Sterling was actually excited to go to this carnival, though as he saw Minerva ass them and head inside, he began to get worried. That didn't quite seem normal, her apparently being so frantic about something or another. Eh, it was probably nothing too important. Either way, the carnival was here, and it'd been fun every year he'd gone, though this would be his first time without Willow going along his side. Plus the changeling-reminiscent species that had shown up weren't giving him the best of feelings. One of them seemed much too murder happy.
So when Sterling stepped into the carnival after Macy, the buzz of thoughts going on in his head died down for once, as he looked around and noted the complete lack of anyone or any activity. The unicorn started pawing at the ground nervously, while subconsciously using bits of his magic to get all the crumpled up garbage into proper refuse bins. The area he was tiding up was little solace to the pony who realized they were completely and utterly cut off from the normal groups they always had access to. Even those he barely understood that'd been a constant, like those who held the carnival every so often. They were alone in a brave new world, at least alone from anything familiar of comforting.
Even this carnival, normally a silly thing they did every so often to de-stress and such, was abandoned. No one else except whoever kept depositing random people in the lobby would be coming to help them. The pony gulped nervously, unsure of what to do next. It didn't seem appropriate anymore to have fun and celebrate.
Then one of the others ran up to him and asked a group of harried questions, to which he could only frown and shake his head. "I have no idea. Last time there was all manner of people, some real and not. But... I don't know. Maybe whoever made it this time didn't have the power to call upon those who manned it last time, so could only make a facsimile? It seems like we're cut off from whoever patronized these events regularly.... Now I don't know what to do, honestly. Doesn't seem right to party with all that's going on, including this abandoned carnival..." He trailed off, the whole time pawing at the dirt ground, making little furrows with his forehooves.
Maghrl listened to all that was going on, then a thought occurred to him. What if there were others in this world that knew how to manipulate the same Force he did? Maybe this Old Sam would know about any potential force users in this world, or even if they were aware of its existence. If not, it'd be discouraging, but it wasn't like no one here could connect to it right? He'd been able to feel Sam through the force, and despite the lack of actual force power aside from his presence, and the necromancer's use of other sources of power, Maybe he'd heard of something similar to the Force from his world.
So to sate his curiosity he bit his pony to trot forward, partially using suggestion through the force and normal gestures that'd direct a horse. He'd certainly felt his horse through the force, so it did mean creatures here were a part of it. Though it could be none here besides himself, and that Sith back home who'd disappeared when things started to go down, might actually be able to use it.
"Maghrl is curious to things. Not important-priority, but might helper down the line." He prefaced his question, basically saying to answer his question once the more important questions had been dealt with. "Maghrl a disciple-student of Force. Energy field that bind-hold Life together. Not magic, but life energy selfers, you bet. Squib wondering if any others similar here. Who use Force like Old Sam 'n Others use Magicks. Usual involvement meditation, connection of Life Force to self, similar to Druid in study of philosophy. Otherwise focused on bending Force to one's will, though Maghrl would prefer that to not be case." His explanation was piss poor, but it'd have to do for their limited time.
"Oh, Yes yes, General. Maghrl like lead deal-efforts to get tents, supplies, foodies from Dwarfers. Though Maghrl unsure if have money for this place. Might be smartwise to pool group money and designate treasurer, someone good with monies." He said, turning his head towards the leader of their little group, who'd name he had never caught. Though he did catch his rank, so would likely be referring to him by that moniker regardless of any new information.
