You have reached Festival, king of entertainers and entertainer of kings. I'm fairly certain this device will allow you to leave a message. Best of luck with that.
[He holds up a hand for Jon to wait as he...yep, he's pulling out his device and searching on the map feature. He keeps up a jittery monologue as he fusses with it and thinks something over.]
Terrible street views in the Down, barely make out anything--yes. Alright, that's two down the tower, north-northwest, maybe three--
[And now that they're on the other side of the street Festival squints at the nearest building, tuts a little, and steps another ten feet along the sidewalk.]
You don't actually need to hold onto me, but don't fight it when it pulls. Hop-hop!
[He flashes Jon a smile and claps, and there's a sharp tug sideways. Assuming Jon doesn't resist, the world flashes by in a dizzying whirl of gray and then they're suddenly on the landing of a shabby stairwell, Festival turning his head to make sure he's still got Jon with him, hands already raised to clap again.]
[It's just as disorienting as it has been that night at the carnival. Jon blinks rapidly, looking around and trying to get his bearings, reaching out his supernatural senses to-]
Of course not. We've got at least three more to go. Come along!
[Second verse same as the first, but now it's a dingy lobby with dingy doors leading out onto a dingy street, Festival dragging Jon outside the second their feet materialize on solid ground--because that was the point, really, getting them to ground level. He looks around, sniffing the air and then wrinkling his nose.]
That way, isn't it?
[He gestures in very nearly the correct direction.]
[This isn't at all what Jon had in mind. He'd thought Festival could teleport wherever he wanted, not... does he have to get his bearings every few miles? He lets himself be pulled, stumbling as he again attempts to sort out where they are in relation to where they're going.]
That-that way.
[He points a little to the left of where Festival is pointing. This is the worst way to be a supernatural GPS, honestly.]
[Festival adjusts his gesture with a nod, then claps again.]
Hop-hop!
[And now they're on an entirely different street, Festival looking to Jon again to point the way.]
You know, this is really very challenging. I don't know these streets at all. Ah, if we appear in a wall and get shunted off somewhere--well, I'll figure it out if it happens.
[He shouldn't be so ungrateful, but this is confusing as hell and scrambling both his human and his supernatural senses. Jon has to take a moment before pointing.]
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[He holds up a hand for Jon to wait as he...yep, he's pulling out his device and searching on the map feature. He keeps up a jittery monologue as he fusses with it and thinks something over.]
Terrible street views in the Down, barely make out anything--yes. Alright, that's two down the tower, north-northwest, maybe three--
[And now that they're on the other side of the street Festival squints at the nearest building, tuts a little, and steps another ten feet along the sidewalk.]
You don't actually need to hold onto me, but don't fight it when it pulls. Hop-hop!
[He flashes Jon a smile and claps, and there's a sharp tug sideways. Assuming Jon doesn't resist, the world flashes by in a dizzying whirl of gray and then they're suddenly on the landing of a shabby stairwell, Festival turning his head to make sure he's still got Jon with him, hands already raised to clap again.]
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What... but- We're not anywhere near him!
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[Second verse same as the first, but now it's a dingy lobby with dingy doors leading out onto a dingy street, Festival dragging Jon outside the second their feet materialize on solid ground--because that was the point, really, getting them to ground level. He looks around, sniffing the air and then wrinkling his nose.]
That way, isn't it?
[He gestures in very nearly the correct direction.]
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That-that way.
[He points a little to the left of where Festival is pointing. This is the worst way to be a supernatural GPS, honestly.]
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Hop-hop!
[And now they're on an entirely different street, Festival looking to Jon again to point the way.]
You know, this is really very challenging. I don't know these streets at all. Ah, if we appear in a wall and get shunted off somewhere--well, I'll figure it out if it happens.
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[He shouldn't be so ungrateful, but this is confusing as hell and scrambling both his human and his supernatural senses. Jon has to take a moment before pointing.]
That way. Five blocks.
[Maybe giving Festival a distance will help?]
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...I've worked out the favor you owe me. You're going to tell Tim I teleported us right there. Wizard-style. Really rub his face in it.
Hop-hop.
[It actually takes two more hop-hops, but hey! Here's the intersection Jon wanted.]
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