⇨ 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

[seniorvicejanitor]

What?

[ no really, W H A T? it's taking him a little time to catch up with this sudden change in events. ]

You weren't doing this just to be nice?

[ yeah right, rhys. ]

[prazerbutterfly]

I thought it was nice.

[He says with the most bright facial expression he can muster.]

But, if you want to be out here alone with the monsters lurking in the dark in the middle of the night I can probably find you another tent.

[seniorvicejanitor]

No, that's not what I meant.

[ he did want someone to be nearby just in case something attacked and tyki had a lot of useful skills. ]

I just meant -- isn't gonna be tight? Do you mind sleeping that close to another person?

[ the tent wasn't that small but still. ]

[prazerbutterfly]

[Despite their conversation, Tyki is already opening his cloth wrapped bag which turns out to be bedding. A thick blanket and pillows spill out in an unfashionable way. How exactly all of them seemed to fit together is a wonder given the volume and size doesn't quite match the bag. He's taking up the left corner as he rolls out a thick blanket and starts to pad it with plush pillows.]

Mister Rhys, you'll find that I often enjoy company no matter the situation unless you can properly read when I want peace and quiet. I would never allow a situation to become uncomfortable for me. I enjoy the luxury.

[seniorvicejanitor]

[ why could you be so intimidating even when you were being nice, tyki?! HOW DID YOU DO THAT? ]

So, you're staying?

[ rhys hopes you don't want cuddles, tyki. ]

[prazerbutterfly]

[It comes with the territory. Skill~ Look, he's already set up inside of the tent. Where are you at, Rhys?]

Without a doubt. You staying? [In your own tent.] I'll even fetch the firewood and kindling. I plan on setting up something outside along with a smoker later for jerky. Maybe an extra blanket outside for stargazing. I'll make breakfast each morning.

[seniorvicejanitor]

[ was this really happening? was tyki offering up all this? rhys couldn't help but be suspicious but also hopeful that maybe this wouldn't be so bad. he'd bunked with vaughn before so this could work. ]

You can cook?

[ was there anything he couldn't do? rhys was starting to feel a little useless here. ]

[prazerbutterfly]

Nothing fancy. Only eggs and potatoes for breakfast. I can do fish over a fire as well.

[Don't expect five star cuisine, Rhys. He can't make much more than that but it'll be hearty and somewhat tasty.]

[seniorvicejanitor]

[ more than rhys can make, though. much more. ]

Huh.

[ okay this was sounding a little better. ]

I can toast bread.

[prazerbutterfly]

That's something.

[Sorry, Tyki has no idea what toaster is. He toasts everything on a stove.]

I can do the fishing, if you can do the hunting. [He's teasing of course. He can't peg Rhys even being able to kill one of the jackalopes.]

[seniorvicejanitor]

[ tyki, please be joking. ]

Sure, I can -- I can hunt.

[ no. ]

No problem.

[prazerbutterfly]

[His eyes narrow just a fraction as his grin widens a little more. He's attempting to read body language.]

You know, it's alright to tell the truth. You already have my interest enough that I'm not going to think less of you.

[seniorvicejanitor]

I'm not lying!

[ he could hunt, technically. would he be good at it? probably not. ]

I haven't hunted in awhile though. Might be rusty.

[prazerbutterfly]

Right, right. I believe you. Try to hunt something good then.

[He's going to make a note to hunt something as well just in case Rhys fails.]

A while, hmm?

[seniorvicejanitor]

Well, I was the one being hunted for the last little while.

[ not even a lie! vasquez and august were like dogs with bones. ]

I had to make sure I didn't die.

[prazerbutterfly]

You should feel right at home then with the way things are here. We're technically being hunted.

[He really should do something about easing his discomfort instead of increasing it. He's not sure how much Rhys was paying attention to the radio either during all that mess less than a week ago.]

Hmm, you have a survival ability then, at least.

[seniorvicejanitor]

Now, survive. That's one thing I'm good at.

[ there was some full truth right there. he'd survived hyperion and vasquez's machinations and he'd survived psychos and other horrible things. he'd survived august and fiona and sasha and he'd survived robots. ]

I can stay alive and I can stay alive really well.

[prazerbutterfly]

Good, good. You'll need that soon enough. We'll be going after another artifact likely soon with all this new information we have.

[He doesn't like to assume but there was one location being thrown around a lot and he figures they'll have to head that way eventually.]

Maybe we can play a little cat and mouse later to see how survival able you are. [Is he kidding? Maybe. Maybe not.]

[seniorvicejanitor]

Yeah, sure. You just let me know when you wanna do that.

[ and then rhys would fake sleep with all his freaking might. ]

I'm there.

[prazerbutterfly]

Oh, I'm sure you will be, Mister Rhys.

[He glances down at what Rhys has to offer in terms of sleeping and bedding.]

I'm going to go have a look around. Get my bearings. You going to be alright here by yourself?

[seniorvicejanitor]

I don't need a babysitter.

[ don't be gone too long!!! ]

I'll be fine.

[prazerbutterfly]

Right, right.

[Tyki makes his way out and is in fact gone for quite a while. He loves to explore and the rich setting along with the potential of the water lets him eventually sink into a lazy manner. He had stopped to help a couple of other people settle in without invading their campsite, had taken precautions to ensure their sleep was restful by acquiring a few more items like a lantern for night time and a couple of extra sleeping bags in case they wanted to cushion where they would lay. Several hours pass into the mid-afternoon when Tyki finally returns with another bundle of things for the camp along with some fireword and kindling.

He's pushing aside the dirt on the ground and laying out a few stone. The wood is set aside and the kindling is settled in the middle of the pit.] Rhys, you still here?

[Whether Rhys is or isn't there, Tyki will find him.]

[seniorvicejanitor]

[rhys is...still there. he'd thought about exploring but thought better of it after awhile. instead, he tucked himself in the tent and tried to go to sleep to pass the time. he'd succeeded and was currently snoozing away, tiny snores drifting out through the thin walls of the tent. ]

[prazerbutterfly]

[Oh, how vulnerable Rhys is right now. It's hard not to further encourage himself into bad behavior and the compulsion to tease is seated deep within his thoughts right now. He moves down into the tent without unzipping it, using his Power to Choose to pass right through the door flap without disturbing it.

It's then that he crouches down next to Rhys and pokes at his cheek lightly. He's practically hovering over him with a wide grin.] Sleeping already? Wake up, wake up~

[seniorvicejanitor]

[ at first, rhys thinks there's a bug on his cheek and he just bats at it to get it off. but when he still feels something above him, he opens his eyes and sees tyki above him, looming.

he's not proud of what he does next: he screams. ]

You can't sneak up on someone sleeping! I was trying to get my beauty rest!