lostcarnival | ⇨ THE SUMMERLANDS

Who: Everyone!
When: Day 119 - Day 126
Where: The Summerlands
What: Ignatius and Gild portal everyone to the Summerlands, with hopes of appealing to the Summer Maiden for help. Meanwhile, the carnival gets the chance to relax in luxury as only tentatively welcome guests. Here is the location write up from the last time the carnival visited. Since then, of course, some things have changed.
Warnings: Nothing in particular.

THE SUN RISES↴

After taking the time to rest, Ignatius and Gild will be able to pool together their energy to portal the carnival (and the airship) to the Summerlands. Those still in Polaris will be left to their own devices for the moment as Gild intends to ask for the Summerlands aid in relocating them, hopefully as soon as possible. With the effort the carnival put into sorting things out in there, however, they should be fine on their own for a little while, at least.

They will arrive in the flowery fields at the base of the mountains, and soon the Summer Fae will notice their presence. Since the last time they visited, however, the atmosphere has changed.

► YOUR ARRIVAL: As the Summer Fae discover the group's arrival, it will quickly become apparent that there is a tension present that wasn't there any of the other times the carnival has visited. The Summer Maiden comes to greet the group personally, with an entourage of armed Summer Fae. They are not at all aggressive unless provoked, but there is clearly a wariness that is new. They seem uncertain about Ignatius being here, and while Gild will be able to do a lot of the talking and smooth things over, the Summer Maiden will deflect having a serious conversation about affairs until the carnival has taken time to 'rest.' It's more likely that the Maiden needs a moment to think over this new information before dealing with it.

► SUMMER CITY: After the Summer Fae become aware of everyone's presence, and the initial uncertainties are accommodated, they will invite you into their city. There are stairs that lead up the sides of the mountains, but thankfully there are also magical means of getting up there as well. The Summer Fae will be willing to help workers with the injured as needed, offering herbal remedies and healing magic to those that want it. You'll also be invited to join them for dinner, but it feels like more of a formality, and no one is obligated to take them up on it.

► SUMMER PEOPLE: The fae here will do their best to entertain these new visitors - but it doesn't seem that much happens here besides day after day of peaceful meditation and relaxation. It is not uncommon to see Summer Fae spent days doing exactly the same thing, whether that be enjoying the weather, listening to music, or dancing - the day and night periods may be similar to earth, but when you don't need rest it can all blur together just the same. Some of the fae work on feats of agriculture or craftsmanship, and while there is no particularly need to work in this place, they take pride in the fact that they do.

► FAMILIAR FACES: One very different thing about the Summerlands this go around is that there appears to be a small settlement built at the base of the mountains, filled entirely with the former residents of the Manor. Alyss and Reyna will explain that they set up a place to live down there with the Summer Fae's help, and that the fae seems to be trying to remain hands off except when they are needed. The Manor folk overall seem to be doing well, though there is some tension regarding their place in the Summerlands - they are clearly seen as refugees, and while the Summer Fae do their best to help them, the arrival of the carnival and the request for even more help with refugee aid seems to be making things awkward.

► OF THINGS TO COME: The Summer Maiden will remain distant for the first few days, but according to Gild and based on personal observation, it will seem that the news that the Ringmaster has been taken and the idea that even more desperate mortals are requesting to come here are putting her at significant ill ease. She's not rude or dismissive, but she seems reluctant to address the situation head on, though she has said that she will hold a meeting with the carnival later in the week to discuss everything in more detail. None of them seem particularly angry or resentful, but they seem to regard the carnival as an ill portent of things to come.

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As Tyki happens to wander past, it's to find Eruka tugging fruitlessly at the hem of her midriff-baring top, grumbling to herself; when he offers a greeting, she looks up -- and can't help but do a double-take.

"Wh-- where'd you get normal clothes?" She can't help blurting out first. His injuries, she's seen before, but in the mess of Polaris's aftermath, they hadn't seemed too unusual. Now, seeing how they've persisted, she can't help but frown. Wasn't the Summerlands supposed to be healing their injuries...?

Oho, this is an interesting outfit on her compared to what he's use to seeing on her. His head tilts to the side, making it obvious he is looking over her body, and he glances down at all the skin showing. Then again, this is how the summer fae fashion seemed to work.

"Magic?" is his usual answer, his hands lifting to sort of gesture with one and imply that he was using a rather bullshit term. It's his excuse for everything really. "You sound almost jealous even with that looking absolutely stunning on you."

Eruka'd been struggling with her clothes, but Tyki's words straight up make her fingers clutch tight enough that she actually rips part of the trim right off as she sputters, flushing beet red right up to her hairline (and apparently, as can readily be identified from all the skin she's baring right now, she blushes all over, too).

"Y-you--!" She splutters, trying and failing to find the words to respond to that. "You don't just say stuff like that!"

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Tyki tries his best not to laugh though it looks like he's having a hard time doing it. It doesn't stop him from lifting a brow at her ripping such a nice looking attire. He sneers gently with a gentle grin.

"Why not?" he teases, stepping closer with his hands placing behind his back to lean towards her. Don't mind if he just prowls a little, "It's the truth."

Eruka's nose screws up as she pouts at Tyki, shaking her head as she instinctively leans back even if it won't actually help her get away. Prey, after all, readily recognizes predator.

"You're making fun of me," she accuses, huffing. At least that seems to dull some of her embarrassment, as she glances away. It's a lot less easy to let that flattery go to her head when she remembers Tyki's just like this with, well, a lot of people. Still, she sighs and looks back at him.

"I guess that means you're feeling better."

"I am not," he responds, his tail swaying behind him in a playful manner, looking now at her instead of all over her body, "If you want my coat again to hide, I can always lend it to you again."

But it was pleasantly warm here right now which is why even he himself wasn't wearing it. He nods at her assumption and reaches out towards the ripped heam of her outfit without asking, intent on using his Power to Choose to cheat a seam fix if she allows him to get that far with his hands.

"Much better than when we last encountered each other."

Eruka gives him a bit of a stink-eye for that, although her gaze turns briefly calculating, considering.

"Not if those are only kinds of clothes you can make," she says firmly. But she wouldn't say no to a coat that's more her size, that's for sure. She holds still as he reaches out, twitching a little when he brushes close, but she won't pull away.

After all, if he'd wanted to harm her before now, he's had ample opportunity to. If he hasn't done it before, it's hard to imagine a reason he'd find that to his benefit now.

"... thanks," she says, finally, then looks up again, looking a touch flustered and expression pinched. "You really didn't have to look out for me back then... but I owe you one."

His tongue runs along the edge of his teeth as he concentrates on making it look natural, the seam soon enough stuck together with the other half and he lets his hands open wide to take a closer look. Once he's satisfied he'll lean back up and look over her again.

She's right. If he was going to hurt her now it would have to be a solid good reason. He is attached to Acquisitions after all, his considered carnival family, and while under the Mother of Invention's influence or at her beck and call he might've hurt her. Thankfully he was only security and he would only observe Sans at work during experimenting.

"You've been interesting thus far and enjoyable to be around. It's what friends do, right?" Though he isn't denying the request to owe him one. He'll always indulge in that.

Friends, huh ... Eruka likes the sound of that, though she can't help but smile wryly, remembering what happened to the last person she called a friend.

"I guess it is." A pause, and then Eruka sighs, scuffing her foot on the ground. "It doesn't sound like it's going to get any less dangerous, though."

"No, it's not. I can't say it's ever going to be easy now," his voice being a bit sarcastic and truthful at the same time given he thought these Miracles were suppose to make things easier for them. Sure, easy is boring but he had been getting use to it.

"Are you prepared for thatt, my fair lady?" She had taken some initiative during that fight with the Mother of Invention but then he hadn't seen much after that.

That’s a good question, and Eruka bites her lip, considering it. Honestly, just the idea of another fight makes her knees want to turn to jelly, and she’s quivering just at the memory of facing the Mother of Invention. Any fight after that will surely be worse.

And yet...

“Back in my world, all witches are drawn to destruction,” is what she offers, quietly, instead of a direct answer. “They call it the pull of magic. You can’t help yourself — it’s like an instinct you’re born with. But—” she pauses to think.

“The point isn’t to destroy everything, because then there wouldn’t be anything left to destroy. Dealing with the Winter Court ... feels different. How this fight ends matters.” Her brow furrows with worry again. “I’m not any kind of a hero. I’m scared to death. But ... I’m more scared of everywhere becoming like Polaris was.”

⇨ THE SUMMERLANDS

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