⇨ 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]

"It was completely illogical!"

The words burst out of him before he can think better of it; it was Rita's dream after all. But the entire thing was so stupid.

He's so worked up by the entire trip into Rita's head that he starts gesturing with his hands as he continues, irritation lacing his expression as the words come tumbling out, "It made no sense! You were there talking to a bunch of cats like they were people and our surroundings would keep on changing and the environment would defy the laws of physics!"

Well, they sort of do strange things with physics all the time in the Carnival, what with magic and all, but at least that sort of thing had a certain kind of logic to it, in his opinion. The village should've been in shadow but it wasn't.

"But every time I tried to point out the weirdness of it all, suddenly everything would make sense! Which didn't make sense!"

Rrrgh!!

[anti_nonsense]

"I warned you," Rita murmurs smugly, unbothered by the rant. On the contrary, it's amusing, and sort of fascinating, to hear such strong opinions about a fairly ordinary human experience.

She's also just relieved her dream wasn't weirder. Or about something especially embarrassing.

"But when you put it that way... it kind of does make sense," she adds, shifting around until she finds a comfortable position again, her face still half-buried in her pillow. "Dreams are shaped by the cognition of the dreamer. Each time you told me about a logical inconsistency, you influenced my cognition of the world, which in turn influenced the world itself."

She yawns as she finishes that thought with, "or something like that."