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[animusmods]

Characters: Anyone coming to Zo's carnival
Setting: Cafeteria; please specify the date and location in the carnival in your subject header!
Format: Anything
Summary: Zo has set up a carnival for the residents, but it's not meant to last. Anyone wandering after the bombs go off might see things they never wanted to see...
Warnings: Psychological and body horror
Note: Characters entering the carnival from the 27th to the 30th will experience visions! Please refer to the info post for details and reply to this thread if your character enters the carnival during these days.

[The carnival has taken up the entirety of the cafeteria. A large roller coaster and ferris wheel tower over the residents, while a child-sized roller coaster, a merry-go-round, and spinning teacups project much less daunting silhouettes. Stands are set up with standard carnival foods available, from ice cream to cotton candy. These stands do not ask for anything as payment.

On the twenty-seventh, the carnival appearance changes. The machinery all appears rusted and broken down, as if weathered with decades of rain and snow. Plants grow up and around the rides, ruining them, and all the food is rotten.]

Comments

[warriorscribe]

*Or knowing He's dead or twisted and broken, Enoch doesn't say, instead reaching up to put a hand on Lucifel's shoulder.*

...No. Only in knowing that there are tyrannical Gods on other worlds. But it's always refreshing to see those who come from another like ours.

[glassceiling]

It must have been a beautiful feeling to be contacted by Him, so all the more painful if it is taken away...

[She has neither experienced the joy of speaking to God (Glorified and Exalted be He) or the pain of being separated from him afterwards, but she can imagine it.]

I am sorry for making you think of it, Lord Lucifel.

[brbtalkingtogod]

Don't be, hopefully we will change the situation soon.

[He doesn't want to think of Him being broken or twisted. Imagining it was already more than cruel to him.]

And you can just call me Lucifel.

[warriorscribe]

That's right. We will be able to restore our worlds, and with them...everyone on them.

*Even God. But he knows how much it upset him, and the tower is upsetting enough as it is, so he doesn't say it outright.*

[glassceiling]

I hope so.

[She wishes she could say that has has faith God (Glorified and Exalted be He) will bless their endeavors, but given what Lucifel is staying, the words get stuck in her throat.]

Again, I will do all I can to help this goal along.

[brbtalkingtogod]

[The implication itself is upsetting enough. Hope was all they had left in this Tower.]

Every form of help is appreciated.

[warriorscribe]

*Enoch nods.* Though all we have right now is the research on our power limitation, it can only open opportunities to do more.