new zealand ♔ when lies turn into truth i sacrificed for you | you say that i'm frozen

[lissatrinall]

♬ where i can never be - gary numan

WHO || Lis'sa, Kenzi, Bo, Klaus, Rebekah, Mars[Closed]
WHAT || The Knights investigate a mysterious carnival that may be linked to some magical winter weather
WHERE || New Zealand
WHEN || August 11th [forwarddated]
HOW || Actionspam. Single thread, don't worry about maintaining tagging order.

Strange winds have blown in, bringing on an unusually chill winter in New Zealand. The ground crunches underfoot with snow, the days growing shoter and stars holding court in the darkness reigning above. An unnatural cold permeates the town, and the river's jubilant voice is frozen under the ice. Birds abandon their nests for warmer climes, their songs silenced by winter's grim embrace. But the frozen riverbank now hosts a shimmering respite from the gloomy cold in the form of garish tents, joyful shouts, and sumptuous smells. Vaale's Carnival has come to town.

Gaiety and laughter cut through the cold wind, and even the sky-shy sun peeks its face from around the gathering winter clouds. Children squeal with delight and gasp in awe at the sights, sounds, and smells of Vaale's Carnival. The Titan's Wheel creaks and groans as a burly lumberjack tests his might wit a hefty spin, a family rushes giggling into the sprawling ice maze to the north, and dozens of happy skaters flit about the rinks atop the frozen river. Carnival dolls are handed to wide-eyed townspeople as prizes and a menagerie of freakish creatures and glowing lights beckons the curious. Garish skirts and scanty veils call others to a different breed of voyeurism altogether. Treats and wonders abound for young and old to enjoy, and for a time, the harsh winter is forgotten in joyful revelry. There's nothing to indicate any sinister going on whatsoever, as the group surveys the happy smiles of the crowd.

* Please make a list of all items your character is carrying in an entry in their journal before tagging into this post! They are free to have requisitioned any equipment or weapons they desire beforehand.

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[lissatrinall]

[ lis'sa takes her wordlessly, glancing at it as if to see if it's of any interest before sliding it away into her pocket. she nods towards the beer tent, and they head that way.

the clank of glasses and roars of laughter swell from this bustling tent filled with sweaty lumberjacks. casks of ale are stacked nearly fifteen feet high behind the tent. the thirsty patrons here down pint after pint as they carouse, tussle, guffaw, and stagger about. ]

I'm not certain how good of an idea it is to imbibe anything of their making. If there's some sort of magic at work here-- [ she leaves that thought unfinished ]

[asuma]

I'm inclined to agree. [Which is why he handed the tickets off to y'all js.]

[easily]

Which is why you pawned the tickets onto us. [She knows you okay Klaus.]

[lissatrinall]

[ a very drunk lumberjack stumbles through the crowd, spitting out a slurred comment in lis'sa's direction: "'ey lookit that one! Must've escaped from the freak pen! Think she's got a forked tongue?" he splits his fingers into a V and makes a lewd gesture to his buddies who erupt into laughter. lis'sa turns to glare at him coolly, but says nothing, jaw tight. ]

[easily]

[Rebekah, fiery little feminist that she is, finds her face contorting in anger at the remarks and lacking better judgement makes her way over towards the lumberjack.]

Do you really think you can speak to a woman like that?

[lissatrinall]

[ the man chortles, looking down at her. "She ain't no woman," he says. "And what are you gonna do about it?" ]

[asuma]

[You're welcome. :/

But then Rebekah decides she wants to be emboldened by sisterhood or whatever it was that sparked her intervention, and Klaus finds himself rolling his eyes. Time for a little role reversal before this shit gets out of hand because he just nat 20'd his will save not to slaughter a bitch. He follows after his sister, if only to keep her from tearing the man's throat out and causing a spectacle.]

Come now, Rebekah. I think it's clear based on their insulting appearance alone that these men have yet to encounter, and therefore would have no idea how to properly speak to a woman. [For he is Klaus, king of hybrids and indirectly throwing shade.

He snatches the free beer ticket from his sister's hand and shoves it at the man's chest (strength: 23), in an effort to get Grizzly Adams to back the fuck off before he is forced to roll another will save.]

There we are. Why not have another drink. My treat.

[lissatrinall]

[ the man looks back at his friends as klaus pushes him backwards slightly with the ticket, and then with a sideways sickened grin, brings his fist around, swinging wildly at klaus' head. (his attack is an amazing 13 :D so it misses... by a mile) ]

[easily]

[And then the man takes a swing at her brother and if there was any chance of Rebekah not letting this escalate quickly it's gone now. So much for keeping a low profile. She makes a move to grab him by the throat (grapple: 24) where he makes a swing at her but misses. Her grip tightens into a choke hold (melee: 27) and rather quickly he passes out (damage: 12). That being done with she tosses his unconscious body aside now, wiping her hands on her clothes as if it to try to get his gross sweat off of her.]

Some men can be so disgusting.

[asuma]

Well, I suppose that settles that.

[Like it ain't no thang, even if Klaus' smug little smile seems to say "proud of u, gurl."]

Let's move on to the next event then, shall we?

[lissatrinall]

[ yeah, the guy's buddies back away quickly, turning their attention to their beers so as not to be identified with this mess. lis'sa tries and fails to suppress a little smile as rebekah turns back to them, and she even looks openly grateful. ]

Perhaps for the best. [ just beyond the pavilion where jacks swill ale like gasping fish sits a pair of nondescript tents. the closest one emanates the soft rhythmic music of shakes, clay drums, and tingling bells. in front, a cross-armed orc stands at the tent's entrance with a look of fierce determination. ]

[easily]

[Rebekah is still beaming rather proudly -- taking care of that scumbag has put her in an excellent mood.]

Should we see if he'll let us in? [She means the orc -- it could be something important.]

[asuma]

There's only one way to find out. Though something tells me he might be more swayed by the two of you than he would if I were to have a go at it. [Because, let's face it, they were both lookers ok. And most men were inclined to do favors for pretty girls than they were for one another.]

[lissatrinall]

[ lis'sa doesn't look too pleased at the idea of exercising feminine wiles on that guy, but she sucks it up and heads forward, along with rebekah. as they approach, the orc guard nods at them and demands 20 dollars from each of them.

lis'sa frowns. ] How do we know what's inside is worth the price?

[ "This here's Bloodeye's peepshow, see. You want in, ya gotta pay full price! Ain't none finer in all the country, that I promise," he leers. ]

[easily]

[Rebekah steps in because while Lis'sa might not want to ue her feminine wiles she has no problem doing so. Men are going to objectify them either way, might as well get something out of it

Which is why she looks up at him and gives a very convincing look of disappointment as she tries to convince him to just let them in. [charisma: 18] ]

We don't have very much money, are you sure you can't just make an exception for us? I'd really, really appreciate it.

[asuma]

[Klaus is just waiting in the fucking wings so he can swoop in whenever these girls decide to make the magic happen.]

[lissatrinall]

[ the orc looks over her with an open leer, considering it. finally he pulls back the curtain and gestures for them to go in.

"Don't go tellin' anybody," he growls. ]

[easily]

[Rebekah smirks proudly and strolls in. You're welcome, guys.]

[lissatrinall]

[ inside the tent, a crowd of slack-jawed jeering men hovers before an apple-box stage throwing money at four pleasantly curvaceous exotic dancers. the dancers perform their sensuous gyrations to the erotic rhythms of a pair of olive-skinned musicians.

posted at the foot of the stage, four ugly orcs slap away the hands of the eager crowd as they bellow, "No touchin'!"

lis'sa surveys the scene with pursed lips, staring at the dancers for a long moment before casting a judgmental stare at the patrons. please make listen checks! ]

[asuma]

[Klaus only rolled a 12 so he's likely oblivious as to anything beyond the wolf whistles and cat calls as he tries to ride on their coattails and stroll in after they've been granted entrance into this shady-ass establishment.]

[lissatrinall]

[ the guard stops him.

"Whoa, whoa. I didn't say you could come in." ]

[asuma]

[This bitch.]

I'm with them.

[lissatrinall]

[ "You pay." he glowers down at klaus, obviously unmoved by his amazing argument. ]

[asuma]

[Klaus' 18 will save is all that stops him from attempting to shove his hand into the guard's chest so that he can rip his heart out. But he fishes a twenty from his wallet and holds it out for him ... only to "accidentally" drop it if/when the guard goes to reach for it.]

How clumsy of me.

[lissatrinall]

[ the guard just stares down at it, challengingly.

"Pick it up." ]