Event start!

[plungeintofire]

Let the Cirque du Vrai begin!

OOC: The event starts today. It affects Attleton. Players can make their own posts and have fun with it or they can reply to this post with top levels and have fun that way! Up to you! There will be a separate log posted for the Showstopper on the 29th. If you have any questions or would like to sign up for the Showstopper, please check out the event details and remember that sign-ups for the Showstopper close tonight at 11:59pm PST.

Please note that if your character tries to enter the circus without a mask and costume (cannot be something your character already owned because it's not a disguise if it's theirs), they'll be prevented from getting in one way or the other. Don't try to get around it and don't try to be like WELL NO ONE CAN STOP MY CHARACTER!! If your character goes right past them they'll find themselves in the field the next day the second they go past the gates, capiche?? No cheating it's not fun for anyone.



As the sun sets in Attleton, a strange haze seems to glow over the barrier for a few moments before in the distance, a sequence of lights flickers on. The entrance sign first, then tents and merry-go-rounds and booths and all manner of dizzying fun illuminate just as darkness falls. It doesn't take more than a few seconds for the sounds of cheers and fun to fill the Attleton air. It almost seems like it's calling to you, inviting you in. As you approach, a man on stilts greets you. He explains that the flyers that have been floating around town with the wind and on the walls were all for this, the Cirque du Vrai! Become someone else to become yourself, step right up! You don't need to buy a ticket, you just need to buy a costume.

"There's a costume shop right next to the entrance for those who aren't prepared, and a master mask maker who will create any mask you desire, or leave it up to him once he decides what he thinks suits you. If you brought your own, that's fine too! The Cirque is here for days, there's time to spare! Don't let reservations drive you to despair! You'll miss out on fun if you let your life run all over the mystery we've so prestigiously spun. Test your skills, test your wills, find your chills, thrills, and pills. Here it is, the moment you've been waiting for is just beyond the gate! Accept who you are and you'll need none to commiserate!"

The man laughs, leaving before you can ask what that means to invite another in, and the game begins. Welcome to the Cirque du Vrai. Enjoy.

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[youfool]

Recollection ~ Terrible souvenir
Thanks to an operation of, perhaps, the most powerful psychic in the world, there was yet one mind Satori could not read. A bit of silence, or static along her cerebral radio. If that's not enough of a hint, there's the tawdry dress and peal of many smalls bells all along his costume. And if that's not enough, there's the usual garrulity.

"Oh, dear! You look like a demon tarrying the world. Out to stick a few sinners with your barbs, eh? Well, before I send you back to hell where you belong, how about a dance?"

Was he playing along with the disguise, or was his usual obliviousness making her identity oversubtle? Little of column A...

V. (Open) Instinct ~ Release of the Id
The carnival excited every sense desire and then some. The Buddha would've hated it. Ted tried to keep from turning puritan, but even he was starting to feel the vulgarity from so much license. It was hard to enjoy a carnival that seemed at once so opulent yet so cheap.

The loudness and noise battering every sense he had made the whispers of a certain youkai shocking in its contrary subtlety. He jumped a mile, which, given the enhancements of his life-fiber suit, was not as hyperbolic as usual.

S'fine! Sorry for the wait, too!

[satori_komeiji]

Recollection ~ Terrible souvenir:

From the youkai dressed like an oni, a small laugh. Perhaps one that was just as cruel as her costume seemed to depict. She stared at the troublesome and very garish figure with some kind of interest at least. Her clothes smelled faintly of dried blood and soot.

"The sins of this world are heavy. And so are yours, if you hide your innermost self from me. You're already infuriating me. So many people walk about with their faces covered and minds open. Don't you think it'd be better to at least unmask your thoughts? You don't have something to hide from me, do you?"

She moved in, perhaps a little too similarily to her sister's getting into people's faces, before recoiling somewhat. She couldn't quite recognize the jesterly person as Ted, not even from a closer look. His mannerisms, in her mind, had changed consideriably from what she'd been used to. With her mind lighter and more focused on the immediate, the here and now, there wasn't much thought of the past. He might as well be a stranger, this time. However, the shielding around his mind was familiar enough to let the youkai part of her register him as a nuisance and a threat. She offered an unpleasant look, if looks could kill. She even actually snarled a little - as if some bestial bit of her with its hunger sated was trying to show its dominance.

She reaches out a hand after a moment, despite herself, with none of her typically demure nature. She was almost forceful and confident the more she wore this getup, and this carnival's atmosphere allowed her to really play the part.

"But you, so light on your feet and full of life...? Perhaps I'll indulge you. Come on already, you troublesome harlequin. Hiding your face or not, lets enjoy our fun while it lasts."

[youfool]

Once he heard her voice, Ted knew precisely who he was dealing with, though her mood and manner of speech might have revealed just as quickly.

"Ahaha, if it isn't the fairy godmother-in-law! I'd say it was nice to see you out of hell, were this not more of the same. Out of the frying pan, into the fire, eh? Ah well, perhaps next time."

He tittered throughout her talk. Possibly, it was because he found her funny. He never could take angry women very seriously. Then again, it might be the snickering of a simpleton. This whole carnival had a very comic mood, didn't it? Nothing need be very witty. Everything was gay. He accepted her hand.

"'Tis a masquerade, dear. Masks, I'm afraid, are rather the point. Though you needn't have worn such an ugly one. Besides, aren't you being a titch cynical? Who knows; perhaps what lays in my mind is too good to share! Have you lived so long and never been pleasantly surprised? Ah, but then again, there's a third possibility. Are you very certain I've a mind at all? Can you speak positively for the existence of an intellect? You may have stumbled upon an empty-headed fool. Don't I dress the part?"

He'd didn't give her much time to ponder that as he went to swing her into step. He meant a mad dance, with hardly any poise or grace, but lots of frantic energy. It was an open question whether he wanted to dance or simply make her dizzy. With chaotic dips and whirlwind spins, it lent itself very well to comedy, especially given their differences in height and the clamor of bells. And yet, for all his idiotic verve, he was still talking without missing a beat.

"Haha, but isn't it the pot calling the kettle black to speak of hiding things beneath the surface? Really, grandmother, you say such cruel things without losing your temper. Women are uncommonly good at that. They can give you such looks that I swear exist only in the absence of daggers. Who else but they can wield such malice and yet uphold such manners? You speak of being infuriated, and yet you won't raise your voice a single octave! Ah, but you did growl at me like a dog. Hahaha! God forbid you lose empty pleasantries!"

[satori_komeiji]

Oh merciful gods, no. If it wasn't bad enough, the talk of 'fairy godmothers' and 'grandmothers' made her eye twitch under her mask from the outset. Even her third eye seemed twitchy and unpleasant. But she didn't let go. She'd made enough of a comittment to continue this charade to its conclusion, despite the Harlequin's annoying bantering batting away her barbs so quickly. "In my world, fairies hardly are smart enough to be godparents. They're more like children, themselves." She was exasperated, yes, but not entirely tired of this human. He was annoying, yes. Painful to listen to, ignorant and self-centered. This only made him a mirror to her.

"Perhaps, you preciously precocious fool, I'll grant a sour wish and humour you again one of these days. But just because I'm bitter doesn't mean it isn't healthy." For some reason, her tone shifted and grew just a little lighter than usual. She may have even chuckled along with him, now. "I'm certain that intelligence is everywhere and existence of the intellect can't really be doubted. Those who have it don't really use it."

Being inhuman, such a strange dance was something even her less physical Satori body would be able to handle, though it'd be easier if she could simply read his steps from his thoughts or memories. Only a small amount of adjustment betrayed her near-inability to keep up with him. Her conversation, however, was still on par and catching up to him!

"You shouldn't speak so ill of women, trickster. We can be quite clever in wielding words like knives, human or otherwise. And without one, the spark of the divine wouldn't have entered such a contrarian clown~." She decided to tease back, with a slight hint of rivalry, but quickly snapped back once more with... "...But I don't think you should make pleasantries about a woman's age. Unless you've interest in women centuries your senior. Is there something you aren't telling me?"

[youfool]

"Ahaha, so fairies are young and silly? Well, you are a diminutive thing with nary a wrinkle to your name, and want for wisdom. I'd say you are very fairy of very fairy!"

The dance changes pace erratically; not it was an incredibly gentle waltz, slow and dignified.

"Bitter, sour. One day I'd like to find the sweet and savory Satori; that'd be something, eh? So you believe in mind amidst even crudest matter? Intelligent Design! Why, you're on your way to believing in God. Wonderful! Ah, but even the demons do that. That doesn't do one much credit. Loving Him's the thing. But you've got to love the truth first, something which gives you no little trouble. And changing the mind of one so aged and calcified is a feat in and of itself. But I've raised a fair few pokemon; domesticated a few beasts. I'll see if I can't learn an old bitch new tricks."

Clearly he meant that purely denotatively. Ted's not much for swearing.

"Haha, goodness, Satori. If I told you all the things I haven't told you, it'd be an open question which of us would die first. Speaking of old age, are you sure you're the senior? After all, weren't youkai born from the stupid, savage superstitions of men? You're our dependents; our derivative. Created from heathen fancy; made from mendacious myth. As I hold to the one true myth, I'm afraid I've rather outgrown all that. Not to flatter myself, mind; you're far too good at that already. Me, of all people, divine and precocious!"

He drew in a little closer; made the dance a little more intimate.

"So you see, no matter how many years you accrue, I'll always be your elder. But pray let me keep the terms of endearment anyway. They're so lovely."