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lostcarnival2017-02-13 04:44 pm
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Who: Foster van Denend and Annabelle Blishwick
What: Annabelle, new to the carnival, meets her sketchy undead roommate
When: Post Atlantis.
Where: Trailer 18
In spite of the Ring Master's insistence that he neither retire in the barn nor have any kind of privacy--the consequence of daring to ask TO sleep in the barn and then making the mistake of explaining why--Foster actually hasn't had a roommate for a little while now.
Long enough for him to have disregarded the potential for one to arrive at any time. And long enough to have earned exactly 780 pieces of Atlantean gold by means of aggressive commercial self-degradation. 780 gold coins that are now spread haphazardly across literally every available surface inside trailer 18, as well as the trailer floor. Literal drifts of coins rise in the corners, and there are clear paths where the scant foot traffic of one (1) idle necromancer have scattered them aside.
An idle necromancer who is, at the moment, less "idle" and more "asleep on a pile of coins, which happens to also be his bed."
No, the undead don't usually sleep.
But. Well, they do get bored.
What: Annabelle, new to the carnival, meets her sketchy undead roommate
When: Post Atlantis.
Where: Trailer 18
In spite of the Ring Master's insistence that he neither retire in the barn nor have any kind of privacy--the consequence of daring to ask TO sleep in the barn and then making the mistake of explaining why--Foster actually hasn't had a roommate for a little while now.
Long enough for him to have disregarded the potential for one to arrive at any time. And long enough to have earned exactly 780 pieces of Atlantean gold by means of aggressive commercial self-degradation. 780 gold coins that are now spread haphazardly across literally every available surface inside trailer 18, as well as the trailer floor. Literal drifts of coins rise in the corners, and there are clear paths where the scant foot traffic of one (1) idle necromancer have scattered them aside.
An idle necromancer who is, at the moment, less "idle" and more "asleep on a pile of coins, which happens to also be his bed."
No, the undead don't usually sleep.
But. Well, they do get bored.