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dorkypantsuit ([personal profile] dorkypantsuit) wrote in [community profile] lostcarnival2016-12-11 09:38 pm

[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.
pipers_son: (bestia-domitor) (And I'd rather cry while putting a)

[personal profile] pipers_son 2017-01-11 04:46 am (UTC)(link)
“That’s it,” Joker confirms lightly, and tries to give a light laugh. “I mean, it’s my family! The folks I grew up with and have been watchin’ over for most of my life. Without me, I bet they’d get inta all sorts of trouble.”

That’s a lie, one he’s glad that those in the carnival have no way of identifying. After all, the fact of the matter is that he’s the one that got them into trouble. His family had relied on him to steer them right, to keep them safe, and all he can think about is the lies they were fed about those at the orphanage and what his right arm had been made out of once upon a time. As the ‘big brother’ among them all, shouldn’t he have made sure that they weren’t taken advantage of like that…?

...Well. What’s done is done. Now, he’s just got to fix things as best he can, get them far away from all of that.

Psi’s admission makes him grin, because, ha, doesn’t he know that. “Definitely one of the best perks about workin’ here,” he agrees, staying sprawled out where he is. “And I’d though travelin’ around England alone was impressive, but across the worlds just makes a regular trip like that seem like a tiny deal, huh?”
pipers_son: (bestia-domitor) (He threw a pool chair off of an)

[personal profile] pipers_son 2017-01-13 03:56 am (UTC)(link)
And on that-

“Yeah. It’s a damned sight better.”

-Joker can agree.

Still. The conversation is starting to take a turn for the somber, the way it’s going, so Joker makes an attempt to change things around. "What kinda folks do ya think are gonna try for the other spots? Y'know, for supervisor."
pipers_son: (bestia-domitor) (And I'd rather cry while putting a)

[personal profile] pipers_son 2017-01-13 05:00 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh Christ in a fish barrel," is Joker's response, fondness, exasperation, a little horror, and schadenfreude all mixed in together. He can only imagine.

"Him in acquisitions... I want ta see it happen, just for the mess that'd come of it."
pipers_son: (bestia-domitor) (He threw a pool chair off of an)

[personal profile] pipers_son 2017-01-15 12:12 am (UTC)(link)
“A guy like that, ya don’t think he wouldn’t try for both?” Joker says, shaking his head. “Did ya know that he accidentally teleported me inta his trailer at one point?”
pipers_son: (sillica) (I will be there.)

[personal profile] pipers_son 2017-01-17 07:28 am (UTC)(link)
Leaning closer, Joker grins wider and winks.

“He bleedin’ well did. I was goin’ over some things for wardrobe and, next I know, I’m suddenly in his trailer, and we’re both lookin’ gobsmacked.” He snickers again, ears twitching in delight.
pipers_son: (bestia-domitor) (He threw a pool chair off of an)

[personal profile] pipers_son 2017-02-02 11:24 pm (UTC)(link)
“I asked him, and he just said a faerie.” Lazily, he shrugs. “Apparently that’s what he could do back on his world, and he wanted ta see if he could do it here, run by one of the Fair Folk herself, after all. Ended up just gettin’ anybody who’s been, well….”

And he gestures to himself with his wooden arm, wings ruffling a little.