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lostcarnival2016-12-18 04:34 pm
puddingemote) wrote in lostcarnival2016-12-18 04:34 pm
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[OPEN] Home Again, Home Again
WHO: Tamaki and you
WHAT: Tamaki has been released by the agents and has returned to the carnival.
WHERE: Around the carnival
WHEN: D33.
WARNINGS: Maybe torture mention? Body horror? Idk.
A: Carnival Grounds
It's late afternoon when Tamaki stumbles from one of the telephones and back into the forest surrounding the carnival. He's clearly shaken, eyes wide and frantic as he moves with staggering steps away from the phone, but he seems to be physically unharmed.
He nearly collapses in relief when he reaches the carnival gates. The cheery lights of the game booths and the smells from the cookhouse seem to warm him, though there's still fear that shrouds his heart. He's missed some of his performances - and not only that, but he gave up information about the carnival, and about his coworkers, to bad people with guns.
Is he in trouble? Tamaki's not sure. But he'd rather be in trouble here than back there.
With halting and confused steps, he slowly tries to make his way back toward the trailers. Whatever awaits him, he thinks he should start there.
B: Cookhouse
It's later that evening when Tamaki sneaks his way into the cookhouse. Food will probably make him feel better; it usually does. It doesn't help that lately he's felt utterly starved all the time. It's probably due to all the growth spurts - the Director had said she didn't think he was through with them yet.
Indeed, he is quite a bit taller than when he first joined the carnival over a month ago. A whole foot taller, in fact, now at seven feet tall. He hasn't really noticed, other than it's suddenly gotten more difficult to fit through doorways and he keeps growing out of clothes. But it's not a big deal, right?
He hunkers down with his food in a far, dark corner, hopefully away from anyone else. He doesn't feel like being around any strangers right now, particularly carnival guests. He doesn't want to run into any more of those men in suits and sunglasses, and be dragged back to that awful white room where they asked him too many questions and frightened him when he couldn't answer.
He's digging into his food when he notices something on his hand. It's glowing green, like the numbers on a digital clock, except it's not just numbers, but whole lines of something. Tamaki doesn't recognize it, but anyone who works with computers would be able to see that it's definitely lines of some kind of coding language.
The lines scroll over his knuckles and across the back of his hand, circling his thumb before sliding up his arm. With an, "Ah!" Tamaki drops his spoon and yanks his sleeve up, watching in horror as the lines continue up before suddenly fading away like they were never there.
"What wast that!?"
WHAT: Tamaki has been released by the agents and has returned to the carnival.
WHERE: Around the carnival
WHEN: D33.
WARNINGS: Maybe torture mention? Body horror? Idk.
A: Carnival Grounds
It's late afternoon when Tamaki stumbles from one of the telephones and back into the forest surrounding the carnival. He's clearly shaken, eyes wide and frantic as he moves with staggering steps away from the phone, but he seems to be physically unharmed.
He nearly collapses in relief when he reaches the carnival gates. The cheery lights of the game booths and the smells from the cookhouse seem to warm him, though there's still fear that shrouds his heart. He's missed some of his performances - and not only that, but he gave up information about the carnival, and about his coworkers, to bad people with guns.
Is he in trouble? Tamaki's not sure. But he'd rather be in trouble here than back there.
With halting and confused steps, he slowly tries to make his way back toward the trailers. Whatever awaits him, he thinks he should start there.
B: Cookhouse
It's later that evening when Tamaki sneaks his way into the cookhouse. Food will probably make him feel better; it usually does. It doesn't help that lately he's felt utterly starved all the time. It's probably due to all the growth spurts - the Director had said she didn't think he was through with them yet.
Indeed, he is quite a bit taller than when he first joined the carnival over a month ago. A whole foot taller, in fact, now at seven feet tall. He hasn't really noticed, other than it's suddenly gotten more difficult to fit through doorways and he keeps growing out of clothes. But it's not a big deal, right?
He hunkers down with his food in a far, dark corner, hopefully away from anyone else. He doesn't feel like being around any strangers right now, particularly carnival guests. He doesn't want to run into any more of those men in suits and sunglasses, and be dragged back to that awful white room where they asked him too many questions and frightened him when he couldn't answer.
He's digging into his food when he notices something on his hand. It's glowing green, like the numbers on a digital clock, except it's not just numbers, but whole lines of something. Tamaki doesn't recognize it, but anyone who works with computers would be able to see that it's definitely lines of some kind of coding language.
The lines scroll over his knuckles and across the back of his hand, circling his thumb before sliding up his arm. With an, "Ah!" Tamaki drops his spoon and yanks his sleeve up, watching in horror as the lines continue up before suddenly fading away like they were never there.
"What wast that!?"
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"If you're tired, we should go back to the trailer. I can let Joker know you're here and you'll need some time to recover if you haven't seen him yet, but you should get as much sleep as you need."
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"Yeah. Let's go back."
He's pretty sure he could sleep for a week. But he wonders if he'll really be allowed to take that much time off - Joker is nice, but the carnival is short-staffed. He doesn't want to leave holes.
Well, one thing at a time. He's definitely too tired to do anything related to performing tonight.
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"If you want, I can make you something when we get back, too. Whatever you want! Or the best I can do with what we've got at the trailer, anyway."
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There's a heavy feeling of things being wrong in his stomach, and he just wants to feel normal and safe again.
Still, he offers up his opinion. "Soup? And something sweet?"
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"Of course! I'll put tea on, too, and you can just relax tonight." At least one of them will get to. Mitsuki's going to be watching Tamaki like a hawk, so while there's a measure of relaxation that comes with his friend being home again, it's not going to be a restful night for him by any stretch.
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"Okay."
He's glad he has Mitsuki to depend on. Having someone willing to take care of him, so he can rest, is all he really wants right now.
They get to the trailer soon enough, and Tamaki collapses straight onto Mitsuki's bed. He doesn't feel like climbing up to his own bunk at the moment.