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Foster Van Denend ([personal profile] control_freak) wrote in [community profile] lostcarnival2016-12-10 06:58 pm

How (Not) To Dress To Impress

Who: Foster and YOU
What: Foster's stubborn refusal to wear presentable clothing gets him on the RM's shitlist. He gets turned into a cow.
Where: The carnival grounds
When: Before the kidnappings
Warnings: Over-the-top self-deprecation, and... uh, he gets turned into a cow.



A. Before

To be honest, Foster wasn't terribly interested in his new... career. His 'hiring' was less of a blur and more of a short yet tedious process of being told what he was going to do and why and then being left to do it. Which... he understood. But he didn't really... care?

He didn't care about the job. His mistakes, yes. He couldn't stop thinking about it. But the whole... part where he was supposed to talk to people? What was he supposed to do? Didn't she know what kind of disgusting, worthless garbage she was counting on? Why, she'd be better off with no one than relying on someone like him. No, she would be better with even literal piles of refuse lining the walkups to her shows. His revolting presence would drive people away, would... would...

Also.

He didn't really like talking to people.

But he had a couple of days to "settle in." To... explore.

And then he has to get to work.

Which he does--a skinny, sallow figure the off-brown colour of an old cement road, dressed only in striped flannel pyjama pants and a haphazardly wrapped blue scarf. On his breaks, he retreats back to the back lot--honestly just a dressed up trailer park, he doesn't understand why they call it a backyard.

And he might not dress for the job--barefoot and ribby, with no shirt and tangled yellow hair--but he's definitely got a way with words.

"Life is short, you know! Too short to live without a little wonder. Without awe. Without magic! But tonight... tonight you can have all that and more! Buy your tickets now..."

He smiles, just shy of brightly.

"Regret lasts a lifetime. No matter how long or short...!"

B. After

There's a new addition to the menagerie.

It's not very exciting. In fact, it's so ordinary that it's kind of odd.

But there it is: a sleepy-eyed, standoffish brown cow.

If you talk to it, it ignores you. If you try to pet it, it moves away.

So.... normal cow?

Lmao no
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[personal profile] mossbuds 2016-12-11 08:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Lars, as usual, is trying desperately to mind his own god damn business in this awful magical nuthouse, but also as usual, people are trying the fuck out of him. Also, he doesn't have headphones or music in this place, so it's a little harder to just tune people out. He's been trying to walk fast with his hands stuffed in his pockets, and to glare at the path beyond, but...

Good lord, is Foster ever a... site...

Lars very rudely leans quite comically back, his hands extracted from his pockets as his expression fixes in a sneer.

"Eugh! What the hell, dude, put on a damn shirt! Ain't nobody gonna wanna be buyin' tickets from some guy who looks homeless and crazy. You look like a dang mess."

He could have ignored this. He really could have. But he's feeling generous today. Fix your damn life, stranger.
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[personal profile] mossbuds 2016-12-12 04:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Lars gives Foster a lip lift of disgust, and eyes him up and down. This guy's kinda creepy...

"What the hell's that supposed to mean?"

Lars knows what the phrase means by itself, but is having some trouble parsing it in context.
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[personal profile] mossbuds 2016-12-17 05:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Lars now makes a throaty noise of disgust, feeling himself get goosebumps. He's never met someone so self deprecating. And it's creepy, yeah, but a part of Lars also feels... kinda... something. It's uncomfortable, and Lars might realize in retrospect it's because he's projecting; he understands what Foster's saying, because he kind of relates.

"Sure, I guess," he concludes with a flamboyant wind of his wrist, rolling his eyes flippantly. "But whether or not that's true, that's totally irrelevant! I don't see what that's gotta do with your pitch."
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[personal profile] sunflowerfields 2016-12-12 12:45 am (UTC)(link)
It may not be her job, but Hinawa enjoys spending time with the animals of the carnival. It reminds her of home even with the smell. She notices the new addition immediately, if only because it's so mundane. It's not a giant cat, it doesn't have wings, it's just a cow. Just like the ones back home!

She doesn't hesitate to come right up and reach out to stroke the top of its head. "Hello, are you new here as well?"
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[personal profile] sunflowerfields 2016-12-14 02:42 am (UTC)(link)
Hinawa senses the animal's fear, and gently removes her hand. "There, there. I didn't mean to frighten you! This is a very scary place at first, but I promise it's not all bad."

Her tone is definitely that of a mother speaking to a small child, because she has no idea what she's actually talking to.
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[personal profile] puddingemote 2016-12-12 06:15 am (UTC)(link)
Despite the fact that Tamaki works here and isn't supposed to get pulled into the various money traps of the carnival, he can't help but listen to what the guy is saying. Life is too short to live without regrets? He's pretty sure someone has told him something like that before. Maybe he should talk to this guy.

"Tickets for what?"
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[personal profile] waitingforplayer2 2016-12-16 06:09 am (UTC)(link)
Chiaki's sitting on the steps of another trailer nearby. (It might be hers. She just kind of sat down wherever.) She's mostly focused on playing her game console - after not having it out all day, she gets withdrawal, honestly, surely Psii knows that. But anyway, here she is playing, and this guy's over there... practicing? Probably.

"It's good." She says it quietly as she plays, trying not to focus too much on the actual content of the words he's saying, since they, uh... hit close to home.
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[personal profile] waitingforplayer2 2016-12-17 04:49 am (UTC)(link)
She was actually trying to comment on his skills, give him a compliment -- oops. But now strange half-naked man's in her face. She shifts back a little bit, understandably.

"I stayed outside." She doesn't really look at him, still focused on her game. "It's dark indoors."

She's never minded the dark. That's not actually the problem.

The real problem is that there's more people outside than inside.
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It isn't hard to turn off a light at all, really. That's what she gets for avoiding the issue.

She feels her face heating up under his gaze. "It's not a waste."

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[personal profile] wild_magic 2016-12-16 09:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Susan, on the other hand, is dressed for the job, even though it may look a little silly for a child to be doing a job like this. That doesn't stop him from doing a pretty good job of it, himself, although perhaps with a bit less of a... flair for words, and with a lot more outright enthusiasm. Still though, it isn't hard for him to notice a new person working nearby, and it doesn't take him long after that to end up wandering over to him instead of actually doing his job.

He smiles brightly at him when he gets closer.

"Hi! I'm Susan. Do you work here now?" It would be pretty cool, if that was the case, because he doesn't really have a lot of coworkers...
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[personal profile] wild_magic 2016-12-17 02:17 am (UTC)(link)
Susan doesn't frown, per se, but his smile does drop a little at that. The other man is still smiling though so maybe he's just curious and not trying to be rude? It's okay though, it doesn't bother him either way...

He shakes his head a little.

"Well, I'm a boy, and it's my name, so I don't think it is."
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[personal profile] wild_magic 2016-12-18 04:06 am (UTC)(link)
He finally frowns, and shakes his head again.

"No, it's my name, so it's definitely a boy's name now." It's not a big deal, honestly, but why does anyone else care about his name? It's his name and he likes it.

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[personal profile] dontpokethat 2016-12-18 01:34 am (UTC)(link)
Ginko is... pretty sure there didn't used to be a cow in this pen.

In fact, he's pretty sure they didn't used to have any regular cows at all, and he can't imagine why the Ringmaster would want one.

He pauses in mucking out the stalls to lean against the fencing to examine the cow. "So what's your deal, huh?"
dontpokethat: i probably did it by accident or on purpose (if i did something)

[personal profile] dontpokethat 2016-12-18 02:19 am (UTC)(link)
He's really isn't expecting an answer, and after a moment he turns away to keep cleaning. But he does keep talking and glancing over at the cow every so often.

"Not like the Ringmaster to bring in just an ordinary cow. So far as I know, we're pretty much good on petting zoo animals, and you... don't seem friendly enough for that anyway. No offense. So there's got to be something about you that makes you notable, right?"
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[personal profile] dontpokethat 2016-12-18 02:24 am (UTC)(link)
Ginko frowns back at the cow before turning back to his work. "Hey, don't give me that. I just said you aren't going there - for this very reason, actually."

After a while, he finishes cleaning out that stall. Once its usual tenant is back inside, the time comes to move on to Foster's stall.

Ginko is not looking forward to this.

He considers the cow for a moment before stepping out of the stable for a moment. When he returns, it's with a bag of apple slices. He opens the stall door and takes one of the slices out of the bag, holding it out so the cow can smell it.

"Alright, c'mon out. Your turn."

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