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STARDROP CELEBRATION: FINAL DAY

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A. Arrivals and Much More

You’re here because you were dropped somewhere that tried sending you home, or you're someone with a call to the heart to explore the vast universe. The buses run at odd schedules, so please pardon any interruptions! I hope you fellas make yourselves at home, here!

[ Marjorie’s whole speech rings through your ears as you begin to explore the area. It seems a few people who arrived on the TDM have already been here for a week, but you’re just a newcomer. So where are you when this all went down? Are you trying to get back on a bus that’ll take you home, or…?

B. Home Sweet Home

[ The dust has settled on the bus ride here, and you can’t help but notice that your farmland… well, it’s a mess. Rocks and grass everywhere, no matter which layout you were set with. You were given a set of tools, and the message that this land is yours to shape or change or build on no matter what you want, so long as it’s yours. The little crate by the edge of the house is what will hold your bounties from farming, collected nightly with money delivered to your mailbox the following day, like some kind of Produce Fairy visited.

The house is in alright shape. It’s not brilliant, but it has a kitchen, a bathroom, and a studio bedroom where all your belongings can be. It’s wide enough to accommodate several things until you upgrade it.

Sometimes you see a stray dog or cat at the edge of your property. Do you adopt it?

Anyway, it’s time to make what you will of your farm. ]

The Last Day Of
The Stardrop Celebration!
FESTIVAL PLAYLIST

[ Down a hill a little ways from Pelican Town is a remarkable festival set-up! Several attractions and vendors line the streets where everything is going down. Where will you go? ]

C. Food Stalls

[ Surrounding the entire property are dozens of food stalls, from all around the universe. Marjorie bussed in caterers from all around with a healthy sum of gold, and they’re happy to sell their wares in this strange place tonight. Where you might find octopus balls, you’ll also find kraken balls. Where you might find corndogs, you’ll find dogs selling corn.

It’s a veritable buffet! And the gold you’ve started with is more than enough to go shopping for food. Have fun! ]

D. Games

[ All manners of Carnival Games are set up! From throwing a baseball at bottles to catching goldfish with a paper net, everything you can dream of is here. There are even some unorthodox games, like dance-offs, karaoke, and a little bit of everything. Apparently, the NPC couldn’t choose who to go with what. It definitely makes for a big festival.

In addition to the above, there’s water gun races, squeaky duck ponds, skee-ball, target shooting, test your strength with a hammer, pitching speed, shooting hoops… and more! ]

E. Three-legged Race

[ You didn’t think this festival was going to go by without tomfoolery, did you? For the prize of 1,000 Gold, you can rally up a partner and get tied to them by the ankle, participating in a no-rules no-bars-held race. The winners will be randomized! But the real gift is going to be the fact that the ties around your ankles? Aren’t coming undone. You’re going to have to be tied together until 11 PM! ]

F. Fireworks

[ Errant magic and mishaps aside, you have to admit, the fireworks show at the end of it all is really something. Marjorie hired a pony for them, and the lights are as ethereal as they are non-traditional. It’s a good moment to snuggle up to someone or enjoy company with a new friend. ]

G. Wildcard

[ Exactly what it says! Make your own prompt. ]

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[He had no plans to go to the celebration and that was the end of it for him. It wasn't a question, though if he wanted to make it anywhere in this world, part of him said, not without reason, that he needed to be a part of this world. He also needed time to get past what was killing another part of him, something he knew he never would truly be past.]

[He had gone too far, let down too many walls in Riverview, and in doing so he had become too attached, both to his own son and to his ward. If he could have done it any differently, he couldn't say for sure that he would. They had needed him, in their own way, and he needed them in turn. There was no sense in denying it any more than there was sense in denying the tears running down his cheeks anew at the thought.]

[In the distance, another burst of color lit the area faintly and as it disappeared, he almost missed it. A shadow that hadn't been there before, footsteps trailing it. Someone was approaching. Probably one of the townsfolk. Numb to the core, he almost didn't look over, but he did. What he saw looked almost like a child in size, nearing young adulthood, but there was a resemblance, one that took his breath away as the figure approached and stopped suddenly.]

[Was it...?]

My... lord?

[His heart beats hard in his chest and it makes the socket his eye had been in ache dully at the sudden stimuli. And the frustration that builds up in his chest when he'd spent the day reminding himself how to close off his feelings again. He'd had years of practice, he could do it again...

But there's no opportunity. And deep inside, Ciel is glad for it.]

Undertaker... [He breathes out the name and while he knows that he might not remember the same things, the teen can't help but think of him that way.

And chucks the cupcake at him. His eye aches though and throws off his aim, missing the man entirely.]

You left..!

[They're both silent, both processing what has happened. At some point during their reunion, he stood and when he realizes it, he doesn't remember getting there. He can see something thrown at him, and all at once he is glad for his Earl's frustration, glad for the anger in the gesture. It's a relief in its own right, bringing the tears right back to his eyes in full, just enough that he can hold back the sobs, barely.]

[How he manages it, he doesn't know. Ciel's anger bears more than merit. In the rush of it all, leaving Riverview, heart tearing itself apart as he did, he had only been able to leave a single note for the boy on their bed. Had he not been able to teleport, he wouldn't have been able to leave that at all. Either way, he deserved Ciel's revenge. A single piece of paper with words was a piss poor excuse for a farewell-I-may-never-see-you-again-but-carry-on-without-please when they had been through so much and jumped so many hurdles together in the city.]

[The thought that they may never see each other again the same way terrified him, but he hadn't been given a choice in his vacancy, but he wasn't afraid for himself. He had been afraid for Ciel. And now here the boy was, in front of him, ticked off and righteously so.]

[For all the world, he had nothing to say but two simple, pitiful words.]

I'm sorry.

Stuff? [it's a quiet question, as he imagines her encumbered by a large pile of books, or maybe dirt or something? blood doesn't cross his mind, but "stuff" is so vague that he doesn't really know what to think.

but that side-tangent is easily avoided by shifting the attention, again, to the thing on her shoulder. Alec finally cracks a smile, leaning in to get a slightly better look--because he really is very fond of cats, even strange ones.]

We've a great many cats, but they aren't usually so... Brambly.

[he's not entirely sure that's a real word, but it's the best one he can think of to describe what he's seeing.]

And most don't have the patience for sitting so nicely, either.

[It's a waste of what had promised to be a good cupcake but he doesn't care. Instead he watches the man in front of him until he gets too blurry to see. And Ciel blinks, tears falling along his cheek that he reaches to wipe away from his good eye and his bandage soaks them up from the other side.

It hadn't been enough, it hadn't helped. Not much. Ciel had at least known he hadn't gotten kidnapped or killed. That had been a small relief but staying in a house alone after that? It had quickly become unbearable.]

I... would have gone with you..! [A little sniffle.]

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[Toby shrugs her free shoulder trying to look non-chalant] I'm a private investigator. Sometimes that means you fall in the trash when you're trying to tail a cheating wife or something.

[Look, no one said the Fae were good liars.

She outright laughs at the comment about Spike, though] That's a pretty good word for him. Well, I say him, I don't know if rosegoblins have genders, since they uh. Grow. Like flowers. That's...sort of what they are. A bunch of roses with aspirations of being a cat.

[Perhaps being put off by Toby's description, or maybe just being as curious as its furry counterparts, Spike takes that moment to hop off her shoulder and walk a little closer to Alec, peering up with its rose petal colored eyes]

Yeeeeah, I kind of accidentally stuck Spike to me when I named it. Couldn't get it to go away if I tried now. Not that I'd want to, buddy.

[the way she talks is like she thinks the rosegoblin actually understands, even if it can't respond]

[While his heart had been busy tearing itself into tiny pieces in the aftermath of his departure, Ciel's appearance and now the teen's tears saw those pieces tearing themselves into smaller pieces still. If he had nothing left of his former self when it was all done with him, he would only throw himself into it if it could take the Earl's misery away. Ciel had seen too much, and for the second time, Undertaker felt he was betraying his duties.]

[Ciel hadn't deserved any of this. First the fire, then the cult, then the demon, and now him. What could he say? That he hadn't been given a choice in the matter of leaving the quarantine? That he would have stayed if he could? That he would have taken Ciel if he could? What would it do to ease the boy's pain?]

[He opened his mouth to say something, then closed it again. A hand rose, reaching out to the boy, and was part of the way there before he caught it and let it lower back to his side. Nothing he could do or say would make this better, so he stood and let Ciel rage against him, eyes prickling anew upon hearing that tell tale sniffle.]

And here I'd thought former Elite Four would be told about something like that. [ Grimsley said, chuckling to himself - adjusting his collar. But then, he tilts his head. ] It's strange - the lack of Pokemon, that is.

Oh-- this Carbuncle isn't like that, though he's a good friend. Um, I could show you how to summon one! [ Yes, Bolormaa knows she doesn't have more Arcanist tomes, but she can help! After all, she's still cooing at Moogle. But the Carbuncle gives a small blep! She won't ask about that accident... listen, she tries not to be rude. ~~far better then materia~~ ]

Yes, we do! There's, um, 13 Shards in our iteration - that's a bundle of worlds. I never asked why the Mothercrystal called them that... does yours not have that, Ser?

A + B. ( for odont )

[ It's a little absurd that he arrived here by bus when the last thing Julian knew, he'd been on a station in deep space. It's even more absurd that... that's how he's expected to get back: by bus. Really, there's a lot of this that borders on the absurd, on weird. But being in Starfleet means weird is part of the job. It wasn't terribly long ago when he'd managed to get thrown into an alternate universe with what were basically dark versions of everyone he knew. Maybe that's what this Marjorie was talking about, in regards to straying from the prime universe? He's not entirely certain about that, but it doesn't matter up until the point he finds that the bus schedule doesn't allow him to go back right away.

For the moment, he's stuck exploring this... pocket of the multiverse, or whatever it is. Finding a way to fit in, although if it's true that this place is bringing people in from all over, then the prime directive doesn't apply - he's not going to be interfering in the natural development of this place's society anyway. Again, if it's true, otherwise Marjorie might just be delusional, but that wouldn't explain how he got here. Maybe he's the one delusional? Having vivid hallucinations? Still asleep and dreaming? Somehow, the explanation Marjorie gave feels like the most likely, the most true. Even so, even if the Federation is a trillion light-years and entire universes away, it'd probably be prudent to still stifle and hide his genetically enhanced abilities, no reason to change that behavior now. He's been actively hiding who he really is for half his life at this point.

He leaves the buses to find the farmland marked on his map as his own. He's surprised to find someone already there, and more than surprised to find that it's Odo. He'd recognize him anywhere, he's very distinctive, and after the other night and the revelation that they have this soulmate bond, well... Maybe it is a dream? Either way, there's a smile on the doctor's face as he walks up to the Constable. ]

Let me guess... Something about diversion from the "prime universe" and a "call to the heart"? Or did you receive a different explanation entirely?

D. choose a duck ( open! )

[ For pretty much any of these games, it would be so easy to let himself use his full abilities, to win, so long as who he was up against was human, or had the equivalent of human abilities, since his were far superior. He's grown accustomed to fouling up, though, to downplaying, to losing on purpose, when necessary. To fake being normal. It's almost to the point where it's easier to pretend than it is to let his body do what it wants to naturally. (Ha, naturally, right.)

However, there's one game that doesn't require use of any of his abilities, is a game of chance even more so than most "games of chance" he's ever played (of course, Ferengi rarely leave things up to chance): duck pond. Yet the duck he chooses at random nets him a prize, and he gets to pick from a selection of medium-sized plushes and toys and other things. He's not sure which to pick, what he'll even do with it, even if his brain is helpfully supplying him with: "Name it Kukalaka the Second?" He turns to the nearest passerby or person playing the game and asks, voice friendly and amused: ]

Any suggestions?

F. even brighter than ( open! )

[ It's been a while since Julian's last paid witness to a fireworks show. This one is pretty glorious as well, he'll admit. He finds a good place to sit in the grass on the hill, making it easy to lay back so he won't get a crick in his neck from tilting it upward the whole time. So long as someone's nearby, he'll speak. ]

With all the cosmic events I've had the good fortune to see in my life, you'd think a simple fireworks show would hold less wonder for me. But they never do.

G. ( wildcard it! )
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Maybe you're weak. [ A simple response, as she gives a small smile to the Chespin. Before she begins to explain, tracing a finger across the weapon. ] They're swords that use gunpowder to make their strikes stronger. They're standard for us in the Empire.

[ Aaand she aims again, shooting - and missing again. ]

[Nanu had half a mind to sleep the night away but restlessness reared its ugly head as the sun went down. Without the daytime heat making him sluggish he beckoned to curiosity and decided to check out what all the noise was about. He keeps to the periphery of the festival but ultimately he's drawn like a moth to a flame to Liepard. He crouches down to let her sniff and give her some eager pets if she'll accept them, his own black cat tail curling at the very tip. Grimsley unfortunately hasn't even been given eye contact.]

Well if it isn't Big G.

"And what might that be," he replied - before, well, taking a bite of food. His own scent, however, seems... different then the Cid she may know. And not just because he's still battling illness and injury, from his own version of Sigmascape. A lot like Nero, really...

...I was being put though life and death situations by a killer robot. [ Cid explained, quietly. Putting a hand to his torso a little - looking up to the fireworks. Of course this kid got something nice. But, a pause: ] Maybe... whatever happened sealed those future memories away. Some form of trauma.

[one of the pros of talking to Alec is that he is... pretty gullible, especially when he has no reason to distrust what she's saying so far. so the private investigator bit totally checks out, with a little "aaah" of understanding, and a nod.

besides, Spike is very much keeping his attention.] Rose... goblins...?

[he only looks more curious with the explanation; he's seen of all manner of funny things, from bread-and-butterflies to plum pudding that could get up and recite poetry, but...

when Spike hops off her shoulder, Alec drops down immediately, crouching in the way that you're supposed to do when you want strange cats to come up to you and say hello. he looks positively charmed by the creature, now smiling openly.]

I've never heard of a rose bush trying to be a cat before, how curious...

[he looks up at Toby again, with his next, obviously logical question:] Does he talk?

[ Okay, you've charmed the giant sheep, who gives out a soft snort - moving his soft paw a little, so it can be examined. Just like the rest of the Esper, it is un-naturally warm. Because, in Pokemon terms, this is a fire-type.

That's when Belias grumbles out, in Common. Loud enough to be heard across the farm, but also clearly towards the two small creatures. ] Are you enslaved by that Man?

[Nanu is looking for 'cheap rent', or so that's what he's told anyone who's gotten too nosy as he flits aimlessly from empty barns to not-so-empty barns. He's scoping the place out of old habits, for trouble and for practicality; he hasn't exactly called a farm of his own yet, not that he's eager to. The cries of a young girl perk up the black cat ears on top of his head. Right... he still has those and the tail too, keylime pie be damned.

Well. That sure looks like trouble. She's here too, huh? He tries to not look too surprised as Nebby rushes between Nanu's feet. Fortunately he's had years of practice with Meowth trying to trip him up. He doesn't even stumble.]

It still doesn't listen to you, girl.

It's been far too long, Nanu. [ Grimsley replied, politely leaving his stall. He hasn't wanted to work too hard, after all - leaving his comments about the strange extra features to himself, for now. But his Liepard? Oh, they're letting out a very pleased rumble, willing to get some pets. ]

Then again - it's far too bright out here. Optimistic. [ He's seen how other people are acting, and does not like it. ]

[He really has no more words, sniffling again and rubbing at his eye. Only just resisting rubbing at his bandaged side where the tears make the bandage stick annoyingly. The tears are already making the ache a little worse.

He hadn't even thought about what he'd say on the bus if he had the opportunity. Instead, he'd try to make himself stop feeling. Without success. So here he is, emotions raw and open to them both. And instead of trying to yell at him, the boy drops his bag and steps forward, face almost slamming into Undertaker's chest as he hugs him.]

Don't... don't do that to me again...

"It is far in the deserts of Dalmasca - I met many of your kind there. Those who desired combat - and I gave it."

In other words, yup, enemy to adventurers. But he gives a slight laugh. "I came to run from my own heart."

I once had a man as part of my flesh. [ Belias then said, softly. ] One sacrificed by his own kin - Man is a disgusting race.

And yet, my heart still calls to them.

[Nanu's line of work kept him surprisingly busy; both the old and new. He traveled a lot with Interpol, Unova being no exception, and even on Alola his Kahuna duties had him bouncing from one island to the next, especially between Poni and and Ula'ula. A lot to see, not a lot of time to keep acquainted.

It's a damn shame. Unfortunate that him and Grimsley's paths haven't crossed more frequently. His company is tolerable... though Liepard continues to get most of Nanu's attention as he scratches under her chin and the sides of her face.]

Everyone wants a simple life. Look how much work that takes. [All these stalls and vendors, wares and games... who's going to clean up all of this in the morning?]

You actually selling anything? [Anything worthwhile is lightly implied as a friendly rib.]

[Ciel could have been coming toward him with fists balled, ready to strike, and Undertaker's arms still would have parted in welcome for him. There was a soft impact, but it came from the teen's forehead, not his fists, and he holds the boy close, palms flat against his shoulders, fingers curled into the fabric there.]

I never had intended for it to happen, my lord, and it won't ever be. But I will try.

[The fox cried happily in response, who is enjoying Tori's curry. It wasn't until it heard a familiar voice.]

Fiu! There you are!

[The fox turns around to see Augustine running towards them as he grabs it while bowing to Tori.]

I'm really sorry. I hope Fiu didn't give you any trouble.

Hm? [The interruption causes him to pause just long enough to break through his scoop, and instead of simply shelling for a new one like he has been for the past ten minutes, Kojuro finds himself distracted by the Definitely A Youkai. Talks like a human, seems like it might stand on its hind legs to walk...

Yeah, that's a goddamn bakeneko and Kojuro keeps his eyes on it even as he addresses Fatima, because damn girl what did you do to this cat to make it a bakeneko???]

...Not so much, no. Would you like me to catch one for him, as a present? Or would you prefer if I didn't? I leave it to you, Miss; I think I have enough goldfish to start my own pond, after all. [He figures that it's probably better to ask her, given that they're apparently companions and all; she'd know better whether that would garner favour or just encourage her little buddy into being a tricksy little shit.]

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STARDROP CELEBRATION: FINAL DAY

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i'm so sorry for this baby grandpa