lostcarnival | ⇨ 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.

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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Oh boy, other department drama. Joker's ears flick up. He knows Jasper isn't exactly a "good person", although they haven't interacted a whole lot, but to make Reira be annoyed about it...

"Not ta talk in general, or just while yer working'?"

"I don't know. I just told her how I know what the animals want, and then she said 'don't talk to me ever'! So if I want her to do something, I'll just have to write it down."

That.

That isn't how it works,

Oh, sweet child. Joker looks away, his hand curled up over his mouth. Unfortunately, it doesn't quite cover up his wide grin. Very few things can, alas.

"I. Ha, I don't think that's what she meant."

"We have to work together," is her response.

She turns to Joker with an entirely straight, and serious face. "...So it is now."

"Oh, without a doubt," Joker agrees, not even trying to hide his grin now. Sometimes, it's just not worth the effort when something is this funny. "But I think that she won't really go along with it that easily, whether yer speakin' or writin'. People are stubborn like that."

"She still has to deal with it, especially if Ginko has to tell her to listen though." As far as Reira is concerned, Ginko is boss.

So if Jasper doesn't deal, then Ginko has to scold her. It's that simple!!

(It's quite the image, in any case.)

That is the most hilarious mental image, and Joker is going to take the time to enjoy it, thank you.

"So has he done that yet?" he asks, once he's got it nice and memorized.

....

She frowns.

"...I don't know, he only lets me work with small things, and Tyrannosaurus."

In other words, she hasn't actually had to ask Jasper for...Anything.

Which in turn means she's been just fine at the job she's been given.

Alas, so nothing yet... Which means he just has to make the opportunity himself. So with that thought already in his head and set on its path, Joker raises one finger with a wide grin.

"What would ya like in return for gettin' a picture of him doin' that? Bossin' Jasper around?"

What-

"....You want a picture of Ginko telling her what to do?"

That seems a mighty odd request, so she doesn't even think about 'rewards' honestly.

"Mostly I want a picture of his face while he's trying to do it."

Joker is positive that his imagination can't even conjure up how potentially hilarious it could be. Ginko has been around about as long as he is, and yet there's a reason he's not a supervisor.

Reira pauses a moment to try and ponder why that would be something remotely interesting to take a photo of in the first place. After a while she gives up. "....Isn't she supposed to listen if he says something? ...Since he's worked with all the animals more? ....Why would he make a face?"

"Well, for starters, that's not necessarily true... Some people can be stubborn even in the face of good ol' common sense." Jasper will probably listen to him on seniority, since Joker doesn't think she's the type to do otherwise, but, hey. He feels like it bears mentioning. People can be very strange.

"And he might make a face because Ginko ain't much for bein' a leader type.... or people bein' dumb." So anything could happen, is what he's saying. "And Jasper tellin' ya not ta talk ta her is probably a wee bit dumb, dependin' on how she explains it."

"Hmnnn..." Reira seems to think along similar lines about the parts that Joker isn't saying out loud. Jasper is Jasper- she's pretty sure Jasper will listen. "...Some people aren't 'Jasper', so..."

So there. The rest seems to be greek to her, however. "...I already knew it was dumb." No holds barred on that one. "....I still don't think it'll be a weird face, but ok..." If the chance comes, then the chance comes she supposes.

"Ha, right enough. Everyone is just themself~." Whether they like it or not. "Anyway, there's only one way ta see what kind of face he makes, so I guess we'll just wait and see. In the meanwhile..."

Pushing aside another branch, he grins a bit and points with his other hand. (And it's still sure a thing to be able to do that.) "I think that's the lights of the camp up ahead! So we outta be just fine now, don't ya think?"

"Um!! I think so!" she exclaims, trotting ahead. Her daemon, ever silent, follows calmly along. "I can probably get to my tent too...or maybe practice things..."

Really, whatever she does next will be a mystery. So she simply looks to Joker and nods. "...Thank you for helping with the birds," she tells him.

"Oh, it's no problem." At ease, he waggles his fingers at her- the wooden set. It's always been his default set, and that was before he stubbornly refused to get a new right arm. "If anythin', I'm not the one ya should be thankin' for that, right?"

From around him, where he'd slowly been leaning his head up to one of Joker's breads, Feathers pauses and blinks.

Ah-

Reira slowly turns toward Feathers. "Um- Thank you, then." There, she said thanks to Feathers too. Perfect.

Cooing fondly, Feathers leans down to gently forehead bump Reira, and Joker chuckles. "I think that's a 'you're welcome'." He taps the large bird on the shoulder, gaining his attention anyway. "Now c'mon, you, let's find ya some snacks that haven't been stolen yet."

As he and his Pokemon go off back towards where their tents are, he waves to Reira over his shoulder. "We'll see ya around~."

"Um!! Ok! See you!" Reira calls out, waving a bit.

Her daemon, for his part, simply barks out a 'THEFT IS WRONG' that fades on the wind.

Enjoy those snacks, Feathers.

⇨ CAMPING GROUNDS

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