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lostcarnival2016-12-17 11:03 pm
atouts) wrote in lostcarnival2016-12-17 11:03 pm
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[OPEN] how long is forever?
WHO: Childermass & anyone.
WHAT: Childermass returns from his unfortunate vacation in the Matrix.
WHERE: The carnival, Trailer #19, the cookhouse.
WHEN: End of D32, on into D33.
WARNINGS: Mentions of torture, will update if anything else comes up.
[ D32, by the tree phones; closed to the first person to find him ]
Why he'd been released after giving so little information, Childermass can't be sure.
He wondered if they had picked up anyone else, someone more likely to talk about the carnival than he was. Perhaps that had made it less useful to keep at him, when someone else was more chatty, although if that were the case, they sure didn't mind trying to keep on "convincing" him. After all that effort, just to have him wake up back in the zoo, intact again, for the most part (the memory of broken fingers still has him rubbing his knuckles, often and uncomfortably). Part of him — the sensible, forever cautious part — wanted to stay and find out, to know, but the rest of him was exhausted. Caution be damned, he needed to get out, so that was exactly what he did.
Funny how only a few days ago he was telling Mr. Strange how bizarre it was to already consider the carnival home, but stumbling to the nearest phone and finding himself back among the trees, with that mad circus up ahead, is a relief. Back at last, after nearly five days of missing, he'll let out a sigh and lean heavily against the same tree the phone is hooked up to.
Now here's a man who looks worse for wear, but at least he's still standing, right?
[Late D32-D33; open to all]
Afterwards, whatever it is that comes afterwards, Childermass will be wisely leaving his supervisor a note about taking a day off to rest — if that's no problem, of course — and then holing up in his trailer to, for the most part, sleep. It won't be very restful, though, so more often than not he'll be found up with tea, trying and failing to write for any real length of time, or spending an awful lot of time staring at ceiling from where he should, but isn't, sleeping.
Basically, trying to avoid everyone, but he'll probably answer the door if someone shows up, assuming they're polite about it at all. Considering the door isn't actually locked, the odds on that might be against him.
Or, failing all attempts to get some actual rest, on the day after his return, one might find him having, by some miracle, made his way to the cookhouse. If only for some coffee and to — again — get absolutely nowhere with writing in one of his various memo books.
WHAT: Childermass returns from his unfortunate vacation in the Matrix.
WHERE: The carnival, Trailer #19, the cookhouse.
WHEN: End of D32, on into D33.
WARNINGS: Mentions of torture, will update if anything else comes up.
[ D32, by the tree phones; closed to the first person to find him ]
Why he'd been released after giving so little information, Childermass can't be sure.
He wondered if they had picked up anyone else, someone more likely to talk about the carnival than he was. Perhaps that had made it less useful to keep at him, when someone else was more chatty, although if that were the case, they sure didn't mind trying to keep on "convincing" him. After all that effort, just to have him wake up back in the zoo, intact again, for the most part (the memory of broken fingers still has him rubbing his knuckles, often and uncomfortably). Part of him — the sensible, forever cautious part — wanted to stay and find out, to know, but the rest of him was exhausted. Caution be damned, he needed to get out, so that was exactly what he did.
Funny how only a few days ago he was telling Mr. Strange how bizarre it was to already consider the carnival home, but stumbling to the nearest phone and finding himself back among the trees, with that mad circus up ahead, is a relief. Back at last, after nearly five days of missing, he'll let out a sigh and lean heavily against the same tree the phone is hooked up to.
Now here's a man who looks worse for wear, but at least he's still standing, right?
[Late D32-D33; open to all]
Afterwards, whatever it is that comes afterwards, Childermass will be wisely leaving his supervisor a note about taking a day off to rest — if that's no problem, of course — and then holing up in his trailer to, for the most part, sleep. It won't be very restful, though, so more often than not he'll be found up with tea, trying and failing to write for any real length of time, or spending an awful lot of time staring at ceiling from where he should, but isn't, sleeping.
Basically, trying to avoid everyone, but he'll probably answer the door if someone shows up, assuming they're polite about it at all. Considering the door isn't actually locked, the odds on that might be against him.
Or, failing all attempts to get some actual rest, on the day after his return, one might find him having, by some miracle, made his way to the cookhouse. If only for some coffee and to — again — get absolutely nowhere with writing in one of his various memo books.
closed to Mari;
If it had to be passed on to the Warden or the Ringmaster, he'd leave that up to her, and some sense of responsibility is what has him back up after a restless night. Tracking Mari down early in the morning proves to be more an issue than expected, however, as it seems she's still off searching the Matrix. He might be back, but he's only the first of three to have returned. For all he knows, she might not even know he's turned up at all yet...
Well, regardless, Childermass has no intention of returning to that world, ever again, not even to look for her, and so he'll be waiting by the trees with the phones, leaning up against one with his pipe in hand. He's letting the tobacco lazily burn without actually smoking, staring somewhat tiredly at the smoke twisting up into the air instead.
no subject
Mari has actually gotten really into the performative identity thing. Switching herself up makes it easier to evade detection by Agents, but it's also very interesting.
Still, while she can see the appeal of being someone like Ryouji Kaji, there's just something innately joyless about the experience of being Rokubungi Gendo.
She's still shaking that off when she reappears out into the trees again, blinking and adjusting her glasses. It... takes her a second.
"Well, someone looks grim."
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"So I have often been told," Childermass replies, though he sounds more resigned than grim. Still, yeah, he probably fits in better at a funeral most of the time. Anyway, if he's going to be talking, it's time to dump the (already burned through) pipe tobacco out and put it out, then to put the pipe itself away. While he does that, he adds, "You're still looking for the missing workers?"
Is he really the first one back?
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She's not upset to be looking for them, she's upset to be unsuccessful. Nothing like spending hours and hours trying to accomplish something and getting jack-all to show for it.
She's not a fan. She wouldn't even be here now, in fact, not without something. She's keeping that to herself, though. No one needs to know how personal this has gotten for her.
"Ugh. Yeah. Soooo-rry, no prize for that one." She stretches both pairs of arms, clasping their fingers together above her and in front her before bending backwards and shutting her eyes.
When she straightens, she looks back at him with a more serious, alert look. This guy wouldn't be hanging around, asking about the search, unless he had a reason.
"So, what about you? Were you looking for me?"
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She's tired okay
"Oh."
Wait.
".... oh. Ohhhhhhhh." Oh, shit. Oh my God. She grabs him without really thinking about it, massive paws seizing him by the shoulders, talons digging into the fabric of his jacket. She leans right in, eyes narrowed, searching his face for a couple of seconds. Then she leans in closer to sniff him.
Then she pulls back, all business.
"You need to tell me everything! Immediately. But not here." She lets go with one claw, spinning him around to march him to her trailer. Sorry, Childermass. This is now an official interrogation.
he knows the feeling
Mari's reaction was startling enough, but the being spun around and shoved onward back across the carnival is downright insulting. It's reminiscent enough of how the agents handled him, too, which means he's tensing up and resisting more on instinct than by conscious thought.
"Madam, I can walk myself there without your help," he says after a second or two of that, after realizing the problem. At least he's making an effort to stay calm. "I have no plans on vanishing again the second you let go of me, I promise."