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lostcarnival2017-01-10 07:04 pm
fragileandsoft) wrote in lostcarnival2017-01-10 07:04 pm
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LMDMVIYH [OPEN]
Who: Greg and also others
Where: In the Backyard, or around the work tents
When: A couple days after leaving The Matrix
What: Some changes are hard to get used to. Some are welcome returns to familiarity.
Sometimes getting over a bad episode just takes time. Sometimes you need to accept you're not okay in order to start getting okay. Sometimes you need to almost get shot in order to recognize life's better spent enjoying things. Sometimes... sometimes you need to get a little indulgent.
A.
This time of day, a lot of people are probably at work--Greg hopes so anyway. He doesn't want anyone to get bothered by the rumbling of the engine as he rolls his way over to the Backyard... except, he doesn't want it badly enough to avoid blasting rock music from inside the garish, customized van. He keeps the windows rolled up, but the bassline can be heard thrumming through from a fair distance away. Anyone close can surely make out the emphatic squeal of guitar solos through the muffled music.
He can't help himself. He missed this baby, coughing engine and stained seats and all. Maybe he can take the long route back to the trailer... just to make sure the ol' wagon can keep up in this atmosphere... and to let this CD finish, you gotta listen to it all together to get the full experience....
B.
Also, he's finding it's a little hard to physically get around without the car without causing a little bit of a mess. Those little nubs on Greg's forehead have really started to sprout. Four small but undeniably growing antlers, covered in springy fresh moss for some reason, and also whatever else gets caught in them. As much as he's finally pulled out of his funk, Greg's made an effort to ignore them as if they're normal. Totally ordinary!
Thunking into doorframes is uncomfortable, but more embarrassing than painful. (Especially when trying to get in and out of the van.) It's once he hears the rrRRIP as he enters a tent that the bottom really falls out of Greg's stomach and he starts sputtering apologies as he tries to extract the cloth from his horns.
Where: In the Backyard, or around the work tents
When: A couple days after leaving The Matrix
What: Some changes are hard to get used to. Some are welcome returns to familiarity.
Sometimes getting over a bad episode just takes time. Sometimes you need to accept you're not okay in order to start getting okay. Sometimes you need to almost get shot in order to recognize life's better spent enjoying things. Sometimes... sometimes you need to get a little indulgent.
A.
This time of day, a lot of people are probably at work--Greg hopes so anyway. He doesn't want anyone to get bothered by the rumbling of the engine as he rolls his way over to the Backyard... except, he doesn't want it badly enough to avoid blasting rock music from inside the garish, customized van. He keeps the windows rolled up, but the bassline can be heard thrumming through from a fair distance away. Anyone close can surely make out the emphatic squeal of guitar solos through the muffled music.
He can't help himself. He missed this baby, coughing engine and stained seats and all. Maybe he can take the long route back to the trailer... just to make sure the ol' wagon can keep up in this atmosphere... and to let this CD finish, you gotta listen to it all together to get the full experience....
B.
Also, he's finding it's a little hard to physically get around without the car without causing a little bit of a mess. Those little nubs on Greg's forehead have really started to sprout. Four small but undeniably growing antlers, covered in springy fresh moss for some reason, and also whatever else gets caught in them. As much as he's finally pulled out of his funk, Greg's made an effort to ignore them as if they're normal. Totally ordinary!
Thunking into doorframes is uncomfortable, but more embarrassing than painful. (Especially when trying to get in and out of the van.) It's once he hears the rrRRIP as he enters a tent that the bottom really falls out of Greg's stomach and he starts sputtering apologies as he tries to extract the cloth from his horns.
b
When he sees the culprit trying to pull the fabric out of his horns, he can't help but laugh at the sight, unfortunately for Greg. The laughing causes him to lose his concentration, though, and he slips right off the silk he was hung on, falling-
onto the safety net. Bounce, bounce.
He's still laughing.
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"Ohh jeez. You okay up there, Tamaki?"
He's still got a strip of fabric dangling from his prongs.
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As though to demonstrate, he expertly clambers across the net and to one of the tent poles, descending the attached rope ladder in a flash.
"Do you need help, Greg-aniki?"