sweatsthesmallstuff: (Bed-head)
Dr. Will Zimmerman ([personal profile] sweatsthesmallstuff) wrote in [community profile] lostcarnival2017-05-12 10:35 pm

You know where to find me/For no particular reason

Who: Will Zimmerman & OPEN
What: Will is new to the carnival, come show him around. Or mess with him. Whatever.
When: Day 97
Where: Several places
Warnings: None yet



[Around the carnival]

Well, the first thing to do when you're in a new place is explore it. Especially since he was going to be working here and living here full-time for a while, it was definitely a smart idea to know how the Carnival was laid out.

He'd been through the public areas before, so of course the logical thing to do is to take a deep breath and start poking around behind the scenes, where casual carnival-goers weren't supposed to be. Anyone who sees him will get a friendly smile. "Hey! I was looking for where the animals are kept. I just got hired."

[Closed to Helen Magnus]

After some exploring, Will heads to the trailer park area. It doesn't take him long to find the trailer he was assigned to; it looked pretty small, but it was a trailer and he didn't exactly expect to have a lot of space based on that. Appearances could also be deceptive; he would have to see inside before he'd know exactly how much space he'd have.

Will hesitated a second before deciding to knock. He didn't know if he had a roommate yet, and just barging in wouldn't be the best way to start things off. He takes a step back, settling a friendly smile on his face as he waits to see if anyone will answer. He'll give it at least thirty seconds before he assumes no one's home.

[[Also if you want him anywhere else just hit me up or put it in a comment, I'm open to playing with anyone!]]
puddingemote: (i been livin a lonely life)

[personal profile] puddingemote 2017-05-22 03:01 am (UTC)(link)
Tamaki was on his way to the Big Top for some practice for his act, but he stops when someone suddenly calls out. He's clearly been in the Carnival for awhile - he's just over seven feet tall now, with about four inch tall, stubby horns on his head and green lines of what looks like some kind of code that occasionally run across the skin of his exposed arms like moving tattoos.

"...You work in the menagerie?" he asks, to clarify. He doesn't go there very often (too many scary things inside), but he knows where it is.