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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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"Maybe your dream alien is Ybb after all... What now? Is there another step or do I listen to that thing?"
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"It's your turn now, yeah. Hit the button and listen for the clue." Shura holds out the phone to him, looking back over the pictures on the board. Baloral ridge, maybe she should call Four-eyes and see if he knew...
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"His favorite pastime is ejecting people into space," he says that slowly like he isn't really sure what that's about. Mostly because he isn't, considering his follow-up happens to be, "That sounds dreadful." Probably. "Is it?"
Being on a space station does not equal understanding that space is, in fact, a vacuum.
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"Yeah, that ain't too nice." Shura glances over the board and cards, trying to see if that narrowed down the searches at all. Nope, it's completely unhelpful. Maybe that would have been a cue to alien tweens, but it's remarkably useless to someone who's only has worked with the supernatural before. "Anything like a human would die pretty quick since it's a vacuum 'n all."
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She takes the phone back, quick to take her next clue. This one is a little vague, but not exactly helpful. "Well, apparently he only has two eyes." It isn't much, but at least she knows which bachelors it knocks off of the list. Unless-- "Nya, y'think any of these guys are hiding something like an extra set of eyes?"
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"Hm." After her next clue, though, he looks down at the cards on the table. "If the were hiding them, that wouldn't be a very fair game. You'd have to expect anyone playing to know what these all are already."
Unless the game is unfairly marketed at the very slim margin of teenage aliens who are really into space biology.
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"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~"
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Because that makes the most sense to Childermass right now, if that's the case. He could identify anything human, sure, but humans are, well, human. That's easy. Anyway, he takes the phone back and hits the button, tilting his head some as he holds it up to listen.
That look of concern is never, ever really going to go away so long as they're playing this since there it is all over again.
"Ah." He lowers the phone again. "Do any of the cards happen to include a... squid?"
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"This guy--was that clue about squid, or was it about somethin' else?"
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It's something he says with a tinge of distaste. Only a tinge. Not because he doesn't find it weird but because he isn't all that prone to overreaction.
"I wasn't aware tentacles could be luscious."
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"Ughh. I've seen plenty of tentacles, but ain't nothing I'd ever call luscious." If her stomach was any weaker, she'd be gagging, but she holds back, only tossing the card back on the board. "That's too much for me, but it's your man, not mine."
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"The people of Atlantis might disagree," he says, at least finding some humor out of this awfulness. Still, it is only a card. "I do think this one might be him."
Is that how the game works? Does it matter? Let's find out.