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lostcarnival2018-06-09 06:55 pm
ringleaders) wrote in lostcarnival2018-06-09 06:55 pm
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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.
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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"As far as I'm aware there was a sort of...Winter spy hitching a ride or tracking us--although not directly in the Carnival, no. Unless there's something in the Carnival that let them follow us--aaaa tracking device. A bug."
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"I don't know why they'd bother with that sort of 'bug.' After all, the carnival tends to leave large areas of destruction wherever we go. You'd think that would be easy to track."
Seriously, it's a 50/50 chance whether the carnival will radically change and/or fuck up a world or whether they leave and everything's hunky dory. Following the carnage should be easy.
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"Maybe that seems normal to High Fae--I'm not the Ringmaster, I can only theorise about what she's doing."
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"Probably having a large drink considering all of this," said with a vague wave of his hand. "I'm certain she wasn't planning to lose carnival members and be accosted by multiple Court fae all in the span of a few hours."
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A very sudden segue, yes, but if they're apparently chatting anyway, he wants to know.
"What was it like to be, dead?"
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"Honestly, I don't remember. It was during the revival that I became myself enough to remember. I don't know how long I was dead. I was aware of my body first, possibly because I didn't need to regrow one like Sans did." Mutilated and acid-burned as Strange's body was, it was still an actual body. "My mind came next. I became aware of the environment and of sensations before I remembered my actual memory."
He's mulling every thing over in a slightly distant tone. As much as he's blase about it and as much as Strange has played the 'I've been dead' card, describing the way his body revived and describing the sensation of being dead is an entirely different thing.
"I didn't make a move towards any form of afterlife—though I assume that's because the Ringmaster held onto my soul long enough to keep it from passing onwards."
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He didn't actually meet Sans previous to being egged, so he has no idea whether or not people come back identically, despite their body having gone missing. Possibly related to DNA somehow? A magical imprint? He wishes he understood a little more about the function of magic, even if he has a good foundation on the soul at this point. Strange won't be much help there, he presumes, being of the pop science field of 'it works, why question it'.
"Yes, I guess I am really asking what it felt like to be reborn, aren't I... I wish someone had saved a sample of the amniotic fluid--I'm sure it would have proven veeery useful." He taps his pencil on the paper of the book thoughtfully. "So, the soul does not have awareness in and of itself, then."
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Which he realizes is an intensely morbid statement...but isn't keeping a memento of when you died also intensely morbid? Strange doesn't want any of that egg, no thank you, he'll just settle for memories of how he died.
"As for the soul, I do not know. I've assumed that in my world, the soul does have awareness. With the blood magic I used, those who were formerly dead provided very...vivid descriptions of their time in hell." Though Strange is willing to talk about his necromancy, he doesn't particularly wish to dwell on it. So, he continues the topic elsewhere. "The soul probably has some awareness, though not as much as soul connected with body. When Sans died, there wasn't anything left of his body, but the Ringmaster was still able to revive him. Perhaps that is the 'soul.'"
This is all far too metaphysical for Strange, a man who only went to church to impress a girl he liked.
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"Now those could be hallucinations," he suggests, "firing synapses before the soul truly left the body." He's willing to listen to magic and souls existing. He's willing to accept the existence of Hell as a multiversal location. He absolutely will not accept that souls are judged and passed on to some absurd, Christian afterlife. "What did you do to acquire an egg? Does the Ringmaster have them all automatically?" Something abruptly occurs to him, based on his new knowledge. "Does she lay them?!"
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That's one thing Strange is damn certain of. But, Herbert swaps the topic back to eggs and revival. And hey, Strange can answer this much! "The ritual is simple: she just needed a bit of my blood. As for the eggs themselves, I've no idea where she gets them from."
But if she laid them, that's a whole different set of really awkward questions. Strange looks intensely uncomfortable for a moment before he starts up the line of questioning. "Having the body makes the recovery go faster. And I know the Ringmaster has a habit of eating her enemies." Ohhh he doesn't want to say what's on his mind. "Do you think...erm, for lack of a better term, do you think she ate and laid me?"
Did he get vored? Mr. Regency Period doesn't know what the word 'vored' means, but he is still pretty grossed out at the general idea of being vored.
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He'd made the suggestion on the assumption that it would make sense for an occasional dragon to lay giant eggs, rather than create them from nothing, but then that she, perhaps, injected them with DNA and soul. "That's not--" --how egg fertilisation works, he wants to say, but. It's. He has no idea how dragons function. He frowns a bit wild-eyed and vaguely at his notes. "I don't-- No, she couldn't have, she'd already eaten Ignatius at the time. She was keeping him in her stomach. Or crop." What even is a dragon. "Either way there'd be no room to process you."
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He has no idea that Zangetsu practically ate his body to get it back to the Ringmaster in remotely one piece.
"I suppose we won't find out until we ask the Ringmaster herself," he muses. "With her not camping,I'm certain we'll have plenty of time to find a way to ask it delicately." Because you don't just ask someone hey, how does the laying eggs thing work.
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"Yeeees, she seemed oddly guarded in relation to her, physiology and anatomy...out of character for her, I thought." The Ringmaster's usual mode of operation seems to be Does Not Give A Fuck in Herbert's so far admittedly limited experience. "You've been here longer--how would you go about asking?"
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"I imagine it's a delicate matter. Most of the enemies I've seen her eat, she simply devoured. As for how I'd go about asking, I'd wait until the Ignatius matter is dealt with." However the hell she'll deal with it. Is she just going to vomit up a fae? Gross.
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"Iiii've...never seen her...embarrassed. Before." He's not sure if that's the right word. Honestly, he looks kind of puzzled about it.
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"Of course she'd be embarrassed about all this," said with a vague hand gesture to encompass the giant Ignatius clusterfuck that the word 'this' implies. "You saw her at...I wouldn't say a moment of weakness, but perhaps a moment of vulnerability. If she had the choice, I'm certain she wouldn't have let anyone see her, not until she's dealt with the Ignatius matter."
The answer to him is obvious. RM's embarrassed because her cool, confident, 'I'm the Great Beast and I'm amazing' front got a few rather large holes poked in it.
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"Most people have some little part of themselves that they're embarrassed of. For the Ringmaster, I assume it's the whole 'keeping people in her stomach' business. Perhaps she's got a second stomach that she's ashamed of or there are parts of her where the dragon and phoenix bits have trouble working in tandem."
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