threw that fruit.

"What, you were supposed ta catch that! You're wasting my hard work here..!"

[worldlyafflictions]

"Ya seriously didn't know that was there?? Uh, hold on, get closer, I'll take a pic..."

Shima shifts so he has his hands free and digs around in his pocket for his phone. He's gonna be sad when it runs out of juice before their camping trip is over but it's not like he's using it for anything else anyway.

[exaomori]

Heh, what a sorry face. Shura laughs, reaching up to... pat his shoulder. She can't quite ruffle his hair when he's got over a meter on her.

"Nyaha! This will be easier, anyway~ It ain't like I know much about baking, anyway." Instant ramen was where it was at, after all. "C'mon, let's go find somethin' good to eat." This kid... did he drink? No, he was too much of a good kid to be drinking. Fine, she could have some juice with her snacks today.

[flashover]

"Well maybe you shouldn't just THROW them at people!! What's wrong with just tossing them gently?"

Rin glares up at Shima, picking up the bruised fruit and eating it in one bite. Waste not, want not?

"Or you could, you know. Use the basket we brought."

[flashover]

"A magic... huh?" Rin looks down, seeing his Demon's heart floating in front of his chest. Aside from being vaguely egg shaped, it also seems to have a crown on it. What a nifty little artifact. "Oh! This! This isn't an egg. It's my heart. But it's on fire, so I guess it's always cookin'! Hehehe!"

Rin waves a paw dismissively.

"Rabbits are too flighty, you know? They can't focus very long! Anyway... what were we talkin' about?"

He got really distracted there for a moment.

[worldlyafflictions]

"Okay so if it's not poisonous but sleeping is dangerous, what does it actually do."

Is there some reason he doesn't want to say?? Frown...

"...Did ya introduce yourself as Ginko on the radio a while back when we were digging stuff outta that library?"

[soft_focus]

"We were saying you were nice," Reira says, tilting her head at the heart. "...That's probably why your heart is on the outside then," the child decides with a nod. "There was a book, and it said that nice people have their hearts on their sleeves... ...So if your heart is all the way outside, and not even on a sleeve, you must be even nicer," she determines.

"I don't know if it's a good thing to be cooking though. You're supposed to cook dead things," Reira scolds. "You should try to not be dead."

[worldlyafflictions]

"Whatever Okumura-kun, that was totally a gentle toss. And aren't ya like super strong anyway? What difference does it make? I thought you had the basket!"

Bicker bicker.

"Anyway, just tell me if that one's ripe, is it supposed ta be glowing or not?"