Stalker suggests a swim might solve Wildred's hilarity, while Balliol ops to give the spell a few minutes. Wildred laughing and rolling around on the ground, pleads with you all in the best way he can, not to do anything rash. Halei, deciding to take charge, steps on over to Wildred, still rolling and laughing, legs flailing as his arms grasp his belly. She leans over him, swings her arm back, and with a confident motion, takes off his glasses and strikes the poor wizard across his cheek. You all catch just a flicker of a grimace across his face. A brief moment of shock halts you all before Wildred returns to his status quo and continues to laugh and laugh and laugh some more...
A minute or so passes...
The Wizards, kaleidoscope of commotion begins to subside.
Wildred, your uncontrollable laughter has run its course and come to its inevitable end. You are no longer incapacitated. You find yourself lying on the ground. You are looking up at your three friends (?), companions, as they stand and look at you. All three of them with expressions of bewilderment. Halei is in front of you, standing at your feet, offering you your glasses with apology. Balliol to your left and Stalker to your right.
ooc: I am not sure if Wildred has a retort. But you have been at the carnival now for about two hours, and only Stalker has eaten. The rest of you are feeling somewhat peckish.
Wildred stands, straightens himself up, and comments on his suspicion of the mannequin's involvement in his recent hilarity. A passer-by gives him a friendly pat on the shoulder.
"Get caught by Tasha's Hideous Laughter, my friend? Bit of fun, that one!" Looking back, he gives you a wink and a smile before dissolving back into the current of carnival-goers as it flows around the four of you.
The magic of the carnival seems to shimmer in the air. A group of children run underfoot, each bedecked in colourful face paint and matching costumes. Everywhere you look, smiles abound as the joy of the carnival swells.
It is about an hour before the Big Top Extravaganza, after which you have scheduled to meet with Burly the Bugbear at the back of the Big Top. Tea is available at the Bubble-Pop Teapot, opposite three tents and a wagon. Two of which look like they have food offerings, and there is, of course, the Feasting Orchard on the far side of the carnival, where I am sure Stalker will vouch for the mead. There are plenty of rides and attractions still to see and a hidden doorway to the fey wild somewhere to be found.
Stalker suggests, "We have an hour until the show. Let's grab a quick bite and head to the employees area as we previously planned. Hopefully we can fit both in before the big show. Sound good?"
Balliol watched as Wildred got to his feet and reclaimed his spectacles. Laughing as a curse. That was a new one. He'd always found laughter to be a positive thing.
Speaking of positive things . . . food. He was feeling a bit hungry. He heard the others speaking of food also. "I'm not sure tea is what I'm looking for at the moment. Perhaps the feasting orchard will have a good carrot juice? I haven't had a truly good glass since the tavern. And it is a ways away - more time to walk around. And heed Stalker's warning - pickpockets could be a real issue." He patted his pocket and pulled out a carrot. "If someone stole one of these I just might have to hunt them down." Starting to move a bit he added, "and keep your ears open. There is a chance that someone will say something interesting. Or maybe just mention the misters."
'If you can grab a fast bite at the teapot zone, I'd like to investigate the employee area before the main show - we've had some clues that looking there would be a good idea and we were previously heading to that location."
Balliol will join them at the teapot. He is still hoping for a good carrot juice - or maybe even a carrot cider, but he has survived amongst heathens before and he can do it again. He might have sighed just a bit as he headed off contemplating tea.
But as he did so he kept his eyes and ears open for any sign of a gate, oddness (well, odd even for the fair) or the Misters. His rabbit ears almost spun as he listened to the crowd around him.
Stalker rumbles, "I think we're getting close to something. Let's sick together - we may need each other's unique skills."
Stalker orders a cider or mead or whatever is on offer. When everyone has had a bite, he proposes, "Let's get straight over to the employee zone. There may be some chaos there if we are arriving just before the 'big show' which we might be able to use to our advantage. We can stick to the old plan, too - make a distraction while Halei does some quick investigating."
The four of you enter the grounds of the Bubble-Pot Teapot attraction, where before you, a twenty-foot-tall teapot sits on a wooden platform, its painted surface whirling with moving imagery of flying dragons breathing streams of bubbles is already familiar to Halei and Stalker. The door at the teapot's base allows entry to its interior; those who enter emerge from the spout enclosed in a bubble that detaches to float off across the carnival.
Several small tables are scattered around the large teapot. Most are unoccupied while a few seat small groups of fair-goers, sipping tea from mismatched porcelain cups. As you approach, a friendly goblin wearing bright yellow butterfly wings and carrying a string of teaspoons on his belt gestures to a sign that reads: The word that you intend to say, Try saying it a different way.
He recognises Halei and Stalker from their earlier ride and smiles a beaming grim at you both. "Come back for another Slide, A ride way up high, with your friends in the Sky." He banters his typical rhyming, doublespeak.
You tell him you are not here for the ride and would like to sample his teas. "Drinks around it shall be. Take a seat by the tree." He points you to a small round wooden table in the middle of some others, curiously nowhere near a tree. "Let me see, if I can find thee, a suitable tea."
You make your way over to the offered table, where the four of you take a seat.
For Balliol's ears only...
There are folk all around sipping and chatting. You use your acute hearing to listen in on a few of the surrounding conversations. It is three, obvious employees of the carnival, sitting and gossiping on a nearby table, that makes you take notice.
"Sure, the Misters know about the hags, I've heard tell, they have seized Prismeer."
"Where did you hear that?"
"I asked Thaco about the little girl in the pig mask, you know, the one with the lollipop. I saw her luring some young'uns into the Hall of Illusions. He said the Misters are indebted to three hag sisters who have imprisoned Zybilna there. I was told to ignore the girl, along with the other two skulkers.
The cheery goblin fumbles over with a stacked tray. Almost dropping it on the table between you. It is stacked with four porcelain teacups two teapots containing piping hot water. And three little bowls, each containing a different blend of dried tea leaves. He points to each bowl and gives you an obscure description of the different teas. Pointing to the first bowl, "Warm's the cockles and loosens the heart." and then to the second. "This one," he giggles", will make you smart. Wise and bright, you will think you will be", he winks and taps on the rim of the third bowl, "Perhaps, you should just drink a nice pleasant tea." And with that, he grabs a handful (4) teaspoons from his belt and chucks them onto your table, where they coincidently rest, one each in front of you.
"Hello again! I'll take the third tea, do you have any food here? We're hungry as can be," Halei sits with her feet underneath her and rubs her hands together in anticipation. Few things make her happier than a good cup of tea.
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"Maybe you can knock some sense into him!"
Stalker says, "Don't want to hurt him. Give him a light slap, Halei - see if anything happens."
Despite her seeming eagerness, she nervously makes her way over, takes off his glasses, and gives a good slap across his face. "Sorry!"
Stalker suggests a swim might solve Wildred's hilarity, while Balliol ops to give the spell a few minutes. Wildred laughing and rolling around on the ground, pleads with you all in the best way he can, not to do anything rash. Halei, deciding to take charge, steps on over to Wildred, still rolling and laughing, legs flailing as his arms grasp his belly. She leans over him, swings her arm back, and with a confident motion, takes off his glasses and strikes the poor wizard across his cheek. You all catch just a flicker of a grimace across his face. A brief moment of shock halts you all before Wildred returns to his status quo and continues to laugh and laugh and laugh some more...
A minute or so passes...
The Wizards, kaleidoscope of commotion begins to subside.
Wildred, your uncontrollable laughter has run its course and come to its inevitable end. You are no longer incapacitated. You find yourself lying on the ground. You are looking up at your three friends (?), companions, as they stand and look at you. All three of them with expressions of bewilderment. Halei is in front of you, standing at your feet, offering you your glasses with apology. Balliol to your left and Stalker to your right.
ooc: I am not sure if Wildred has a retort. But you have been at the carnival now for about two hours, and only Stalker has eaten. The rest of you are feeling somewhat peckish.
"Glad you're back," Stalker says to Wildred. "Do you know what happened there?"
"Do you all need to eat first or should we continue to the employee area?"
"I am rather worn out after all of this,I think some food would be in order"
Wildred looks at his companions
"I don't know what that was but I am sure it had something to do with that manequin,who else is up for some food".
"I'm glad you're better friend. Sorry I slapped you!"
Now that they have a moment to themselves Halei suddenly realizes that her stomach had been rumbling for some time now.
"I am, I wonder if they have soup? And maybe some tea I would love some tea.."
Sounds like a plan. We head to the food area. I keep my eyes open. "Watch for pick pockets," I remind my friends.
Hour 3
Wildred stands, straightens himself up, and comments on his suspicion of the mannequin's involvement in his recent hilarity. A passer-by gives him a friendly pat on the shoulder.
"Get caught by Tasha's Hideous Laughter, my friend? Bit of fun, that one!" Looking back, he gives you a wink and a smile before dissolving back into the current of carnival-goers as it flows around the four of you.
The magic of the carnival seems to shimmer in the air. A group of children run underfoot, each bedecked in colourful face paint and matching costumes. Everywhere you look, smiles abound as the joy of the carnival swells.
It is about an hour before the Big Top Extravaganza, after which you have scheduled to meet with Burly the Bugbear at the back of the Big Top. Tea is available at the Bubble-Pop Teapot, opposite three tents and a wagon. Two of which look like they have food offerings, and there is, of course, the Feasting Orchard on the far side of the carnival, where I am sure Stalker will vouch for the mead. There are plenty of rides and attractions still to see and a hidden doorway to the fey wild somewhere to be found.
What takes your fancy? Where will you go?
Stalker suggests, "We have an hour until the show. Let's grab a quick bite and head to the employees area as we previously planned. Hopefully we can fit both in before the big show. Sound good?"
Balliol watched as Wildred got to his feet and reclaimed his spectacles. Laughing as a curse. That was a new one. He'd always found laughter to be a positive thing.
Speaking of positive things . . . food. He was feeling a bit hungry. He heard the others speaking of food also. "I'm not sure tea is what I'm looking for at the moment. Perhaps the feasting orchard will have a good carrot juice? I haven't had a truly good glass since the tavern. And it is a ways away - more time to walk around. And heed Stalker's warning - pickpockets could be a real issue." He patted his pocket and pulled out a carrot. "If someone stole one of these I just might have to hunt them down." Starting to move a bit he added, "and keep your ears open. There is a chance that someone will say something interesting. Or maybe just mention the misters."
"Where do you all want to go?"
'If you can grab a fast bite at the teapot zone, I'd like to investigate the employee area before the main show - we've had some clues that looking there would be a good idea and we were previously heading to that location."
"Sounds good to me! Does anyone want to come with me?" Halei calls over her shoulder as she already begins to head that way.
Balliol will join them at the teapot. He is still hoping for a good carrot juice - or maybe even a carrot cider, but he has survived amongst heathens before and he can do it again. He might have sighed just a bit as he headed off contemplating tea.
But as he did so he kept his eyes and ears open for any sign of a gate, oddness (well, odd even for the fair) or the Misters. His rabbit ears almost spun as he listened to the crowd around him.
Stalker rumbles, "I think we're getting close to something. Let's sick together - we may need each other's unique skills."
Stalker orders a cider or mead or whatever is on offer. When everyone has had a bite, he proposes, "Let's get straight over to the employee zone. There may be some chaos there if we are arriving just before the 'big show' which we might be able to use to our advantage. We can stick to the old plan, too - make a distraction while Halei does some quick investigating."
Wildred follows along.
The four of you enter the grounds of the Bubble-Pot Teapot attraction, where before you, a twenty-foot-tall teapot sits on a wooden platform, its painted surface whirling with moving imagery of flying dragons breathing streams of bubbles is already familiar to Halei and Stalker. The door at the teapot's base allows entry to its interior; those who enter emerge from the spout enclosed in a bubble that detaches to float off across the carnival.
Several small tables are scattered around the large teapot. Most are unoccupied while a few seat small groups of fair-goers, sipping tea from mismatched porcelain cups. As you approach, a friendly goblin wearing bright yellow butterfly wings and carrying a string of teaspoons on his belt gestures to a sign that reads: The word that you intend to say, Try saying it a different way.
He recognises Halei and Stalker from their earlier ride and smiles a beaming grim at you both. "Come back for another Slide, A ride way up high, with your friends in the Sky." He banters his typical rhyming, doublespeak.
You tell him you are not here for the ride and would like to sample his teas. "Drinks around it shall be. Take a seat by the tree." He points you to a small round wooden table in the middle of some others, curiously nowhere near a tree. "Let me see, if I can find thee, a suitable tea."
You make your way over to the offered table, where the four of you take a seat.
For Balliol's ears only...
There are folk all around sipping and chatting. You use your acute hearing to listen in on a few of the surrounding conversations. It is three, obvious employees of the carnival, sitting and gossiping on a nearby table, that makes you take notice.
"Sure, the Misters know about the hags, I've heard tell, they have seized Prismeer."
"Where did you hear that?"
"I asked Thaco about the little girl in the pig mask, you know, the one with the lollipop. I saw her luring some young'uns into the Hall of Illusions. He said the Misters are indebted to three hag sisters who have imprisoned Zybilna there. I was told to ignore the girl, along with the other two skulkers.
The cheery goblin fumbles over with a stacked tray. Almost dropping it on the table between you. It is stacked with four porcelain teacups two teapots containing piping hot water. And three little bowls, each containing a different blend of dried tea leaves. He points to each bowl and gives you an obscure description of the different teas. Pointing to the first bowl, "Warm's the cockles and loosens the heart." and then to the second. "This one," he giggles", will make you smart. Wise and bright, you will think you will be", he winks and taps on the rim of the third bowl, "Perhaps, you should just drink a nice pleasant tea." And with that, he grabs a handful (4) teaspoons from his belt and chucks them onto your table, where they coincidently rest, one each in front of you.
Stalker says, "I'm afraid the tea is not for me. Bring me mead, cider or ale, and happier I will be."
"Hello again! I'll take the third tea, do you have any food here? We're hungry as can be," Halei sits with her feet underneath her and rubs her hands together in anticipation. Few things make her happier than a good cup of tea.