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lostcarnival2017-01-12 12:24 pm
dorkypantsuit) wrote in lostcarnival2017-01-12 12:24 pm
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This is not how healthy individuals deal with their problems.
Who: Psi and Open
What: Drinking Alien Booze
Where: The Cookhouse and Around (see prompts)
When: Right after the supervisor meeting.
Warnings: People using alcohol in unhealthy ways. Drunkenness. Adult language highly likely.
He takes to the air as soon as the meeting is over, sick of looking at that weird symbol and sick of listening to everybody talk about what to do next. All the other supervisors seemed to feel like some kind of violent response was necessary. Perhaps in their minds if the carnival didn't respond it would allow the vampires a second chance to attack. The Psionic, however, didn't agree with that line of thinking. The reality was that none of them had any way of knowing if the vampires were considering a second attack or not. The Psionic really didn't see anything wrong with getting rid of sygil and leaving it at that. It was weakening the wards, so of course they needed to remove it, but so long as the wards could be fixed they were safe here.
Even as he thinks that he can't help but feel some small sense of doubt. Even if he did feel that way, everyone else seemed to disagree. Was he missing something that seemed obvious to everyone else? Maybe they knew something he didn't. It's those sorts of fears and anxieties that begin to emerge as he flies. He doesn't want to remember the first attack, but the images come unbidden as his worries grow. Would a kid as young as Bonnie be forced to defend herself from beings like that? Miko and Lars were older. They were a bit more capable and a bit more annoying, but could they truly stand up to a foe like that?
It's nights like these when the Psionic misses his Alternian companions most. They had always know what to say and do. Their absence stings tonight in a way it hasn't in a long time, so where he ends up doing really isn't much of a surprise.
I. The Cookhouse
When he finds the bottle he holds it up victoriously. The drink inside appears to be a truly distressing shade of fluorescent lavender. He smiles before twisting off the top and pouring himself a drink. It's an Alternian liquor, or at least that's what the label seems to imply.
"This stuff is the best. Here, try this." And if you're nearby he pours you a drink. Even if you're not that nearby he'll probably end up calling you over. "This is what real liquor tastes like."
II. Around the Carnival
He's just a little bit drunk right now. He isn't stumbling, but his psionics seem to be going off much more frequently then normal.
"Hey, you! You!" he shouts loudly as he see's you walking by. He rapidly waves your character over before excitedly asking them, "Truth or dare?"
III. Supervisor Grove
Now he's really really drunk. He probably should not have drank that entire bottle, but it's too late for regrets now. His head is spinning, which is annoying, and he keeps wobbling a bit as he tries to balance himself. He stumbles, tries to catch himself with his own psionics, misjudges the force and ends up pushing himself flat on his back in the opposite direction. There's the thud of his body hitting the ground before before he just starts laughing hysterically. He makes no attempt to get up whatsoever.
What: Drinking Alien Booze
Where: The Cookhouse and Around (see prompts)
When: Right after the supervisor meeting.
Warnings: People using alcohol in unhealthy ways. Drunkenness. Adult language highly likely.
He takes to the air as soon as the meeting is over, sick of looking at that weird symbol and sick of listening to everybody talk about what to do next. All the other supervisors seemed to feel like some kind of violent response was necessary. Perhaps in their minds if the carnival didn't respond it would allow the vampires a second chance to attack. The Psionic, however, didn't agree with that line of thinking. The reality was that none of them had any way of knowing if the vampires were considering a second attack or not. The Psionic really didn't see anything wrong with getting rid of sygil and leaving it at that. It was weakening the wards, so of course they needed to remove it, but so long as the wards could be fixed they were safe here.
Even as he thinks that he can't help but feel some small sense of doubt. Even if he did feel that way, everyone else seemed to disagree. Was he missing something that seemed obvious to everyone else? Maybe they knew something he didn't. It's those sorts of fears and anxieties that begin to emerge as he flies. He doesn't want to remember the first attack, but the images come unbidden as his worries grow. Would a kid as young as Bonnie be forced to defend herself from beings like that? Miko and Lars were older. They were a bit more capable and a bit more annoying, but could they truly stand up to a foe like that?
It's nights like these when the Psionic misses his Alternian companions most. They had always know what to say and do. Their absence stings tonight in a way it hasn't in a long time, so where he ends up doing really isn't much of a surprise.
I. The Cookhouse
When he finds the bottle he holds it up victoriously. The drink inside appears to be a truly distressing shade of fluorescent lavender. He smiles before twisting off the top and pouring himself a drink. It's an Alternian liquor, or at least that's what the label seems to imply.
"This stuff is the best. Here, try this." And if you're nearby he pours you a drink. Even if you're not that nearby he'll probably end up calling you over. "This is what real liquor tastes like."
II. Around the Carnival
He's just a little bit drunk right now. He isn't stumbling, but his psionics seem to be going off much more frequently then normal.
"Hey, you! You!" he shouts loudly as he see's you walking by. He rapidly waves your character over before excitedly asking them, "Truth or dare?"
III. Supervisor Grove
Now he's really really drunk. He probably should not have drank that entire bottle, but it's too late for regrets now. His head is spinning, which is annoying, and he keeps wobbling a bit as he tries to balance himself. He stumbles, tries to catch himself with his own psionics, misjudges the force and ends up pushing himself flat on his back in the opposite direction. There's the thud of his body hitting the ground before before he just starts laughing hysterically. He makes no attempt to get up whatsoever.
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"Why do you do that anyway?" he asks, letting his glass stay empty for the moment. "You got to look out for yourself better if you want to sick around here, you know?"
Unless Ginko really was in desperate need of a moirail. Psi blushes at the thought, his freckles briefly growing a bit brighter before he refocuses his thought.
"You seem smart enough to be able to do something like that."
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"If I'd actually been in danger of dying, I probably would've tried to head for medical sooner... but I wasn't. Only made sense to look around and see if there was anyone else who needed help."
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"You didn't know whether you were in danger of dying." he says forcefully. He tries to make himself calm down, but it's harder when he's been drinking. A purple spark lights up in the air around his horns before flashing out of existence again.
He can understand wanting to help out, but Ginko never even once thought about his own safety. Whether it was the goat legs thing or getting shot, he never wanted to listen to what anyone else had to say. He absolutely needed a moirail. Psi could do it, not that he would, but he could. Maybe usually he was the one getting calmed down, but that didn't mean it had to be that way if someone needed it.
He pours his drink, trying to think logically about this once more.
"What if something happened to you? What would Tanyuu think? Or any of the other people your friends with here. Would they be happy you're always taking these kinds of unnecessary risks?"
God, he sounds like someone's lusus. He scrubs his face, with his hands trying to wash the feeling away.
"Today sucks."
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Ginko keeps scowling at his cup before downing the rest of its contents. He coughs a bit at the sharp burn of it - definitely stronger than anything he's used to - before speaking up again. "Tanyuu knows. Don't think she likes it, but she knows I'm not gonna die all that easily. I've lived this long, after all."
He snorts and rests his chin in his hand. "That, I won't argue with."
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Psi tries to imagine someone close to him telling him to take better care of himself. While usually that could of request would only cause him to roll his eyes, if they had asked urgently and sincerely he'd like to think he would have listened to them, in most situations anyway. If he had to pick between saving someone else's life or saving his own he knew instantly what choice he would make. This situation wasn't like that though. Another person's life wasn't going to be in jeopardy just because Ginko decided to stay still instead of walking around.
Even if Ginko had found someone injured the Psionic doubted he'd have been able to do anything about it. Psi had already started combing the carnival for the injured by the time the danger had passed. With the Psionic's wings there was no doubt he would do a much better job of it than Ginko. Maybe that was why Ginko had been so much easier to boss around this time.
Those thoughts are left behind as Ginko chokes down the drink in his cup. The Psionic smiles and laughs. He reaches across the table to clasp Ginko's arm.
"You alright there? Don't choke to death on me now."
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He pulls back, pouring himself some more. He'd do the same for Ginko, but he doesn't want the human to feel obligated at the moment. "You can have some more if you like."
"I know you'll fight it, but we got other people who can help out if you want to take it easy the next few days."
Really, they were shorthanded now more than ever, but whatever. It's hard to manhandle dangerous creatures when you can't even move your own arm.
"Zecora might kill you if you mess up your arm again before it's fully healed." He flashes Ginko a smile that's all teeth. "I might kill you too."
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His smile dampens a little, but doesn't fade entirely. "...I would rather keep working, if it's alright with you. But I'll try and stick to lighter stuff. Don't really want to deal with your wrath and Zecora's at the same time."
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He lifts up two fingers when he says it, just to emphasize the point. Of course, whether Zecora's temper was truly worse or not was anyone's guess. It was true that Psi didn't get angry a lot, but then again neither did Zecora. It was a topic that needed more direct study and observation before anything conclusive could be said either way.
As for the liquor, Psi is more than happy to have more of it for himself.
"This is from Alternia." he says, picking up the cup and admiring it for a second. He wonders briefly if he'd said that already, but can't recall. His mind is getting a bit fuzzy from all the drinking he's done.
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But at least it sounds like Psi isn't going to forbid him from working this time - something he's pretty glad for. He feels like he'd lose his mind having to take time off because of an injury so soon after the whole mess with his legs.
He shifts his arm a little, trying to get his elbow more firmly on the table so he can lean on it more, because keeping one's head upright with one's own neck muscles is for people who haven't consumed the equivalent of like seven shots of hard liquor. "Yeah? Is liquor there usually made for drinking, or cleaning wounds?"
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"I mean, either I think?" he coughs again still covering his mouth with his arm, but you can hear the smile in his voice. He's clearly amused.
"Makes sense to use it if you can't afford highbl- I mean fancy stuff." he shakes his head reminding himself to stick to human words. "Best just to not get injured really."
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"Hah, yeah. Easier said than done, though. 'N I mean, that's how it was back where I'm from, dunno if it was... the same for you? Or better or worse. Probably one of those."
Yeah it's probably good that he's not drinking more.
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"You mean, not getting injured or affording fucking bandages or something?" He's not slurring, and he's still coherent, but the purple beverage is definitely starting to have an effect on him.
While things on Alternia were most definitely "better or worse" than things on Earth, Psi can't say either for certain until he knows just what exactly is being compared. Again, normally Ginko rambling like that might be cause for concern, but right now Psi is too relaxed to worry about anything.
"Because I think trolls probably attack each other more frequently than humans, but I also think we have thicker skins than you guys do."
And speaking of skin, as he talks he turns his hand over so his palm is pressed against Ginko's.
"Bandages and stuff like that though, people usually just make do with whatever they have on hand. I think it depends on where you live and who your moirail is."
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He nods thoughtfully, staring at their hands. "Yeah...? Might kind of balance out that way. Too bad about the... attacking thing, though."
Hang on there was a word there he didn't know - though it takes him a couple moments to pick up on it. "Who your what is?"
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"It's a kind of relationship." This was always something that was hard to explain. "We have four different kinds of romantic partners who serve different roles. You guys only have one so it always gets me confused."
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"Yeah?" One of his ears flops forward curiously. "How're they different?"
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"Well, like... A moirail is someone who sees your flaws. Most of the time if someone notices your flaws they'll think you're weak. Maybe they even try to take advantage of them to kill you. A moirail see's your weakness and wants to help you instead. It's a relationship that makes you into a better stronger person."
He looks at the table as he thinks about it, and see's Ginko's hand still in his. He moves his fingers a bit, feeling the sensitive skin along the human's wrist. Every relationship was good in it's own way, but being a moirail meant something special, at least, it did to the Psionic. It meant no matter how much of a fuck up you were you'd always have someone by your side.
"I guess it's a cliche, but most people like going to their moirail for help if they get hurt. So if you got a rich moirail maybe you'll get the good bandages even if you're poor as shit. If you're rich, you might get the shit bandages from a poor moirail, but that makes it mean more I think, because they want to give you the best they got."
Wow, that was so cheesey. He can't even believe he just said that. He takes another sip from his drink, if only so he can have something in his mouth and stop talking and sounding like a moron.
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He's quiet for another couple seconds after the Psionic finishes talking, letting his brain work through what was just said.
"...Sounds like a good thing to have. For both people, on both ends, y'know? Like if your... you moirail needs help, there's something to be said for the chance to be able to help them, as well as them being there for you, I guess. It seems pretty great."
He gives a quiet laugh. "I mean, s'not like I know, but... I don't know. I'm glad that's something you guys have."