lostcarnival | ⇨ CAMPING GROUNDS

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⇨ 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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[Site Picking | D64]

"Hmmmmm-mmmm...." Carly, it seems, is quite deep in thought. Where she'd typically hover in fact, she's bothered to plant her feet firmly on the ground- the somewhat lizard-like toes digging into the dirt. She's dressed for the location at least; longer shorts, a shirt better made to keep bugs away than attract anything, but most notably is the backpack.

The minute there were supplies to take, she looted the lot impressively. "Okay-!" she announces- turning to those who have bothered to follow after her. "The most important thing about setting up a tent, is finding the best spot~! We need a flat spot, without anything on the ground that's too lumpy...otherwise we won't sleep well at all," she insists, nodding furiously.

Beside her, Nuna the marowak is nodding in agreement. "So! Which way should we go~?"

[Fire Dancing | EVENINGS]

A camping trip is nothing without evening festivities- tent pitched, supplies organized and put away, it's time for a night around the campfire with marshmallows, hotdogs, and more. Carly has a few local dishes preparing too; de-haired trout has been wrapped up in tinfoil, and is now cooking alongside some campfire baked potatoes in the coals. What Carly's really eager to do however, is show off-

"Okay, Nuna..!" she cheers, the marowak lighting its long bone-staff off the marking from her head. It quickly goes alight with violet-orange flames, matching Carly's own spectacularly as she creates a few floating orbs. "Let's go..~!"

Nuna is a pokemon that lives to dance- it's what the species did in her native country, after all, which means that those who have joined at this particular camp circle get to watch a dance that's meant more for fun than anything else. Spinning flames, loud whooping- and if one is especially lucky (or unlucky, depending on), well!

"Come on~! Join in, join in~" She cheers, pulling another up. "You don't need fire to join in, I promise~!"

[SAY CHEESE | 'ALL TRIP']

"Annnnd click-!" Among the supplies Carly brought with her- such as her ever-vital cloak of shadows, lest everyone be blinded in the night- she also brought her photography supplies. Camera and tripod, along with various lenses, are all being employed throughout the holiday trip at various points in time. If anyone had wondered if the woman truly had her roots in reporting before, they could at least now wonder if it was photography at the very least- she seems to know her stuff, after all.

Whatever anyone is doing (or at least, whatever one is doing with exception to anything they'd otherwise be ashamed of), Carly is ready with her camera raised and smile wide. "Hey, hey~! Want a picture?"

[WHO WANTS TO DATE A BIRD | DREAMS, D68]

The scene....is definitely an Imposing one. A game podium stands in front of you, along with a series of buttons, all labeled with characters that are, unfortunately, impossible to read. There seem to be other contenders not far either- in fact one is...

Carly? "HEHHH...how did I get signed on for this, it's not my fault I'm single again..!!" she whines, bright lights shining down as someone who looks like the Ringmaster waltzes about the stage.

"WELCOME EVERYONE, TO YOUR FAVORITE EVENT..~ CARNIVAL'S HOTTEST!~"

"HEH!?!? Hey!! I didn't agree to this!!"

"Of course you did it's in the contract!"

"What, seriously-"

(It's not.)

Carly certainly hasn't realized she's in a dream, apparently. Actually, she hasn't quite clued into the part where HER podium is...opposite everyone else's.

"So Carly," says Dream-Ringmaster, leaning against the wardrobe manager's podium. "...are you ready to CHOOSE..?"

"I'M NOT GOOD AT QUIZ GAMES, RINGMASTER..!!"

[WILDCARD]

[Carly isn't the MOST knowledgable about Camping, but she's trying her best! She'll be seen doing everything from taking pictures, to camping, to...Sunbathing?

She's not really much for the swimming thing, apparently. She might even dart around as a Hummingbird! All prompts are dated relatively early to be safe, but feel free to plot!]

[Tent Rigging (CLOSED) | D64]

They did not have very long to pack, all things considered. They were given warning of course- grab what you need, clothing for at least a week, swimsuits, etc etc...Reira personally wondered how much Reiji would even have, but it then occurred to her that he could well swim about nude if he really wanted to take a dip in the first place. The benefits of lacking legs.

The lack of legs does not deter her from gaining a keen interest in one of the tents located in the pile of supplies however, scavenged apart not unlike the many beasts in the Manor's beneath. Everyone was claiming tents, hammocks, marshmallows, sleeping-bags...it is after grabbing her own rather cute sleeping bag that she spots something noted as a 'tree tent'- and, picking that up somewhat awkwardly while her sleeping back clunks against her backpack, she looks to her brother.

"...It says it's 'stealthy'," she notes, eyes somewhat wide with interest. She's brought quite a lot with her, at least as far as she can. Clothing, her teddy, a pillow...and some more unique objects that were gifted recently, including her horn from Yuzu. Yet another gift still chills her from where it rests in her pocket, but she's not decided if she should show her brother that or not just yet. It's not important right now. What's important is...

"...It also says 'Tree'. Can you camp in a tree?" She'd like to try. That sounds Really Neat.

[Do Not Feed The Mothmen | LATE D64]

The animals here are Very Friendly. This, Reira has discovered very quickly- while the jackalopes run away from the Eagle when her dear bird is around (And for good reason, as the bird does seem rather interested in them until scolded by her owner), they quickly warm up to her when she puts a few bits of apple in her palm- though one actually tries to snatch the entire thing.

It is not until perhaps her second or third run at feeding the wildlife- at which point it's well after dark- that the jackalopes abruptly bolt however.

And it does not take very long for Reira to realize why. It is smaller than the Eagle, certainly- and strangely difficult to make out its shape despite it standing right there- but nonetheless the small flying thing cocks its head and stretches toward the apple.

"Oh...You want food too?" The 'mothman' chitters, and Reira oblidges, breaking off a piece of apple to hand over. The bird-thing takes it, and flies off...

...And is quickly back with two more. "Eh..?" Reira starts to break off more bites of apple, and the other two are quick to take their own bites. A few others also swoop down- one actually manages to sway and land on her shoulders. Reira herself is swaying a bit too, supported only by the appearance of her daemon-the-bear, and-

"Ahh-!! Hey..! I don't have that much..."

'Mot!' 'Mott! Mott!'

"Feathered Ash-ones, LEAVE US-!"

'Motmott!' 'Mot!'

They do not appear to Care, At all.

[Wind Swimming | D65 - 71 ]

"aaAAAAAAHHHH-!" There is, without a doubt, a very strange sound coming from the nearby lake. Loud, bouncing, and without a doubt belonging to a child, and-

...And it's laughter.

Reira isn't one to laugh. Her smiles, while growing more wide with courage and perhaps strength the last few days, have typically been only that. She smiles, and little else. But as one of the water-beasts gives a splash, their somewhat song-like cries are joining in with the sound as the girl finds herself launched easily into the air... "HhHHAAAHAHAHAHAH-!" ...Squealing laughter swiftly blotted out each time as she passes back into the water. She fortunately has gills- breathing it means that the light sting upon re-entry is all there ever is, and the game she seems to have gotten caught in with the local pod is far more worth it in her opinion.

In theirs, too, it seems.

Of course, swimming isn't all she's doing. While up in the air, she occasionally finds herself closing her eyes. Focusing, for those few brief seconds, on the crisp chill of the air as she passes it. Back, and forth- Strange gave her the advice after all...so surely this would help, right?

It is something that she finds herself focusing on later as well, standing at the shore-line near the water. Her hands are clenched tightly- and rather than focus on the dirt between her toes, she focuses on that chill. On the passing breeze that seems to stick to her skin and go right through all at once, on the frigid metal in her palm as she holds her small gift from Foster. Wind....wind....just like the wind...

It would be so easy, if one didn't already speak to her out in the water with the lake beasts, to simply shock her to her senses right now.

[Alice in Candyland | D67 & 68]

"We are going to be terribly late, so so terribly late-!" Reira's dream is something of a fantastical paradise. A realm of nonsense, with various bits formed of licorice and sugar string on top of that. It's a wonder nothing has started sticking- or maybe that will happen, and she hasn't thought about it. Regardless, she speaks to a rabbit wearing her brother's scarf and glasses, while she herself seems to be wearing a big blue dress.

"Late for what though?" Reira wants to know, holding a teddy bear in her arms. "I didn't make any App....'Appointments'," she decides, feeling that word must be the right one.

"Well it doesn't worry what it is! We're just going to be late is all!"

"...Oh." She supposes, maybe, that makes sense, but the appearance of someone else no doubt causes her to keep questioning. "............Do you know what we're late for?"

[WILDCARD]

[Reira will, primarily, be mucking about the whole place. Trying to befriend animals, going swimming, climbing trees...she's naturally inclined to explore the place, so one can find her doing just about anything. Most often, she'll be practicing at her magic of course- it can also be assumed she's wandered into your muse's dream, if you want! Hit me up for plotting!]

Shima hadn't paid any mind to the translucent little white flowers that had sprung up near the head of his tent a few days after he'd gotten it pitched, noticing it but thinking nothing of them when there was already so much odd greenery and life everywhere already. It was all part of the atmosphere that made their latest stop strangely peaceful, and despite any excess energy he may have had after everything that happened at the Athenaeum, he doesn't find it too odd that he's able to get to sleep without much tossing or turning.

A. The mushi have definitely taken hold as he falls asleep and now he's dreamwalking. Perhaps he's wandered into one of yours?

B. You're dreamwalking and have either fallen into Shima's or yours has merged with his. At the moment he's dreaming of effortlessly jogging along a foggy walkway, railed off on one side as it overlooks an oddly Spanish European inspired hill of a town which falls away below, with high stone walls rising up on the other side as the town continues up. There's an excited sense of purpose here, though there's no one else around. It feels like you can reach anywhere you want to be, just by running toward it.

C. Those are definitely mushi around Shima's tent. Come bug him about it.

((ooc: anything to do with the dream stuff or mushi can go here! I'm around on discord or plurk if anyone wants to do extra plotting. See below for camping shenanigans!))

I. CAMPING WTF [D64]

This can't be happening.

[ but it is. rhys can clearly see that it is. he's standing in the wilderness, surrounded by people putting up tents and he's concerned about his socks. he's managed to keep them clean for the duration of his stay and now, there's mud and bugs and other gross things surrounding him. ]

I have to sleep here?

[ how was this supposed to be comfortable! what if he put his sleeping bag on a rock! did this carnival have workers compensation? where was their handbook of regulations? ]

This isn't a joke?

[ it wasn't. pitch your tents, rhys.]

II. ANIMALS WTF [D65]

[ okay, so they were camping and there was no way to get out of it. rhys had pouted about that for a little while and then, when that had gotten boring, had gotten up and made like he was flouncing.

maybe someone would come look for him. but no one did. not even after he sighed like a lost child. so, he was currently out of in the woods, trying to find something to do.

he'd pulled a few leaves off a tree because he could and stared at them. when he looked up, he was face to face with some kind of large looking creature.

a nightcrawler though rhys had no idea that's what it was.

no, he didn't know or care and all he did was yelp and back away quickly. he could probably be heard pretty clearly if you were nearby. ]

III. RELAX WTF [D66]

[ after his little run in with the nightcrawler, rhys decides to stick close to the campsite. everyone was lucky he didn't hibernate inside of his tent never to come out again.

but no, he tried to come out be social.

and what did he get for that? mosquito bites. ]

1 - day 64

Camping. This isn't the worst or the best thing in the world, and Shura's stayed in worse conditions. Still, this isn't Shura's idea of relaxing. Maybe if there was a hot spring or something here, she could really kick back and enjoy herself, but this place is boring.

So it means once she's done with patrol, she's finding herself a nice tree to climb up, laying out on a sturdy branch, and cracking open one of the beers she brought with her. If she's going to be stuck in nature, she's going to enjoy it the best way she knows how.

Unfortunately, she only thought to bring two cans of beer up the tree with her, and she finished them off pretty quick. Anyone walking by might see her peering forlornly into an empty can and letting out a mournful sigh. Getting more beer meant getting down from the tree, and she's finally comfortable. Ugghh.

2 - any night

Shura's dreams aren't always pleasant, but this time seems decent enough, if a little mundane. Anyone who walks into her dream that night will find themselves with Shura in the produce section of a little Japanese supermarket. There's something specific Shura seems to be looking for as she rifles through the produce, picking up a bundle of indeterminable greenery before setting it down.

"Nah, that ain't right..."

3 - day 68

Camping wasn't the worst. Except for the part where it really is and she's out of alcohol to help her cope.

Desparate for anything to do, Shura finally finds herself pulling out something she threw in her bag on accident--the copy of Space Dream Phone she was given at the Space Olympics after her terrible run at the obstacle course. She mostly has it set up at one of the tables, and she's actually even reading the directions on how to play, carefully trying to sound out the names and grumbling to herself.

"I can't even say this one--Yebb? Eybb? What the heck..."

It's Ybb, but feel free to correct her.

[Check it Twice | Camp Trip START]

"Hhhhmmmnnnn..." Gongenzaka has a rather lengthy list in his hands. "...Tent?"

"Grn!"

"Candles?"

"Grn!"

"Fire kit?" he continues down the list, absently checking himself for the crown of flames.

"Gan! GrrrrrAN RAN RAN RAN-!" The man jolts as his Granbull abruptly breaks into irritated barking, following her attentions and flinching.

"AUH-! NO, NOT FOR YOU-!" It is not Suzu, that Gongenzaka is scolding. What he scolds is certainly about as tall as her, however. It stands on awkward, digitigrade bird legs, with the body and head of what is most absolutely a scaled up crow. The rest of it, however, is scaled- long, long tail, and now flightless bat-like wings due to its own weight, the thing appears to be a cockatrice.

If a cockatrice was, well. A crow. "KrrRRR~" the thing trills, attempting to take apart a set of shiny pots. It is easily pulled away by its new owner.

"No-! There shall be no stealing..!!"

His camping trip, most certainly, is not going to be easy.

[How to Catch A Furry Trout | Mid-day, Various Days]

Out on the water, Gongenzaka has a certain advantage for sleeping. Being able to walk right out there and sit, he can simply carry his line and tackle and get ready- and he does, in fact, know enough about fishing to catch his meal. Curious members of the loch-pod croon and visit, but otherwise leave him alone as he appears to scowl at his back. "HrrMrmnn..."

The reason why is relatively clear when he holds part of his fishing line. Which has been chewed through. The offending chipmunk stares, impassive. "...You did this, didn't you," he grumbles, the chipmunk chattering back. He sighs, carefully removing the hook from the severed line so he can re-assemble it all, handing the piece of string back to the chipmunk. "While I, the man Gongenzaka, understand this is no longer harmful for you, I would prefer you not eat my things..." he mutters, as if it could even understand.

Well. Hook and bait re-applied, he closes the tackle box to set back upon his back and stands. "Hmmn-! Saah, let us catch our meal..!" And the line is flung-!

Hopefully nothing hits you.

[Make a SPLASH | Day OR Evening]

"HRRRAAAAOOOOO-!"

SPROSH-!

Gongenzaka may not be the one most associated with letting loose and having some fun, but at some point while camping, he's convinced to do just that. The canonball formed jumping into the water might as well be a small meteor- after making certain he wasn't carrying anything that would do poorly in the water however, he wasted no time launching off an outcropping of rock to create a massive pillar of displaced water.

"Phrrr!" Of course, making nothing but canonballs is ridiculous, and Gongenzaka gives a slight dog-shake as he swims a bit. Swimming is not something he's done often, at least not in the last number of months. Typically, he'd be walking upon it after all, lost in meditation. Occasionally that still happens while on the trip, in fact- the sea creatures of the lake and even various mothmen are drawn with curiousity in the evening hours, as his aura causes a pale ice blue glow to emenate off his form above the water.

During the day however, it's play time- and if anyone is a bit unlucky when he comes back...

"PfffFFFRRRR-" Well, no amount of 'steadfastness' can resist partway turning into a turbine in order to shake free as much excess water as possible.

Flexibility means it's Worse, for that matter.

[RUNNING THROUGH YOUR DREAMS... | Evening D67/68]

While it is not all he dreams about, he dreams at least once, of being Small again. It was a strange experience, his time in Wismuth- and while a few nightmares had been focused on how much better or worse things would have gone if he was a foot tall again, the night he dreams about it with a tent covered in strange white things goes quite different.

He is running through the flowers in the Summerlands again- a dream that's happened a lot after rather awkwardly refusing to tell Yuuya about what he was so embarassed about in the Summerlands in the first place. But where the tall grasses and flowers had been so massive that they came up to his elbow there, this is not the case for him now.

No, Dream!Gongenzaka is tiny and small and squeaky, and therefore stuck carving a trail that he jumps out from occasionally. And occasionally-

"Hrpp-!" There is a sudden, shocked squeak, as he encounters something (or someone) unexpected in the process.

[WILDCARD]

[All of Gongenzaka's activity for now (like Carly) will take place in the first half of the Camping Trip; so up until the Dream Plot end. While he'll potentially try and patrol around a bit, he'll be mostly convinced to actually relax and enjoy himself (A struggle, I know,)- so hit me up for plotting!]

It takes Yuya a second to recognize Reira's voice, before remembering she's the only actual kid in the carnival. But laughter really isn't a common sound from her, and he's immediately curious what's going on.

He doesn't expect large aqua wildlife playing with her, but once he gets it he grins a little himself as he makes his way to the shore.

"Hey!" He cups his hands around his mouth as he calls out before waving his hand overhead. "What are you doing?!"

Warnings and mushi sightings were heeded by Yuya, but not enough to actually dodge the infection. Were he a more lucid dreamer, he'd probably recognize the way things change as he wanders straight into Gongenzaka's dream.

But he's not. He doesn't think twice as he walks up the steps, following the lanterns in the dark to the festival. Because that's what he's sure it is, because his usual t-shirt and baggy pants are exchanged for a white and red yukata. All of the ways the carnival changed him seem to have disappeared, and immediately he's just home.

"Mblf..." Trying to speak while in the water somewhat does not go very well- and it takes her a bit to swim to shore. Perhaps worryingly, this would not be a fun and happy moment if gills were not involved.

Since they are however, it's just a very clumsy trek to get nearer to where Yuuya is. "Mnh-! I was practicing for the wind magic, and then they threw me in the air..! ...So we're still doing that..!"

She says, as the lake creatures in fact pause in their efforts. She's a bit too close to shore for them now after all.

Strange hasn't actually died before. So this entire experience is new and interesting in ways he could never imagine. He's aware of his body first as it starts to regrow and become less disgusting. The mind comes next as Strange becomes more aware of the sensations outside of his comfy enclosure and becomes more aware of himself as a whole. However, Strange's thoughts are still a little bit hazy when he realizes he's got memories and dreams and also realizes there's one very important thing missing.

Arabella isn't here. This sucks, he can't see Arabella if he's stuck like this! He can't see anything if he's stuck like this! With that one thought, Strange has officially decided that the egg is dumb and that he feels enough like himself to try and get out.

He can't move that much, this is getting a bit stuffy, and for someone who's normally as animated and all over the place as Strange is, that's not ideal. Wherever he is, it kind of sucks and he'd like to get out. So, he flexes his body, stretching and trying to move, until his elbow hits something solid. He's still faintly aware of the idea that he's stuck in an egg to begin with, but this is keeping him from being where he wants to be and Captain Impulse Decisions is going to straight up break it.

The egg, which already was weirdly warm to begin with, grows hotter to the touch. At the same time, there's a crack as Strange's elbow smacks into the side of the shell, breaking away a section. It's currently sitting outside of Papyrus's tent so anybody getting breakfast, getting their day started, and so on, can see the egg start to hatch.

Even as Strange is wrecking his way out of this egg, it's worth noting it wasn't eggsactly in eggcellent shape to begin with. At some point in the past few days, a considerate hand has written a get well message and given the egg some googly eyes to give it a more jovial appearance. Another someone has taken said googly eyes and drawn a dick jutting out of them, along with probably more body hair than Strange actually possesses in total. To say nothing of whatever other casual acts of vandalism people have wrought on the poor shell...

Steven has just been in the middle of getting cleaned up for a new day when he wanders closeby enough to get some curiously Strange-feeling emotions drifting in his direction. This has not really been happening at all for the last few days, so it sticks out like a sore thumb.

He runs in the direction he senses it, and finds the egg is starting to crack! He trips over his own feet, which are still clumsily made of crystal but growing opaque on the inside, and lands in the grass.

"EGG!" he yells to no one in particular. He just thinks people should know that egg, right now.

Yuya doesn't give the initial wiggling any thought as he passes to collect breakfast. It's easy to assume in his sleepiness it's just a trick of his eyes.

It's when he's returning with his plate that there's now an elbow sticking out, and he stops.

"Mr. Strange--!" Yuya drops his plate of breakfast and rushes to the egg right past Steven, crouching a little as his hands are outstretched and hover in the air. Should he help, should he not touch it? He doesn't know!

Rita appears too, dressed in her Alolan shorts and tank top and walking from the direction of the tent she shares with 9S. She rubs at her eyes, apparently having only just woken up.

"What are you yelling about..." she grumbles, then sees the egg and stops, eyes wide, before breaking into a jog to join the others. She seems awfully concerned, considering one of the insults scribbled onto the egg ('idiot', of course) is in her handwriting.

Steven crawls the rest of the way over, shock passing into relief now that he has some of the others with him. He's grinning happily to see that Strange in on his way towards staging a breakout, and is looking at Yuya and Rita in excitement.

He moves up to the other side of the egg, pressing his ear to it.

"Mr Strange, can you hear us?" he calls.

Edited 2018-06-10 19:35 (UTC)

The elbow moves back inside the egg. And then, for Steven's trouble, Strange's elbow jams out again, breaking through more shell and getting real close to hitting Steven in the face.

There have been plenty of acts of vandalism. Papyrus even left art supplies outside the tent, in a nice little basket with a note encouraging people to show Strange how they care. Displays of earnest emotions like that could only help!

The expert eggsitter himself isn't right by the tent, but pacing around the clearing and chattering on the radio. It's not like watching his brother, who he felt so intensely responsible for, and besides - eggs don't generally go anywhere on their own. There's still the risks of things falling on them or sticky-fingered cryptids wandering in from the woods, and he's been keeping watch for that, but the biggest concern on the skeleton's mind is that fever Strange's egg is running. He's been calling up Gongenzaka and Sans at random times to quiz them about their eggsperiences, even trying the Ringmaster once or twice to check that it's okay for the egg to be so warm.

But Steven's shouting is attention-getting, and he startles out of the radio chatter to look over. "Is something changing?!"

Steven yelps and falls onto his butt. Thankfully, though, he's already laughing in the next moment. The cracks formed by the elbow strike almost perfectly bisect the heart Steven drew on the egg earlier.

"He's hatching! Do we need anything for when he comes out?" he asks, counting down an inventory in his head.

"He's, uh--" hatching?? That is technically the right term for this, but it feels way too weird to apply to a human being.

"He's coming out!" That doesn't sound much better, but they get the point. As Steven is nearly elbowed, Yuya resolves to curl his fingers around the edge of the opening on his side and pulls at the shell. "I don't know, I've never seen someone do this before. What happened when Sans was reborn?"

Edited 2018-06-10 20:00 (UTC)

"Already?" Papyrus peers down at the egg, and sure enough, those are cracks.

"Phew! Uh, you see..." He hums and struggles to remember. Having been rather inebriated that night, memories of the hatching itself are fuzzy. "Sans broke through the shell... and! needed a bath. Badly. Food is good too!"

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⇨ CAMPING GROUNDS

CARLY | OTA

FIRST HALF OF EVENT | OTA

REIRA | OTA

FIRST HALF OF EVENT | OTA

SHIMA | OTA

DREAMSHARE MUSHI | D66-68ish

rhys | ota

first half of the event | ota

shura | ota

GONGENZAKA | OTA

FIRST HALF OF EVENT | OTA

Wind Swimming

Wildcard Dreaming

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