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lostcarnival2016-10-29 08:50 pm
ringleaders) wrote in lostcarnival2016-10-29 08:50 pm
⇨ THE REALM OF DREAMS
Who: EVERYONE!
When: S1:D8 - S1:D18
Where: Visiting the Realm of Dreams.
What: The carnival arrives at a new location and has its first performance week with the new cast, as outlined here. This is a general mingling log for convenience purposes, but players are welcome to make as many other logs for this purpose as desired.
Warnings: Could be a lot of things, around these parts.
When: S1:D8 - S1:D18
Where: Visiting the Realm of Dreams.
What: The carnival arrives at a new location and has its first performance week with the new cast, as outlined here. This is a general mingling log for convenience purposes, but players are welcome to make as many other logs for this purpose as desired.
Warnings: Could be a lot of things, around these parts.
THE REALM OF DREAMS↴ As the carnival arrives at its first stop since its recruitment phase, and prepares to put its new band of workers to the test. In the meantime, there is a whole new world of dreams and nightmares to be explored, and threats to be faced on carnival turf. As of S1:D11, the carnival will be opening its doors to the creatures within, and the carnival will be open daily from noon to midnight, though the connection to the realm will be constant. This is an all purpose mingle log for the full duration of the stay, so please mark top levels with some estimate of what days they'll be occurring on. Please bring any mod questions to the original plotting post. |
Spyro | OTA
Okay, so on paper, being a bouncer had sounded like a really cool job; a perfect fit for a tough guy like him, kicking troublemakers out of the carnival.
Turns out that in practice? The job involves a lot more sitting around in one place while absolutely nothing happens than a fidgety young dragon like Spyro can stomach. He's on duty now, posted outside the big top in the late afternoon, trying to keep unauthorized individuals out while the performance team sets everything up for tonight's show. Rather than sitting alert and at attention, though, he's sprawled out atop a crate, sullenly picking at a splintering edge and sulking.
"Man, bouncing is the worst," he complains out loud to his dragonfly partner. "Why are we stuck on snooze patrol in here, when there's a whole entire dream world to explore out there!"
Spryo sits up a little and glances around once, twice, before leaning in to mutter conspiratorially to Sparx: "What do you think pal? Think anyone would notice if we played hooky for a bit?"
Well? DO you notice?
NIGHTMARE FIGHT
Periodically throughout the duration of the Carnival's connection to the the Realm of Dreams, those who head out to explore the world beyond may come across a peculiar scene. Maybe you sense a Nightmare nearby, or you stumble accidentally into an encounter with one of the beasts. Either way, watch close enough or wait long enough, and time is sure to reveal to you the unusual sight of a small purple dragon harassing a horrific dream monster that is beyond several times his own size. What's more, shockingly, the dragon seems to be winning. Those who choose to simply watch the battle will observe that he can run circles around the great brutes, charging to and fro with his horns down and occasionally striking back with a burst of searing flame that rarely fails to set the creatures howling.
Fighting baddies is what Spyro does best, and he's bound to be spending the majority of his free time out causing mayhem for the Nightmares. Feel free to hang out and watch him fight, or offer backup, or even assume that he interrupts your own hunt by providing some un-requested fire support. This one's a free-for-all combat prompt.
Wandering off on the job
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"IIIII'm going to go ahead and take that as approval from a senior carnival member."
Extracting himself from his perch, Spyro hops down and trots past the gem without stopping, Sparx trailing behind.
"Hey Amethyst, cover for me will ya?"
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Wandering off on the Job
"Psh. You wanna end up with new weird appendages for slacking on the job, that's on you," he mutters quietly. He may not care, but he's also not above critiquing decisions he deems stupid, either.
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Spyro squints and flicks his tail thoughtfully, before responding with the utmost confidence:
"Nah, I don't think that's how it works. Extra limbs are like a reward or something. You'll probably wind up with a bunch by working too hard."
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"Who would consider looking more like a freakshow a reward? That doesn't make any sense."
In his heart of hearts, he knows the answer. That being that the Ringmaster is an incredibly peculiar woman and he will never understand her.
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Doing this action, however, a few of the items he's carrying go scattering to the ground, which certainly doesn't help his mood any. There's a few moments of goofy attempts to pick them up by himself, but they just result in more things falling down.
At great cost to his pride he sighs deeply, "Hey, uh... dragon? Little help?"
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"I've got it," he says loudly, springing to his feet and padding over. It's at this point that Silver is about to bear witness to the less than sanitary way that Spryo carries things around with them: Anything small enough is going to get picked up and just. Held in its entirety inside of his mouth. Like a chipmunk.
NIGHTMARE FIGHT
So, you know, when she sees a towering earth-brown silhouette rise up to cut against the sky...
Well, honestly, she was just gonna sit back and watch it do its thing for a while.
But watching it do its thing gets interrupted when it roars and whirls around to confront--oh, honestly, she doesn't know! What is she, an eagle?
But something has its attention, and that something is probably a someone and--oh, to hell with it. Spyro will find his fight against this particular nightmare assisted by the sudden arrival of a seven-foot four-armed 'foureyes' with at least forty actual eyes.
Because Mari, lacking a convenient means of providing cover fire, instead just leapt onto its back.
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Wandering Off
"I really wouldn't do that if I were you."
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