⇨ 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.

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[whattaprick]

"Hmm. If I didn't know any better," Lambert says, slyly, "You're almost starting to sound like some kind of hero."

Something which Lambert is adamant about not being of course, and he holds the almost-serious expression for only a moment before he laughs, waving a hand.

"Please, at least tell me someone paid you for that. Or that you got a drink out of it."

[chronosynthesis]

Syrlya snorts, looking down at the ground pensively. "Some would call me that."

He's made enough waves in the world, most of them for the good of it. But he's not sure he can call it justified until he cleans up his hand in making it worse and actually solves the dragon threat.

He pauses, then shakes his head. "Not having the world destroyed will be a priceless reward. But they threw a party," he respond dourly. A celebration he hadn't wanted to be the center of attention for, but there was never a choice. He has to be a beacon of hope after all.

He bungled that speech though.