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TEST DRIVE MEME #7

WELCOME TO THE SHOW!↴

Or, more specifically, Lost Carnival's test drive meme! This is an opportunity to try out your characters in the setting before you apply, or to put together samples for characters you've never played before. There are going to be options for both new arrivals and veteran characters. Before we get started, let's lay down some details:

You can read the full premise here.
Reserves and Applications are both currently OPEN, but will be CLOSING ON MAY 31ST! There is an upcoming game event that is going to make new arrivals during that period impractical.
You can apply as a newcomer or as a "veteran" character who has been in the carnival for up to three years. In the case of veteran characters, you will need to come up with an explanation of why they haven't been around the carnival recently.
TDM threads can be used as game canon after the fact if both characters are accepted, the players agree to it, and it makes any sense contextually.
If you are interested in additional IC and OOC plot responsibilities, consider applying for a Supervisor position. Head Cook, Aquisitioner, and Wardrobe Manager are currently open. Otherwise, we're pretty much down for anything, roles wise.

NEW RECRUITS↴

You gotta start somewhere, right? These prompts are for characters who are arriving in the carnival for the first time, and who are destined to sign a contract. How they go about that is up to you, but in the meantime they can enjoy the sights and sounds of something truly out of this world. Visitors to the carnival comes from many different worlds today, as the ringmaster casts out her recruitment lures. Will you become her most recent hire?

► ADMISSION FEES: After crossing into the carnival's realm and passing through the trees, most visitors will find themselves at the front gate - though not all choose to enter that way. If they enter legitimately, however, they will have to pass by a clerk who will trade admission and tickets for various attractions and rides in exchange for "anything of value." What is of value may seem highly subjective, and so some may struggle to produce payment at first, though in actuality the carnival will take anything from mundane currency to items of purely sentimental value.

► MIRROR MAZE: The mirror maze (pictured above) is a big attraction in the carnival, and stretches much further on the inside than it looks like it will on the outside. It's hard to get through, and what's more, after you've been in there for a while your reflections will start gaining a mind of their own - mostly in order to taunt and distract you with personal information. They don't know everything you know, but they know more than they should, and their mind games can be pretty hit or miss.

► GAMER'S CIRCLE: Almost all of the game booths are organized in a large ring around the Cookhouse, called Gamer's Circle. Your can play just about any carnival game you can imagine here, for a variety of prizes sometimes traditional, exotic, or outright magical. Dart tossing? Got it. That game with the water guns? Got it. Most of these booths are currently manned by humanoid spirits who look like they are made of smoke. If they can trick you into earning debt, they will.

► NOT YOUR WHEELHOUSE: Sometimes, even magical ferris wheels get stuck. The carnival's particular wheel is enchanted to create a particular out of this world experience - as you pass along the top, you feel as if they are so close to the sky that you can interact with the stars like baubles hanging above your head. Of course, the novelty probably wears off when the wheel is broken and you've been stuck enjoying the light show with some stranger for the last half hour. How are you going to pass the time?

► TRYING TO LEAF: No matter where you came from, you seemingly emerged from a forest. Obviously, to get back home you should be able to go back in the same direction, right? It turns out you can't. Worse, trying too hard to get through the wood will result in you getting lost, or turned back to the carnival. The trees here are not normal, and are varying levels of alien, including things like trees with glowing fruit or orange flowers that constantly burn like candles.

► WILD CARD: Anything else you can imagine in this setting! There are a lot of possibilities and you're free to explore them. Check out the rest of the game info or the locations page for additional inspiration. Want to make a starter with your character experiencing their first theoretical change? Go for it!

VETERAN WORKERS↴

These prompts are tailored to the carnival's existing employees, the veterans. Odds are they've been here from somewhere between a few months and three years already, and know their way around the block. For them, this is just business as usual - and depending on their attitude towards their job, they may or may not contribute to a few people accidentally getting themselves a contract. Whatever you do, though, don't warn visitors away from the carnival - the ringmaster hates losing business like that.

► DO YOUR WORK: This one's pretty simple - just have your character doing whatever you'd like to have their job be! There is a big list of ideas over here, and you could use this to try things out with a character you intend to be a new arrival, as well.

► WILL O' WISPS: The ringmaster's will o' wisps have gotten free, and she's asked that everyone keep and eye out and help her reclaim them regardless of their official jobs. Wisps are small creatures that burn both hot and cold and comes in a few different variations of the same basic theme. Handling them physically (or psionically, or magically, for that matter) is difficult due to their near intangible nature. Touching and being around them can result in confusion and a sensation similar to being comfortably drunk.

► BREAK TIME: Whatever you were doing, it's break time! It's time for you to relax however you see fit. Do you enjoy some of the carnival attractions yourself, or is that old by now? Do you hang out in the Cookhouse to get a snack? Do you take a nap? Yolo, baby!

► RIDDLE GAME: For a bit of fun, the ringmaster has left a variety of locked chests around the worker areas of the carnival, each with instructions and a riddle written on their lids. The chest will accept three guesses from each worker before refusing to respond to them any further. If you guess the right answer, the chest will open and you will be rewarded with some manner of fun magical knick knack. If you've run out of guesses, maybe you can conspire with someone else and promise to split the prize?

► CAPTURE THE... EGG?: The Ringmaster likes to keep things exciting for her employees, and this time she's devices a game that mixes an Easter egg hunt with capture the flag. She's hidden various metallic "eggs" around the carnival that chime like bells when people get near, and divided participants into three teams (red, blue, yellow of course.) The carnival has been divided into three zones, and the objective is to gather as many eggs as possible for your team (three points for gold, two for silver, one for copper.) However, when you are in a zone that doesn't belong to your team, if they can snatch off your team flag they can take you to "jail" and confiscate any eggs you may be holding for their team. When in doubt, bullshit the rules! This is a prompt, after all.

► WILD CARD: Anything else you can imagine in this setting! There are a lot of possibilities and you're free to explore them. Check out the rest of the game info or the locations page for additional inspiration. Want to do a performance? Hang out in the Backyard? Choose whatever appeals!

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i. arrival

Why, it's graced a great wizard's neck, of course. It's not just any trinket. I assure you, I care how I look with it a great deal.

[If you happen to be nearby the admission gate, you might find an extravagantly clothed man trying to convince the clerk his necklace is something of value. The problem was, this "great wizard" didn't have the heart to care about much of anything. His appearance meant a great deal, but he didn't look upon the gem with any reluctance. And really, there wasn't much value to it at all.]

Excuse me! Don't you think I look wonderful in this jewelry?

[The clerk is growing very tired, here. Help him.]

ii. mirror maze

[To your great fortunate, or misfortune, you've gone into the maze around the same time Howl's braved it. He's been in it long enough to have gained nearly a dozen reflections, and all of them were... less than flattering. Meant to taunt the man, the mirrors gradually begin to show the quite beautiful man in various less than flattering forms.

By the time you've ran into him, you're more than likely to have encountered him with wrinkles of a man hundreds of years old, another with graying hair and yellow teeth, and perhaps one who's decided not to age himself, but look like he's walked out of a gothic store. Howl is in quite the hurry to get away from them all, slamming into you with a yelp.]

iii. ferris wheel

[Despite all odds, Howl has been a pleasant partner in your ferris wheel seat. He's looked on the stars in a near child-like wonder, raising his hand like if he reached high enough, one would fall. But all calm things must come to an end, because while he's spent all this time with his mouth shut, he can't bring himself to sit still.

In fact, he's sliding out from under the railing to stand in your wobbly little seat. It sure is escalating quickly.] I don't know about you, but I'd like to get down.

[The maze was fun at first, but Amelia's been wandering around long enough to be sick of it, especially when the reflections start taunting her. They call her a silly clumsy girl and strike the most ridiculous poses, a nasty parody mocking the theatrical gestures Amelia makes when she's passionate about something.

She's already on edge, and the sight of the grotesque old man appearing all of a sudden behind her own reflection almost makes her jump out of her skin. She can barely make sense of what she's seeing when someone runs into her from behind.

Instinct takes over and Amelia lets out a blood curling scream, turns around and throws a punch in Howl's direction. Oops.]

[a] -unacceptable. Unacceptable!

[That's a surprisingly deep, aristocratic voice to be coming from a bird. Admittedly, not just any bird. From beak to tailtip he's nearly ten feet long - three quarters of that is bronze-black tailfeathers though, he's not quite four feet tall - and he has the most elaborate plumage. Crest, nuchal cape, saddle feathers, an absolute rainbow of color and pattern, and the handbag (wingbag?) he's got certainly doesn't harmonize.]

I'll have to ration my makeup! Live with nothing but touch-ups! How do these creatures expect me to work when I can't even look my best???

[Is that last directed at you? I think it's directed at you.]

I hope you people at least have tea.

[b] [Time's passed and Tohri's joined as a makeup artist/costume designer, and probably two or three other jobs on top of that. You got a letter this morning. Fine tinted paper, elegantly hand-inked (wing-inked?) lettering, in extravagantly floral, civil writing it begged your indulgence and asked if you would come to X location to do the humble writer the very great favor of allowing him to practice his arts on such a worthy canvas as your face and body.

If you actually show up he's less polite.]

Hmm. I hope this is about my missive. You should have come to me sooner!

[It's possible that Tohri here is the most colorful entity present. He evaluates with a cocked head, yellow eyes gleaming.]

Well, there's a certain naive artistry to you, I must admit. It's admirable how you've made your drab and featherless form more masculine! Were I you I'd be more daring, I suppose. Why limit yourself? But your sensibilities come from the right place, and I commend you for it!

Yes, yes. You are beautiful.

a. (arrival)

[Whoever came up with this ticket exchange rate system really should've put more thought into it, Medic thinks. "Anything valuable" is really much too vague, because as far as he's concerned, everything he has on him is valuable, from his glasses to his nice expensive tie (don't be fooled by the tiny dark red splotches marring it — it'll clean up just fine), to the bottled specimen he's flourishing in front of the exasperated, slightly ill-looking clerk right now.]

—Heterochromia with a touch of cataract! Not astoundingly rare, but I just had to have it. It has a very exotic aura about it, doesn't it?

[He chuckles lightly, tilting his head at the bottle. Yep, that sure is an eyeball in there. The more Medic looks at it, the softer his expression gets, almost like he's running his eyes over a very old, well-loved photograph.]

Ah, on second thought... [He pockets the bottle, then starts digging around for something else in his coat pockets 'o terror.] Perhaps something a little less dear. Oh! [He brightens.] I have a few loose molars my friend gifted me, perhaps—?

[And on and on it goes with Medic pulling out one horrific thing after to present to the clerk before withdrawing it, unable to decide on what he wants to part with. Someone desperately needs to step in and play mediator.]

b. (trying to leaf)

[A gentle note to self: when lost in a labyrinthine and possibly even cursed forest, taking your anger out on the local flora and fauna is possibly one of the worst ideas you can come up with. Kicking one of the stouter trees carrying those weird looking glowy fruits was admittedly a childish move (something he'd expect from a brat like Scout), but in the midst of his frustration, what else could he have done? He was lost, aimlessly wandering through a forest that looked less and less like any of the ones he'd ever seen before. If there was anyone around who cared more about the well-being of the plants over his own then, well, let them stop him. He could use the company, even if it was likely to be short-lived and violent.

The moment his foot connects with the trunk of the one closest to him, the branches seem to...shiver. No, twitch? Whatever it is, it's a very strange motion, all jerky rustles and quivers, and there's no breeze in the air to trigger it. His anger momentarily quelled with a new interest, Medic takes a step back to watch the tree curiously—]

AH!

[—and then stumbles back to fall right on his ass when one of the fruits hanging above him is lobbed his way, hitting him square in the face with enough force to knock his glasses off.

Embarrassing doesn't even begin to cover it.]

c. (ferris wheel junk)

I wonder if we can take them home with us.

[It's an idle thought that comes to Medic at roughly the first hour mark. One heart-pounding, stomach-churning hour later and he (and whoever is with him) still hasn't been rescued from the ride. It's pretty— okay, it's really discouraging, what with the whole dying unpleasantly thing still being a very present concern, but he's not minding it too much. The view up here is fantastic and the stars are lovely. His comment comes from the one he's currently picking and poking at from his seat, leaning forward against the guard-rail with his chin propped on one hand while the other continues to prod at the twinkling ball of light hovering above him.

It even makes little noises, sort of akin to wind chimes. He titters a little giggle at that.]

Edited 2017-05-01 01:57 (UTC)

Perhaps you should offer them a hot cheese peet-zah.

[a cryptid appears from the shadows, slinking towards medic like a snake.]

Or a limousine.

[Amelia's blood curling scream incites one in Howl before her fist met his face. He reels back with a both hands over it, dramatically swaying as if it threw him off more balance than it actually had. His reflections, even the grotesque old man, begin laughing at the both of them.

That isn't his primary concern, though. He peeks through his fingers, still clutching his cheek.] It's going to leave a bruise!

[Howl blinks, turning to face and take in Tohri's form for a good minute. "Drab and featherless" seems to have caught him off guard, considering he's had feathers in the past, but he makes a quick recovery with a smile of amusement.]

And I commend your honesty, my friend! [He sweeps the arm towards his chest, not even using the sleeve of his jacket as he bows his head.] I think I'm dressing my best, all things considered, but I would appreciate any ideas!

Geh -

[Amelia grabs her head when she realizes her mistake. It's just an innocent man! Flashily dressed for sure, but probably innocent.]

Ahh, I'm sorry - [She takes a step toward Howl, holding her hands in front of her like she's unsure what to do, fingers curling and uncurling.] I'm so sorry! I thought you were some hideous villain trying to sneak up on me!

[Her own reflections burst into laughter, joining Howl's. See, you can't do anything right.]

[Tohri preens. Literally preens, I mean, he takes his beak through the black-and-green feathers at the base of his neck.]

I'm an artist. It's called on me to be honest, or what's the point?

Well, of course, everybirdie has his or her own sensibilities and I must acknowledge the bias of my species. [He's a golden pheasant. His health and attractiveness are tied to the state and vividness of his feathers.] That said: more. Always more! Everybirdie I know is so subdued!

[Steven is just sort of gawking at this huge bird man, his jaw hanging open a little as he takes it all in. He's seen giant birds before, but none quite like this, and none complaining loudly about a lack of available makeup. He didn't even think you could put makeup on feathers?

The last part about tea apparently jolts him out of his daze, however. He raises his hand, like a student ready to answer a math question.]

We have tea! [He just kind of blurts that out.] And... we have makeup, too! If that's what you need...

[ Strange can't help it: he just straight up laughs at poor Medic as he gets clonked on the head by the piece of fruit. He had been on his way to walk back to the carnival, after spending some time practicing his magic in the forest (there's a lot less people to deal with here!) and caught the tail end of Medic vs. Tree, winner being tree. And alright, someone getting knocked about with fruit isn't too funny...but it is still kind of funny in the first place. ]

Careful! [ he can't help but tease, as he gives the other man a manic grin. ] Some of the trees here have minds of their own.

[ And hey there buddy, welcome to learning that surprise, some people have weird changes as well. Strange, to his credit, still looks mostly human, but the claws, small fish scales on his neck, and literal mirrors for eyes definitely mean that the man comes up as 'something weird.' ]

[There's a lot to be said about seeing the world through a lens of blurry shapes and smears of color. Inconvenient would be a choice descriptor on a good day; nerve-racking would be the next tier up, and at the very top of the totem would be a place carved out for horrendously appalling and terrifying.

Medic thinks he's in that ballpark right about now. Sure, his nose hurts like hell, but it would be more manageable if he could at least see. Pain and disorientation are two things he can handle well enough separately, but together? The only thing that could make this worse is if the tree started shooting at him too.

—Or laughing. Laughing's worse.

Embarrassment burns Medic's cheeks and anger begins to bubble in his gut. It's a turf fight between the two to see which gets to take up more space on his face, and for a moment as he reaches out to grab around for the objects closest to him on the ground, one of them being his glasses, he genuinely looks like he's about to strike out at the voice's owner, the someone who decided to drop by at a most inconvenient time.

...Wait.

What if it IS the tree?

Holy shit.]

[Well, tree or no tree, that fruit is getting heaved back at whomever's speaking to him, which Medic does in a quick, almost casual one-handed motion. It's a little hard to aim when he's robbed of most of his sight, so he just settles for the presence that's closest to him — the one made entirely of blurry browns and blues with two twinkling orbs for eyes.

Scheiße, this tree is strange. Mentally, he reminds himself to take a sample of it to tinker around with for when he gets back home.]

Isn't that funny? So does my hand! [His overly cheerful but somehow genuine tone coupled with his thick German accent makes for a strange contrast, unpleasant and taunting but also kind of amused.]

[Tohri does a double take, his nuchal cape - that tiger-striped cape of feathers extending from the back of his head - twitching and flaring. Is this a child? He hasn't had anything to do with human children but they would logically be smaller and proportionally different than adult humans. Yeah okay. He raises his head up.]

So there's some civilization here, I suppose. What kind of tea and what kind of makeup, though? These are important questions.

[ not only is the tree strange but he's English. Two Europeans, just meeting in a magical forest, no biggie.

THUNK, that fruit hits Strange square in the shoulder. He chokes back a swear as his hand goes up to his shoulder. That hurt. He looks over at the Medic, giving him a glare. Strange is halfway tempted to throw the fruit back at him but he is a dignified magician and not a literal child so that impulse gets buried.

If anything else gets thrown at him, he's straight up going to respond and be a petty asshole via magic, though. He's not a child but that doesn't change the fact that he doesn't like this whole 'things getting thrown at him' thing. ]

Funny, I've a feeling you'd be more able to control your hand than either of us would be able to control the trees.

i. TRYING TO LEAF:
[Pearl could not imagine anything more frustrating. Well, that was wrong, she actually could imagine a few dozen frustrating things or people she could be stuck with in all of this. The point was this was currently more frustrating than she was wanting to deal with right now because she was pretty certain she had passed the same large, rainbow colored bush five times now. She wasn't usually so directionaly challenged--but here she was.

Pearl came to a stop once again, in front of the same bush, and practically howled in frustration.]

That does it!

[Pearl loses her cool and, summoning her spear, slashes the bush into tiny, rainbow colored bits. Her ire at the bush passes just as quickly and she slumps down beside a tree, resting her head against her knee.]

What am I supposed to do if I can't even find my way out of this forest!

ii. MIRROR MAZE:
[Pearl had long since lost sight of the creature she had chased after into this place. It was distracting because she could swear she saw movement out of the corner of her eye, but every time she looked all she ever saw was her reflection. At first she brushed it off as sensible -- she was moving through the maze after all.
It made sense that her reflection would move. However, now she could swear it was moving in ways that she wasn't currently. She was also fairly certain she was hearing laughter and whispers.

Her laughter and whispering voice. It unnerved her. She paused at a crossway in the maze, resting her hand on a reflective surface to her left.]

This just doesn't make sense. There is no way that a maze like this should be so big...

"Feeling turned around?"

[Pearl's head snapped up and she looked to her left. Her hand was no longer resting against a reflection of her own palm but pressed against her reflection's chest. Her reflection smirked and Pearl gasped, taking a step back.]

"Little lost Pearl. As always can't find her way in the big ole' world."

iii.WILDCARD
[Find Pearl wandering elsewhere in the carnival? She might look a little sick around the food area, where the scent of food mixes with the sweat and scent of animals. Or maybe you find her looking at a list of performances for a show. She's always appreciated a little entertainment.]

[Leave it to Medic to start taking making attempts to move up in the world even though he hasn't even been in this one for longer than— what, a half hour at the most? Attacking innocent trees wasn't enough; his is a lust for vengeance that can only be sated through bigger and talkier targets.

Or something. But see? He got his company after all. Sure, he had to take a luminescent gourd to the face to get it, but...!]

Do you really think so? I hope you wouldn't wager money on that, eheh.

[He squawks a laugh and starts cleaning his glasses against the side of his sleeve as he gets to his feet. All traces of ugly fury are gone and he's all contented smiles again, happy to finally have someone with a voice to talk to.

When he puts his glasses back on and squints the world back into focus, he's...taken aback, to say the least.]

...Oh. [—though it sounds less out of fear and more out of disappointment.] You're not a plant.

You could always cry.

[It's a helpful comment that comes from the side of one of the trees behind Pearl's, from a man who looks incredibly interested at the spectacle he's just accidentally witnessed. And not entirely over the beautiful crystalline spear she had conjured in a burst of white light — magic! his instincts scream in wonder, what else could it be but magic? — nor the way she'd disposed of that rather inoffensive looking bush.

It's her demeanor that draws him in, how lost she looks, and how that might be the first utterly human thing he's seen since arriving here. It's a weird feeling after the endless parade of nonsense he's been shown so far, like taking the first steps off an exciting, dizzying roller coaster and back onto solid ground.]

Normally, I'd advise against it. It's a useless gesture that never solves anything, but, in certain situations... [He gives Pearl a thoughtful little shrug, an oh well type of motion.] It might make you feel better.

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No, [ Strange responds as if it's the most obvious thing in the world and yet also like Medic's like of inquiry makes perfect sense. Again, he continues talking as if this is a totally normal line of conversation and mistaking someone for a tree is an honest mistake that anyone can make. ]

I'm a magician. Though I'd be more like a mirror if I had to be anything that wasn't a magician—certainly not a plant.

[ Not that he has anything against plants, of course. It's just that Strange knows he wouldn't be a good plant himself. ]

My name is Strange, current magician and mercenary for the carnival, [ said with a polite little nod. ] You...are someone I've honestly never seen before.

[Lashing out at an innocent bush isn't too productive in the best of times. At least it's a good way to let out some frustration... that is, unless something small and irritable might be taking a nap underneath, and seeking to return the frustration in kind.

Hopefully Pearl isn't too engrossed in her moping, or else she might miss the indignant squeaking noise as the array of scattered leaves raise up in the air. As though seeking revenge, a cloud of suddenly-razor-sharp foliage launches at the gem.]

A magician? [Oh no.] And a mercenary? [Stop.] Really?

[Well this changes everything. Medic had no idea he was in the company of a professional. In all his years of working abroad, he's never met a fellow merc lucky enough to be proficient in magic. It's sad to think back on how devoid his life was of such joy, practically colorless, until he met Soldier and his horribly put upon wizard roommate, so he'd like to consider any and all enthusiasm for the dark arts as being his way of making up for lost time. As you would.

He slides over a bit closer to Strange and leans forward, talking a mile a minute, hands behind his back like a child trying to balance some veneer of politeness with boundless eagerness.]

How novel! But, ah— I can see what you mean. [His finger stops a few inches short of one of Strange's eyes.] Is it real glass or organic? I imagine it functions similarly to those one-way mirrors police tend to use, but these... [His finger darts down to point at the scales marring his neck.] I confess, if there is a theme to be found here, I'm not quite certain what it is. Unless the point is to terrify your enemies, in which case— [He chuckles warmly, flashing teeth.] —A fantastic effort! Eminent in your field, I should hope.

—Oh! [His smile slips into a frown briefly and he mumbles something — "Manners!" — before drawing back and straightening up.] My apologies. My name is Medic, TF Industries. Tell me more about this company you work for, bitte.

[Just a couple of cool dudes talking shop in a faerie forest. A normal day.]

Edited 2017-05-02 02:04 (UTC)

[ So, fun fact: Strange is an arrogant shithead. So as Medic leans in, talking about his changes, he can't help but preen slightly, turning this way and that so his eyes twinkle in the light. ]

These are a leftover, I'm afraid. They're a remnant from when I was turned into a fish, [ Strange explains, again in that matter of fact tone, as he lightly taps one of his scales. Atlantis sure was a thing and people becoming mermen ALSO sure was a thing. It was weird.

But ah. His company. Strange really has no idea how to answer that question. Truth be told, he's only been a mercenary since he arrived at the carnival. While he did serve in the peninsula and did serve in the British army, that wasn't really in a militia role. No, he was much more against murder then. Now...now it's different. So, time to fudge a few details and leave out a few things about his past while answering the question. ]

As I said, I work for the Ringmaster of this carnival—the carnival which you've undoubtedly explored a bit as you've found your way to the forest.

[ But why would a carnival need mercenaries in the first place? ]

Oh. That sounds fun. [Like this is a pleasant tidbit he didn't need to know but learned anyway. This is a remarkable experience. If only Merasmus and the monsters he's summoned were this open with sharing their knowledge, their experience, the how and why behind their eldritch existence. Of course, some do object to being treated like experiments or, in Medic's eyes, potential dissection projects, so he supposes he can understand the hesitation.

It's not the case with this man, though. Naturally, a little flattery goes a long way, something to keep in mind as he navigates this minefield of a conversation.]

Hmm? Oh, that place. [Dismissive? Oh yeah.] It was a nice diversion, for what it was. Not so much wanton destruction and murder like the last one I went to, so that was nice I suppose.

[Yeah, play it cool. Honestly, going by what Strange is attesting, Medic's starting to get the feeling that the carnival is actually a front for some sort of shady PMC. It's not the first time that's happened before; just look at RED and BLU.]

Tell me more about it. [Because, oh, does he love keeping his employment options broad.]

[Pearl was probably the most likely to cry of the Crystal Gems, but she wasn't quite in that much despair yet. She looked up with a frown, wondering who could possibly have stumbled across her when she was fairly certain she'd been roaming in circles and should have run into someone else long before now.]

Crying would be pointless.

[She's in a huff, but talking to someone -- even a human -- is better than nothing. She takes a breath, pushing herself to her feet, brushing off her skirt with a sweep of her hands.]

I'm just frustrated with the state of these woods is all. Nothing makes sense! Even if it was a maze there is a logical way to solve it and yet everything I have tried continues to lead me back to this exact bush.

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