lostcarnival | [OPEN] Ways to Cast Blame

WHO: Anyone and Psi
WHAT: Moping.
WHERE: Here and There
WHEN: After Agent-nappings
WARNINGS: None!

No matter where you see Psi that day he's far from his usual cheerful self. Whether you need help from him throughout the work day or see him after hours, he appears down and silent. The troll is normally quite talkative, usually involving himself in everyone's business, so it's strange to see him so quiet, even if you don't know him that well.

He goes about his day, handing out assignments to various people and helping with the things that unexpectedly happen now and then. The animal work goes to Ginko and Bonnie, Papyrus is cleaning the mess created by guests the previous night. He checks in on Lars, Yuugi, and Chiaki at various points throughout the day once the carnival opens, helping when he can. His mood rotates between gloomy and frustrated at various points, no doubt a strange sight to some of his newer coworkers especially. Overall he tries to stick to the sidelines, working silently whenever he's able.

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He is busy, but he likes meeting to and talking to the carnival's newcomers. Well, he likes talking to them most of the time anyway. Right now he isn't feeling particularly helpful, but he'd rather not show that to a newbie. Doing his best to act normal he forces a smile, looking over the apparent human in front of him.

"Ah, what for?"

With a little frown, Strange shows Psionic his claws. They're relatively short, about an inch long, but long enough to be annoying. The nails on every finger of the hand stop at a point.

"I have two questions. The first are about these." He moves his hand around a bit, so Psionic can see the claws from each angle. They sure are claws! "Are the claws permanent? When I return home, back to my world, will these come with me?"

Because if so, man does he have to figure out how to do a glamor spell pretty damn quickly.

Confused, Psi looks over at Strange's hands, but they seem totally normal to him. But then as he keeps moving them around Psi realizes, claws aren't normal for humans to have. He nods, not in answer to the question, but to show that he does understand the question and the reason for it.

"No, when you go home you should look the same as you used to. Something to do with time streams or something I think."

Oh, Strange just looks so relieved about that. Thank heavens for that. "Good," he simply remarks, with a little smile. "If I change any further, I doubt my wife would appreciate it."

Because that's what matters the most: freaky changes aren't a problem, he can deal with that, but considering that his deal is the knowledge of how to bring his wife back from the dead? Let's not go from 'surprise Arabella, you're alive' to 'oh by the way, I now have claws and probably other weird fairy body parts.'

Now for the second question. "My second question is about the Matrix."

Wife, a female matesprit. He had a wife? Almost no one who worked here was in that kind of a relationship. Why would he have left her behind? Questions to ponder for another time.

"Shoot."

"I've been trying to cast a certain spell that lets you see what another person is doing--not for any nefarious purpose, of course, just to see where this person is." Aka to be nosy. He won't admit it of course, but this is entirely nosiness.

"Oddly enough, it hasn't been working. I know this spell works perfectly fine in the Carnival. Do you know if there's any sort of...I don't know, interference that the carnival might have to prevent one person from looking into the realms of another?"

His discomfort and annoyance are pretty obvious. Magic isn't doing what he wants it to do = reason enough for Strange to get a bit grumpy.

Some kind of location spell then. Although Strange says it's not for anything nefarious Psi could see that kind of spell easily being misused. Not that he cared either way. He didn't let people tell him how to use his powers, as long as Strange didn't hurt anyone Psii wouldn't tell Strange how to use his either.

His brows furrow in thought as he considers the question.

"Like what, are you trying to see something back home?"

"I'm trying to see something in the Matrix," said with a little frown. "An...acquaintance of mine seems to be avoiding me."

He can't really call Childermass a friend. The two of them weren't anything close to friends before they found themselves in this new world together. Why, they've talked more in the past few days than they had in their years of knowing each other back home. Still, the two of them were from the same world and thrust into the same situation, of course Strange was going to keep an eye on him.

"I wish to know where he is."

Okay, so it's a little bit creepy.

He just laughs. What a weirdo this guy is!

"Well, has it been working on people in the matrix while you're here before now? If it's not made to work between dimensions that could be the problem."

Magic isn't his forte really, but it's the best he can suggest without any other information.

"Who are you looking for anyway?"

"I only had limited experience with other worlds to begin with back in my world," Strange can't help but grumble, rolling his eyes as he sulks a bit. "And even then, the only other world I've been to is Faerie."

He gestures around him as Strange mentions Faerie. At least in his mind, this world, the world of the carnival, is also Faerie.

As for the question, Strange answers, "John Childermass. He's not in his trailer and he's not skulking in his usual locations." And the claws are bothering Strange more than he wants to admit--so naturally he's going to whine to Childermass about it.

He nods, even if he doesn't understand magic it made sense that Strange wouldn't have experience dealing much with inter-dimensional abilities. Those kinds of skills really weren't of much use in most contexts. Of course, when he hears it's Childermas Strange is looking for his mood shifts. He goes from amused and entertained by this stranger to depressed and reluctant.

"Childermass... Never came back from the Matrix the other night."

And instantly Strange frowns. Never came back from the Matrix? Now that's odd. Odd, confusing, and a bit worrying. There's still that trace of mania in his eyes but he's downright worried at the knowledge that Childermass didn't come back from the Matrix.

Well. That explains why he wasn't found in the carnival.

"I don't see why he would stay there overnight. He didn't like it there to begin with." The cars, the noise, the no smoking signs, Childermass wasn't a big fan of the Matrix so why would he stay there in the first place?

[OPEN] Ways to Cast Blame

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