⇨ 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.

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[atouts]

"Nice a wish as that is, I'm not sure even the Ringmaster would be able to do something like that," Childermass says after falling silent again for another moment or so. Smoking, thinking. The air around the rock stinks of cigarette smoke by now, though that isn't something he really notices himself these days.

"What happened back on that version of Earth, it was a spell even beyond the High Fae. I doubt we'll see the likes of it a second time."

[starseedling]

"It's so weird," Steven says with a sigh, sitting down in the grass, near Lion. Lil grumbles at Childermass and then sits down in the grass as well. Thankfully Bud smells very pleasant and it cuts through the smoke smell a bit.

"It's just you and me, and... I don't know if anybody else really gets it, the same way." He wraps his arms around his gut. "Mr Strange and I were worried that something would happen to you, too."

[atouts]

If people do get it or not, Childermass isn't certain, so he just shrugs to that. He imagines the others who ended up as changelings during that time might, at least to a better extent, but the rest? Who knows. The rest, though...

"Something almost did," he admits with a sigh, holding his cigarette out far to look at how far it's been smoked down. Not terribly far, but just enough to kick the urge to keep on puffing away, so he ashes it on the rock. "The Count was here and he did try to command me. Everyone else was faster, though, and once I was dragged back into the carnival, I had no inclination to go back out."

Which meant not taking part in any of the rescues but at that point, it was for the best.