⇨ 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

[dressedtothe]

9S watches the fish die in Tyki's hands, its struggle to cling to life lost with its last breath. If he had any empathy for it, it would seem cruel. But he feels unaffected by the sight.

He supposes androids had the choice to 'break free'... but those same androids would be hunted down. Executed. Their memories destroyed and their personality data reset. It had happened to him, hadn't it? And he hadn't even defected... most of the time, anyway.

"That's not possible. Not until our war is over."

Or they're offered a chance to join a world travelling Carnival.

[prazerbutterfly]

"Sorry," he says with some hint of recognition that there are things out of 9S' hands. He doesn't know all the details but consequences when it came to betraying humans seemed to be severe. Of course, he knows only what 9S has told him in the past.

He wants to say he can understand but he can't. Not the way the Noah goal is so ingrained with him. Given the chance he could go home with the option of coming back after all that mess at home was dealt with. He'd always miss his family but when their war was over nothing would be the same. The world would be destroyed.

The fish is set aside with a couple of others already in a pile on a cloth, "I suppose it is your choice now, anyways."

[dressedtothe]

"I guess so. It's not like anything from home matters while we're here."

He's slowly come to terms with never returning to his world as his Earth. It helps that he knows where he wants to be, will be, going instead.

That said, he's eying the fish. "Are you sure that's edible? They look kind of weird for fish."

And that's saying something, considering some of the fish back on Earth had two heads.

[prazerbutterfly]

"It's definitely weird for a fish," he responds to get off such a depressing topic when he's not longer having fun with it. He eyes the fur and wiggles it a little before touching it with his bare hands. Fingers rake into the flesh, dragging downwards and choosing to touch the fur and not the fish. It flakes around his fingers, peeling off like a clean shave and drops into the water where he's holding the fish outwards.

"If I end up with food poisoning or something later, this is likely the cause. I doubt the Ringmaster would put us in a situation like that without at least telling us."

[dressedtothe]

Huh. That's not something humans normally do, right? Usually they use a knife to skin a fish...

Hold on. "Wait, you're still gonna eat it?"

[prazerbutterfly]

He'll filet it properly when he gets somewhere more flat and it is closer to actually cooking it.

He lifts a brow and gives a short nod, "Mmhmm. If it's off it won't kill me and I do love the taste of fish. Who knows, it could be better than the Earth type. Where is your sense of thrill?"