⇨ 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]

You're so creepy!

( rhys gets to his feet and dusts himself off, looking down at the animal. it was probably going to have to be killed and he knows he could do that with his arm but ugh. )

You want me to just leave it here?

[prazerbutterfly]

Here I thought you would've gotten use to it by now. Maybe I should ramp it up a little more~

[His eerie chuckle vibrates off the trees in every direction mostly because he's on the move.] I can take care of it if you can't.

[seniorvicejanitor]

( urgh. )

Fine, you kill it. I have to go find...another animal.

( he was making no comment on ramping up the creepiness. that would just encourage him. )

[prazerbutterfly]

Survival but with limits. Interesting.

[But he lets Rhys go as he pounces on the stunned rabbit from the bushes as a cat. He takes his time, aware that fear might creep unconsciously into its thoughts as he kills it.

It's only after that kill does he find Rhys all over again to see how he's doing for the rest of dinner.]

[seniorvicejanitor]

( rhys had wondered if maybe he could lose tyki in the forest while he was busy doing whatever needed to be done to the animal. maybe he could sneak back to the tent and say the animals were all asleep or something.

but no, he hears the footsteps like they're right behind him and curses inwardly. how does he do that? )

[prazerbutterfly]

[This blood on his teeth is far beyond dry and he takes a moment to compose himself as he follows Rhys. He's still out of sight given he's usually high in the trees. This time though he's not as he pops out of the ground next to Rhys.]

Get the second one yet?

[seniorvicejanitor]

Shut up.

( that meant no. but, he was tracking something. he had no idea what it was or if it was going to eat him or skewer him but he had a bead and he was going after it.

and after this, that was it. if he died, at least he'd go out on top. )

And be quiet!

[prazerbutterfly]

[Oho, so Rhys did have a pair that he could pull out when he wanted to. Funnily enough, it does in fact shut Tyki up and he listens without question as the pup turns serious.

His hands lift in quiet surrender, one clutching a dead jackalope, and he lets Rhys proceed inwards. Sure, sure. Go ahead, pup.]

[seniorvicejanitor]

( don't call him pup, he's not a pup.

he's kind of a pup. and he's even more of a pup when he takes off after the animal and his foot catches a raised root as he runs. he goes flying, screaming as he does and ending up in a heap of limbs and leaves.

the animal scatters.

crap. )

[prazerbutterfly]

[Okay, Tyki did his best to play along but the escaping laughter that resounds through the forest does little for Rhys' pride. He can't stop the way it barks out and he feels a lot better now that he's had a good laugh.]

You can stop now. I'll catch my own dinner. I think that's enough for a show.

[seniorvicejanitor]

You're a terrible person and I hate you.

( plus, he was covered in dirt and leaves and he just hated everything. )

Where's the other thing I caught? I'm having it for dinner. And I'm not sharing.

[prazerbutterfly]

[He's still laughing. It's the funniest thing he's seen in a while.

But at least he manages to hold out the jackalope to him by its antlers, wiggling it a little with its neck snapped.] Here, here. This is yours.

[seniorvicejanitor]

( the only reason that rhys doesn't shove tyki is that he knows tyki would take him down easily. so, he just takes the dead animal and frowns. )

Happy dinner to the both of us.

[prazerbutterfly]

[It might go well with him if Rhys did shove him. Or he might just pass right through Tyki's body if it's not a real intent to attack. Who knows. Either way he just grins.]

Happy dinner. At least get the fire started before I get back. You can do that, right?

[seniorvicejanitor]

( rhys shoots him a look for that one and then shoos him away. )

I got it. It'll be roaring and warm by the time you're back.

[prazerbutterfly]

[His barely suppressed laughter is held back by the wide grin and he'll raises a hand to wave him off as he starts walking away from the clumsy man.]

Good, good. As always, I'll be expecting. [At least the fire is already set up. He just has to light it. He can't screw that up, right?]