⇨ 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

[whattaprick]

"But this needs much less imagination," Lambert answers with no remorse, settling back on his haunches with a fluidity he only wishes he had in real life right now -- not that it's on his mind. The memory of injury and pain is distant right now ... as is the changes from the Carnival. The Lambert here is Lambert looking more like he did when Scout first met him, bereft of horns and tail and baseline human except for his eyes.

"Are you really just going to sit here?"

[stillwinningthehardway]

"Are you really gonna keep prodding me? It's been too long since I sat with everyone." A shadow crosses her face, crosses the surroundings. There's a cloud up somewhere, between the glassy enclosure of the great Room and the planet's sun, and everything seems a little bit grayer and heavier, the ambient noise more muted. Even in a dream, Scout can't quite manage to forget why it's been so long.

This isn't a nightmare, anyway. Scout tracks a star-shaped white flower drifting down from the tree, spinning and tumbling on whims of the air, until it lands in her lap, and she exhales deeply. The shadow passes, though a little line is between her eyebrows now. "Give me a reason to get up."