lostcarnival | ⇨ SHABONDAMASHII

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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At that, Syrlya snorts. "We share a trailer, and I do not believe I have ever once seen him fix himself in the mirror."

Doesn't mean he never has, but Syrlya's never borne witness to Strange doing things like 'personal tidiness'. "Given the current state of his hair, I fear it will only become worse again."

"You'll have to believe me when I say it could definitely become much worse," Childermass says. Mind, he never did claim he did any of that often. "And has been much worse, at that. It abated some after he hared off back to England for a few days and settled matters with the faerie."

Syrlya considers that. "I would rather take your word than deal with it in person, I suppose."

He sets the empty wine glass aside, settling back a little deeper in the water. "You seem to be taking to all of this quite well."

Not that it isn't deserved, because if anyone needs a break it's Childermass. It's just a light observation.

"Do I?" Childermass finishes off his own glass and flags the attendant down again. It's refill time, for the both of them. When that's all refilled, he looks over and carries on with, "Likely because there's been a terrible side-effect of the Silver Mirror, or so both of me assume it to be so. I left all the parts of myself who would be taking this seriously up in the room and it has got to be one of my better ideas thus far."

It's something he admits just so casually like it isn't the weirdest bullshit in the universe. Admittedly, he's dealt with far weirder at this point and there really is nothing to gain by letting Syrlya think he's actually Childermass. Well, all aspects of him, that is.

Syrlya is about to take another swig of the wine, but what Childermass says makes him stop before he even gets the glass to his lips and he simply stares, uncomprehending.

"I... parts of yourself?" Sorry, what.

To Syrlya's confusion, he cheekily raises his glass to him in a mockery of a toast and smirks.

"Exactly what I said, wasn't it?"

"Yes, but it does not make any sense." He furrows his brow with concern. "You mentioned it had to do with the Silver Mirror? I did not think you were attempting to use it like Strange."

"I didn't," Childermass says, affecting a look of complete innocence. It still manages to come off as shady despite it being the truth. "It's only a theory. If it's split me into two people, it would make the most sense. I just don't understand how seeing as I refused to touch the damn thing."

Well, whatever. He doesn't sound worried and instead finishes his fresh glass of wine (quickly) and waves down yet another refill.

"I'll figure out something to fix it when I feel like it, I suppose."

"I have never heard of anything like that." Which doesn't mean it's not true, just that Syrlya has no frame of reference with which to conceptualize it.

"It split you in two? Do you know where the... other half is?" Hm, wait. "Which one of you has your radio?"

"Ha! The radio? I took it," Childermass says triumphantly. "He probably doesn't even realized I nicked it when I left. Bet he's still making Lambert fetch him more paper to write with back at our room. We fell behind on all our notes and he's just got to get all that work done now. What a waste of a holiday..."

Childermass is just getting weirder and weirder to experience like this, but Syrlya can't honestly say it bothers him. He's going to remember this, though.

"With no leads on the final miracle, I suspect we will have some time once we leave to regroup and reconsider our approach." He taps his fingers against the side of the pool, absently before taking a sip of wine. "And if the Huntsman is already in pursuit of it, maintaining a low profile that minimizes out trail would be best."

"We could always just stay here," says a man who feels absolutely no responsibility to this whole Miracles mess right now. "Knowing how the fae work, the Huntsman will take another few hundred years to even get close to finding his own ass. It's not like they didn't know where the Rose was, they just didn't bother, and the lead for the Mirror was right there in a library, yet it's still some grand mystery to them. I think England's take on the fae may have been correct, after all. The whole lot are a pack of lazy fools."

Syrlya snorts, taking another sip of the wine. Lazy fools with too much power, maybe. "Don't tempt fate by saying things like that. It is a quickest way to have it turn on you."

He's become such a pessimist, hasn't he... maybe if everything didn't always seem to take a turn for the worst and all.

"Syrlya, Syrlya, you shouldn't worry so much. We're tourists for once, enjoy it," Childermass chides, amused as he's ever been this entire conversation. Although with that in mind, he sets his empty glass aside and sits up. "I know, let's go see what else this place to offer! It isn't all just one big bathhouse!"

Even though, from the look of the stitches still healing across his chest and face, he probably should just sit back down and deal with the quiet spa side of Shabon.

Syrlya frowns, and it's almost a pout when he's chided. He's about to argue he's already tried relaxing and that's what turned him purple, before Childermass sits up and suggests hitting up town.

He pauses, taking a longer sip of wine. "How well are your wounds holding up?"

They should probably avoid anything too strenuous, he doesn't want to be responsible for anything getting torn.

"Hm?" Childermass looks down as if only just remembering, right, he's hurt. While that isn't wholly true and he still feels them, sore and stiff, it's also something he's been endeavoring to ignore. That means the answer is, unsurprisingly, "Oh, those. They're fine, just fine. Can't feel a thing."

⇨ SHABONDAMASHII

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he doomed them didn't he

Thanks childermass

ur welcome