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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.
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"Looks like you did too." He gets up and heads over to the van and driver. "I didn't even know there was a van here. Where'd you find it?" Jimmy is clearly impressed by Greg's scrounging skills, or luck. Possibly both. Yeah, it's a beater van, but it's a van, and more importantly, it runs.
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"There wasn't, up 'til now." Greg straightens up a little bit to preen. Not too straight, though. There's already a couple marks on the roof from those horns. "This one's my car, straight from home! The Ringmaster brought it over to help with work, and threw in all my old stuff in it for no extra charge." He thinks. "Well, she didn't mention an extra charge."
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"Yeah. It beats kitchens and dishwashers by a long shot." Especially with the cap covering up his own transformations (and making him feel a little bit like he's making a big deal over nothing with how much everyone else has changed, honestly) walking around in the kitchens with the burners, oven and dishwasher going makes it a fun time.
Another stretch and he gets up, walking over to the van so he doesn't have to shout. "You're probably fine, then? She seems like someone that if she doesn't say that there's a deal, there isn't one? It seems super specific with her." A pause, then he offers a hand up for Greg. "The name's Jimmy. Jimmy Novak. It's good to meet you."