⇨ SHABONDAMASHII

[ringleaders]

Who: Everyone!
When: Day 92 - Day 99
Where: Shabondamashii Bathhouse
What: With the Silver Mirror claimed and the animals of Eden relocated, it's time for the carnival to kick back and enjoy an interdimensional bathhouse and the surrounding festival city. Meanwhile, the scattered shards of the Mirror have an unexpected effect.
Warnings: Dark/Light halves acting weird.

THE BIG CLEANSE↴ As the carnival recovers, the Ringmaster has brought it to the gates of a famous interdimensional bathhouse to rest. She won't be joining you for most of it, though she will be checking in frequently and available by radio. She's fixed a large portion of the Silver Mirror after it shattered, but it seems like pieces are missing. She doesn't want to rest until the missing shards are dealt with, and the Mirror itself is locked away safely. ► YOUR OTHER HALF: The shards missing from the Silver Mirror didn't just disappear - after breaking apart in Eden, fragments of the object embedded themselves in the spirits of those not already touched by its powers, and those that had been the most fae-touched. That means, your characters. The effect of this, explained in more detail on the plotting post, is that some characters will be splitting into two versions of themselves: the Light, and the Dark. This doesn't mean good and evil, of course, it's far more complicated than that. Splits can start happening at any time after arriving in Shabon, and initially characters won't know how to rejoin with their twins. Later on, it will become apparent that they need to reconnect via the shard of the Mirror they share... of course, in order to rejoin, you have to have both halves, and not all twins will be as eager to go back to the way things were before. This plot point is optional. ► SPA DAY: When you're not engaging in metaphysical division, you are free to enjoy the many luxuries that Shabon offers. Things will mostly have an east-Asian bend, like what you would see in the movie Spirited Away, but as long as it doesn't affect the setting much, you can honestly have whatever spa-type services available that you want. Food is served both in restaurants and 'buffet' style. There are also well paid sex workers here, if that is your thing, but make sure to tip well. ► FESTIVAL TOWN: The city surrounding Shabondamashii is largely meant to catch the business of interdimensional tourists. There are frequent parades and other events held, and the architecture is very closely packed. It's easy to get lost if you leave the bathhouse, but it's definitely worth it if you like party. You can pick out a few outfits for yourself and some fun nick nacks, but nothing that would normally require mod approval.

Comments

[alphudo]

He supposes that makes sense, but part of him can't quite believe it. He just doesn't know why he's so suddenly concerned about it when he wasn't before at all.

"I suppose there's no point in attempting to argue that." Which is good. He doesn't want to fight with her.

"Not really." Well, think on it for a minute then, idiot. "...I guess there is one thing I'd like to make sure I do before we leave this place, but I don't want to drag you around shopping with me. I doubt that would be much fun by any means."

[pipers_son]

"For what I can give." It almost seems at the ready to leave his mouth, and his wings twitch uncertainly as if just as ready for take off. "Which is fine. That's the way things go, isn't it? As a supervisor, or anything else." He smiles a bit, the expression strained. "I'm fine with that."

[pipers_son]

"Hmm, well..." Joker curls a hand near his chin. "If she was a threat ta the carnival, or ta our standin' here-" In other words, if she was a violent jackass, or set to explode, or anything like that. "-then I would have expected that ya would already be goin' after her. Am I wrong on that front?"

[lmpatientdefense]

"Huh." Her jaw shifts to the side, and she gives a low whistle as she sits back. "Not just talking for a few minutes, but like, really bringing them back?"

It's not unheard of, but not common by any means. Most healing magic stops people from dying right then and there; she's been brought back from the brink a couple times herself. But after a year - at least a year...

"Alright, maybe I can see how that one's worth it," Beau concedes with a nod, not freaking out.

[pipers_son]

Onions done, now to the next ingredient. This part of the recipe is easy; he can do it while he talks no problem.

"Before. We all grew up in the same place, out in the streets, but we ran inta each other at different times." He taps the knife against the cutting board thoughtfully. "I think I was the fourth ta join, now that I think about it... Ah!" He raises a finger. "Actually, we picked up another brother in the last year before I came ta the carnival!"

[verbaltic]

Indeed, Hanamaru is about to sass Eruka about the fact that more often than not, she's a talking animal herself. Thankfully, Eruka continues talking before she can get that out.

"That part doesn't sound too bad, zura." Says the girl with tanuki ears, fangs, and paws. Hanamaru's well aware of the fact that she's a few more fae changes away from being someone's deviantart furry oc. "Which probably means that worse stuff happened after that."

[amphibiopathic]

"Well," Eruka groans, planting her elbows on the table. "We started realizing something was probably going to go badly when the first thing they did to us was brand us with iron."

Eruka turns her back to Hanamaru, lifting her hair away from her neck enough to expose Lilith's mark now branded right at the nape. It also obviously looks raw and tender still, like a healing burn.

[reflash]

I suppose some people change more quickly than others. [He says, and doesn't feel a shade of embarrassment about his alterations.] My older brother has changed far more than I have.

Anyway, they're just physical changes, and they don't get in the way. [.... yukio that is a blatant lie.]

[whattaprick]

As Peridot raises her voice, the hunched in Lambert flinches out of his curled-in position, backing up with wide eyes.

“No,” he stammers, “I can’t—“

His other half doesn’t budge an inch, settled comfortably against the edge as the terrified Lambert jerks out of the spring, water pouring off smooth scales, and scrambles towards the exit.

[reflash]

Talking about who's paying isn't going to change the taste, Shura-san.

[He pours her drink for her, because if there's one thing Yukio knows about drinking, it's that he's supposed to do that... for everyone, since he's always the youngest in a group when all the cram school teachers or exorcists go out for drinks, and always ends up pouring drinks for people and drinking soda or tea.]

[atouts]

"Perhaps it's a rumor I'll spread myself, if only to distract from the large angry man following me all over England," Childermass says with an amused huff. Yes, he knows Strange is joking. Arabella would yell him out of the universe herself if he weren't.

[whattaprick]

"Probably," Lambert laughs easily. "I'm not a mage like you or Strange. Explaining the theory wouldn't mean as much as seeing it in action."

Tail flicking behind him, he trots off after Syrlya as the Sylvari indicates, crossing his arms but otherwise attentive. He won't appreciate a bit of the complexity it probably takes to pull the magic off, but he can probably at least appreciate the actual results.

[kingsroads]

"Be careful. Eventually they might want me to summon my faerie husband to prove the point." And though Strange loves Ignatius and views him as a true friend...he also kind of wants the Summer Court to ignore England as long as possible.

He's certain one of the new magicians is going to try and summon a faerie at some point. Just let them have a few months of quiet before it happens.

[kingsroads]

Strange is now experiencing a sensation that he hasn't really experienced in a while: sheer cold on top of his mirrored scars. The mirrors cool faster than the rest of his body, so it's an odd sensation of him mostly being cold and part of him being really cold.

"This won't stain our skin or anything, will it?"

Asks the person indirectly responsible for turning Syrlya purple.

[atouts]

"Well, the roads into Faerie are all open again," Childermass points out. He doesn't know if he ever told Strange that, how England is already changing. "You'd less have to summon than send him a letter by mail, I imagine, provided you know which one to take."

[whattaprick]

"It won't," the answer comes from above, reassuringly. "Quite the opposite, actually; your skin will be clarified and rehydrated!"

Lambert fails to understand what either of those words really even mean in the context of his skin, but the snails keep on trundling over both of them. Once their 'feet' rest firmly on their shoulderblades, the snails stop. Then the massage begins (Let me know if I need to adjust the pressure), rippling flesh working over sore muscles like a massage bed in reverse. A cold massage bed.

Which is all well and good, if a little odd, but as the massage proceeds, it'll hard to miss that they're both getting slimier. Very slimy.

[kingsroads]

Strange visibly relaxes now that Beau isn't freaking out and is just accepting the casual necromancy. This has made his mood go from 'a little nervous' to 'more calm and collected'.

"It is. Of course, circumstances happened and the person I thought was dead turned out to actually be alive," Strange's face plainly says that it's a LONG story, "but I don't regret signing on. Even if my reward turned out to be not needed, the experience I've gained and growth of my magic has made it worth the while."

[whattaprick]

Lambert's grin takes a turn for the wicked.

"That's just because you haven't seen me drunk." And in fact, come to think of it ... "I haven't seen you drunk, either."

Now that, obviously, is just a problem Lambert is going to have to remedy. "Hold on," he declares, and sorry Ginko's eyeballs, he's hoisting himself out of the water again, padding back close enough to the entrance to stick his head in the doorway and flag down one of the attendants. A few minutes pass before he trots back to the bath, looking smug, and for good reason: he's holding a tray with a few sake bottles and cups on it, and he splashes back into the water with Ginko with his prize.

[kingsroads]

"Bell would murder me if I ever stepped foot on the roads again!" says the man who will inevitably step foot on the king's roads again and straight up did step foot on the king's roads plenty of times after Arabella died.

"Besides, summoning is much more dramatic. I've a reputation to uphold, after all."

[kingsroads]

This feels great. Strange is blissed out a little, closing his eyes in relaxation as the snails massage his back and shoulders. The sensation is more weird for the snails than for Strange, as he's got mirror over some parts of his muscles, but the parts that aren't covered feel amazing.

He's so blissed out that he doesn't really notice that they're getting intensely slimy until a big, glob of snail goop accidentally falls into his slightly open mouth. Almost instantly, Strange starts spluttering and spitting: he's remaining laid down because hugeass snail on his back, but fun fact! Snail slime tastes absolutely disgusting.

[verbaltic]

They don't get in the way eventually, [ Hanamaru corrects. ] I got my paws when the carnival was still a carnival. I fell on my face almost every day when I was practicin' my show!

[ There's a wistful tone in her voice: Hanamaru misses performing. ]

[verbaltic]

She lets out a shocked little "zura!" of surprise like a goddamn Pokemon as she looks at Eruka's burn. That looks awful! Like, super awful! What kind of barbaric place did the carnival go to?

"And everyone got one of those?"

She's a bit traumatized now.

[periphrasing]

"No no no-- Wait!" Panicked, Peridot lunges for the fleeing witcher but only manages to get a hold on the very end of his tail. It easily slips right out of her grasp, and as a result, she eats dirt and the anxious Lambert is free to flee god only knows where.

Peridot wobbles to her feet and casts an annoyed glare at the remaining Lambert, who's still chilling in the pool and looking cool as a cucumber. "Um. What the heck was THAT!?" she demands.

[lmpatientdefense]

"Doesn't that fuckin' figure." You just have to laugh at something like that. In a way, she feels better about her own contract. Signing up for a year to get out of the dissolving city, when no one else was offering a ride, isn't something to regret.

"Still... That's not all that bad," she considers, eyes going distant and mercenary as she considers what she might do with that power. "If you can do that just once a day, even once a week, bringing someone back? Lotta people have lost someone important to them. You could rake in some serious gratitude, whether it's money, or just... favors money can't buy."

[stompadour]

"Well... yes," Jasper admits, frowning. "I don't think she's dangerous. But she's definitely... wrong."