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Jimmy Novak ([personal profile] empty_vessel) wrote in [community profile] lostcarnival2017-05-09 11:38 pm

An Inquiry

Who: Jimmy and Foster
What: A friendly conversation over lunch.
Where: Cave Jail
When: Backdated to Day 92



Jimmy played it off as bringing Foster something to eat. Bringing the prisoner his daily meal and all that. He'd even packed something for Foster. Grilled cheese sandwiches with tomato, tucked away in his bag with a few bottles of water. (Foster had kind of stuck out as one of the ones always going for the vegetarian options in the cookhouse lines.)

Honestly, though, he was curious. What had prompted Foster to go that far off the rails like that? Sure, somebody could do little stupid stuff for giggles, but something as big as putting the whole carnival at risk? Jimmy was wondering if there was an ulterior motive. And there's only one way to find out.

He'd asked permission from Sans, only to be told 'If that's how you wanna waste your life, go for it.' So here he is. About to head into the cave where Foster's being held. Wish him luck.

control_freak: (Take my arm that I might reach you)

[personal profile] control_freak 2017-05-12 08:07 pm (UTC)(link)
There is no way, realistically speaking, to return at least 15 years of someone's life to them without destabilising the very essence of who they are. It's a viscerally disturbing experience, and Foster had more or less settled into a sort of dissociative fugue. Memories surfacing by association, triggering each other one by one by three by eight, porpoises surfacing to spray saltwater and breath before reverting to silhouette beneath the surf.

Superficially hidden, but impossible to fully conceal under the waves.

Which is all a very poetic way to say Foster is really super fucked up right now, and Jimmy's arrival would probably be extremely unwelcome if it didn't come with a reminder of something Foster had been neglecting really badly: that is to say, food.

It's the smell that really hits him--there is no greater reminder of how much you haven't eaten or how badly you need to than the smell of hot food.

At least he's since been treated for his mushi infection: Jimmy has Foster's full--and, uh, salivating--attention from the very minute he comes in.