⇨ 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.

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[whattaprick]

“Well, I’m not a plant, but I’m sure there’s something else here that could turn me a completely different color,” Lambert says cheerfully. “I’ve had a lot of baths since we got here, but I’ll keep that in mind.”

He cocks his head, considering. “You could try leaching it out with a different kind of bath, but that could damage your skin. Can you just... grow new bark over it or something? Not that I’m saying it looks bad,” he laughs, waving a hand. “But it looks like bothers you.”

[chronosynthesis]

Syrlya snorts humorlessly. "I think it permeates deeper, and shaving my lungs to the bone is not feasible. I have been trying to dilute it out with normal water, but that takes time."

Unsurprisingly, it's harder to remove a stain than it is to make it. And he super doesn't trust any other liquid or chemical concoction to do him any good fixing it, here. Turned other colors once, twice shy.

[whattaprick]

"Heat sets in stains," Lambert says, sagely. "But cold won't get it out either. If you want to get it out, soak in lukewarm water and scrub lightly. Do that a few times and it should even it out ... though you should get someone to do your back for you."

[chronosynthesis]

That would be sound advice if it wasn't literally deep into the plant matter due to effectively being absorbed like water, like dying flowers. Syrlya hasn't quite figured out that's exactly what's happened though, not being familiar with dying plants in general. He doesn't have much to lose trying it, though, and he's sat in enough water.

He shrugs a shoulder, absently patting Butcher. "Right now the less people I have to explain this to, the better. I just cannot spend literal days in the bath and my room."

It was tempting, though.

[whattaprick]

“Considering some of the other patrons I’ve seen? You wouldn’t even stand out,” Lamber laughs. “You’re right, though. The place is too nice to stay cooped up.”

There’s a flash of wistfulness as he says that, quickly smoothed over. “What else have you tried, besides turning new colors?”

[chronosynthesis]

He could point out his bigger concern is sticking out to carnival members, but he ultimately decides it's not necessary to elaborate.

"I've perused some of the city. Carly saw to my change of attire, but--" He pauses, considering. "I have not spent much. I do not tend to collect trinkets."

He inclines his head to Lambert. "What about yourself?"

[whattaprick]

“The baths, mostly.” Lambert draws up a sleeve to show off the scars from where Lilith’s mirrors tore up his arms, now healed smooth into pinkish scar tissue. “The iron wounds aren’t healing as fast, but it helps. Tried most of the food. Drank alcohol instead of bathing in it.”

And all of it he’d tried to get Childermass to do with him, to no success. Lambert huffs a sigh.

“Nice enough as a vacation stop, but we’ll still need to get back to work.”

[chronosynthesis]

"Oh," Syrlya's expression lifts at the mention of work, despite being on vacation. He remembers something he needed to talk to him about, anyway.

"Speaking of that--I know we have had difficulty in the past with being able to retrieve members of the carnival quickly in the event of attack. I've been--testing, practicing, but I have managed to greatly expand the range which I can move myself and others through reality, all within seconds."

He waves his hand. "I know you have seen my ability to teleport, but consider that now far across the realm." He smiles a bit, clearly pleased with his success in heightening the power of his abilities. They've needed something.

[whattaprick]

The pronouncement makes Lambert's ears perk, expression lifting, before it turns wry.

"That would be useful the next time the Carnival gets in trouble, though that better not be anytime soon." He cocks his head, waving a hand for Syrlya to go on. "How's it different from your old spell?"

[chronosynthesis]

"Well--the spells themselves function the same, but I have greatly improved the range I am capable of to something more feasible for getting people out of danger. Such as beyond my field of vision... ah, it's probably easier to show you." His hand is outstretched in a vague gesture before he looks around.

He gestures for Lambert to confess with him a little to the side, at the front of an alley where not as many people are walking (or pushing around them).

[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.

[chronosynthesis]

Syrlya turns on his heels, holding his finger up with a very slight smile--and then he's gone, only the brief flash of purple to indicate the magic that took place.

And then, two seconds later, he's back. He holds his hand down as under their feet a portal springs to life, and then he gestures to Lambert. "You first."

He'll follow shortly after. When they pass through, they'll be in a hallway to the bath of the bathhouse.