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lostcarnival2017-02-13 03:23 pm
detonarrator) wrote in lostcarnival2017-02-13 03:23 pm
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Meet n Greet!
Who: Sophie and youuuu. (and Sophie and Sans) (AND and Sophie and Carly)
What: Touring the carnival, seeing what's changed and what's stayed the same.
When: Post Atlantis.
Where: Wherever around the carnival, she's wandering.
Closed to Sans:
[So...Sans was the new warden huh. That is. Real weird. Not inconceivable or anything, but she's surprised he didn't just turn down the position. There's got to be some kind of story there, and she's itching to find out about it. Also she is required to report to her supervisor so that's convenient. Out of habit she starts heading to his old trailer, but no. He'd be in the supervisor's area now. She was literally thinking about him being a supervisor the entire time and did not realize he would have moved. It's really gonna take a bit to sink in. She does a heel face turn and starts heading back in the correct direction.
Aaaand before too long she gets there. Pokes around, reads some names on some doors, and finds Sans's trailer. Which has a cannon on it for some reason. Man what even happened while she was gone. She hesitates for a second before knocking. She'd left pretty abruptly. Or uh, entirely abruptly. Her contract was over, so it's not like it was totally unpredictable, but she hadn't really been planning to leave until the last minute. Then she got out before she had a chance to change her mind. She doesn't think Sans will hold a grudge or, even that he cared that much that she left but, with everything else that's changed who even knows? Waffling over it won't answer any of her questions though, so she shrugs off her doubts and knocks.]
Oi, you in there?
OPEN
[Sophie felt it was incredibly convenient that she'd rejoined the carnival during travel days. She knew how hectic things could get here even on the relatively normal stops, so getting a few days of down time to re-adjust to being here was nice. So right now she's giving herself a tour of the attractions, paying special interest to anything newly added since the last time she was here. Little's changed with the rides and the concessions. Most of the chance games and rigged contests were also just how she remembered but there was a slight variation here and there. She makes sure to look over each of those more carefully, and figure out which one was the most likely to get people riled up about it being unfair. Being a bouncer was only fun when you had people to bounce, and the aggravation of getting conned out of all their money was generally what caused the unruly behavior she then got to deal with. She interviews some game runners, asking if they'd had problems, and if so how the current bouncers were at their jobs.
The most change of course is in the Big Top. Almost none of the acts she remembers were being practiced, because almost none of the people who used to do them were here. She spends a good while observing rehearsals, sizing people up and generally watching the proceedings with clear interest, although it's hard to tell from her expression if she's enjoying what she's seeing, or hating it. She's not actively glaring, but she's got quite the case of resting bitch face. If an act particularly catches her eye, she'll watch until the performer is finished, then try to pass on a compliment when they head out. Things she has learned since the last time she was here: not interacting with people means you don't talk to or see anyone, which sucks over extended periods of time.
Finally, she heads to the mess hall. She's got to inform at least somebody on kitchen duty about her vampiric diet and figure out the logistics of keeping her fed.]
Closed to Carly:
[Again she feels that hint of guilt. It's a little worse this time than with Sans. Sans was definitely her friend, and they got along really well, but he was very much a go with the flow kind of person. Water, duck's back, all that stuff. Things got to him sure, but they didn't really lean on each other that much or anything. Carly on the other hand. They'd been roommates for crying out loud. Sophie'd had basically one of her first successful attempts at Comforting a Person with her. She really had cared about Carly, but again she'd just. Bolted.
It's far to similar to her current actions and predicaments than she likes to think about, but the parallels are so obvious even she can't ignore them. Well she'll think of this like a trial run for her eventual reunion with Foster a year down the line. She'd grown up so much the last year she'd spent here, surely she'd be able to pull it off again, one way or another. So she knocks, no rough greeting this time, mostly because she's not quite sure what to say yet.]
What: Touring the carnival, seeing what's changed and what's stayed the same.
When: Post Atlantis.
Where: Wherever around the carnival, she's wandering.
Closed to Sans:
[So...Sans was the new warden huh. That is. Real weird. Not inconceivable or anything, but she's surprised he didn't just turn down the position. There's got to be some kind of story there, and she's itching to find out about it. Also she is required to report to her supervisor so that's convenient. Out of habit she starts heading to his old trailer, but no. He'd be in the supervisor's area now. She was literally thinking about him being a supervisor the entire time and did not realize he would have moved. It's really gonna take a bit to sink in. She does a heel face turn and starts heading back in the correct direction.
Aaaand before too long she gets there. Pokes around, reads some names on some doors, and finds Sans's trailer. Which has a cannon on it for some reason. Man what even happened while she was gone. She hesitates for a second before knocking. She'd left pretty abruptly. Or uh, entirely abruptly. Her contract was over, so it's not like it was totally unpredictable, but she hadn't really been planning to leave until the last minute. Then she got out before she had a chance to change her mind. She doesn't think Sans will hold a grudge or, even that he cared that much that she left but, with everything else that's changed who even knows? Waffling over it won't answer any of her questions though, so she shrugs off her doubts and knocks.]
Oi, you in there?
OPEN
[Sophie felt it was incredibly convenient that she'd rejoined the carnival during travel days. She knew how hectic things could get here even on the relatively normal stops, so getting a few days of down time to re-adjust to being here was nice. So right now she's giving herself a tour of the attractions, paying special interest to anything newly added since the last time she was here. Little's changed with the rides and the concessions. Most of the chance games and rigged contests were also just how she remembered but there was a slight variation here and there. She makes sure to look over each of those more carefully, and figure out which one was the most likely to get people riled up about it being unfair. Being a bouncer was only fun when you had people to bounce, and the aggravation of getting conned out of all their money was generally what caused the unruly behavior she then got to deal with. She interviews some game runners, asking if they'd had problems, and if so how the current bouncers were at their jobs.
The most change of course is in the Big Top. Almost none of the acts she remembers were being practiced, because almost none of the people who used to do them were here. She spends a good while observing rehearsals, sizing people up and generally watching the proceedings with clear interest, although it's hard to tell from her expression if she's enjoying what she's seeing, or hating it. She's not actively glaring, but she's got quite the case of resting bitch face. If an act particularly catches her eye, she'll watch until the performer is finished, then try to pass on a compliment when they head out. Things she has learned since the last time she was here: not interacting with people means you don't talk to or see anyone, which sucks over extended periods of time.
Finally, she heads to the mess hall. She's got to inform at least somebody on kitchen duty about her vampiric diet and figure out the logistics of keeping her fed.]
Closed to Carly:
[Again she feels that hint of guilt. It's a little worse this time than with Sans. Sans was definitely her friend, and they got along really well, but he was very much a go with the flow kind of person. Water, duck's back, all that stuff. Things got to him sure, but they didn't really lean on each other that much or anything. Carly on the other hand. They'd been roommates for crying out loud. Sophie'd had basically one of her first successful attempts at Comforting a Person with her. She really had cared about Carly, but again she'd just. Bolted.
It's far to similar to her current actions and predicaments than she likes to think about, but the parallels are so obvious even she can't ignore them. Well she'll think of this like a trial run for her eventual reunion with Foster a year down the line. She'd grown up so much the last year she'd spent here, surely she'd be able to pull it off again, one way or another. So she knocks, no rough greeting this time, mostly because she's not quite sure what to say yet.]
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So how'd you get stuck with this gig in the first place? Never really saw you as being the management type.
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[That part comes easily enough - not defensive, but just as a plain declaration to fact.]
But... Kiwani went and got killed during this whole vampire fiasco that happened months ago. [The old Warden. Her name is said with some degree of regret.] 'N after that... I guess there weren't enough bodies around to be picky, and the RM asked me to take the job.
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She's not exactly sad...she's never been very good at mourning, and when she first left it's not like she expected to see any of them again anyway so for her personally not much has changed. But there's plenty of shock and confusion. She's just having trouble wrapping her head around it. Just like Sans being the warden it didn't fit. But she guesses in context now it sort of does. It's a long quiet period before she talks again. She's not looking at him now, staring somewhere off into the distance.]
...what vampire fiasco?
[The question is soft, and it's not really the one she expected to ask first, but now that it's out there she realizes she wants to know.]
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We ended up going to this planet that was openly ruled by the local vampire population. Mostly we just did our usual thing, but then... well, you know how the RM likes to stick her nose into things. I guess she was trying to do good works or something, but after the Nightrider finished assassinating some of those vampire overlords, they managed to follow her crew back to the carnival somehow.
They attacked us when we weren't expecting it. Fighting went on for a while until we pushed 'em out. Some people died, and it kind of killed the mood for a lot of us afterwards.
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How much did I ever tell you about where I'm from? Cause the whole 'Shitty Vampire Government' thing is what we've got going on too. And murdering various blood sucking politicians is uh...my job now. Like really it's how I pay rent. I'm an assassin back home now.
[Granted, 'good works' isn't applicable to her particular murder sprees. Normally she's hired by other vampires actually. Just a piece being shuffled around the board of stupid immortal politics. God she wishes she could have been around to actually work to cripple a group like that. But...looks like it hadn't turned out all that well for them.
With Kiwani going down, Sophie's not surprised so many people she knew before aren't here anymore. There were a few longstanding veterans missing that she would have assumed were going to spend the rest of their lives at the carnival. Well...maybe they had. Either way, the abundance of new blood makes sense now. She sighs.]
So you got forced into it huh? Now you're just waiting for somebody minimally qualified to show up?
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[It's said with a note of familiar humour. Though it's honestly sort of weird having vampires in the carnival, now. Not that he's concerned about Sophie himself, who knows how the newer veterans might feel.]
Forced is a strong word, though. The RM went after me for it, but I accepted on my own terms. Even if it was basically a huge joke from the start. Seniority means a lot more than experience around here - plenty of newbies have trickled through with plenty of skill but none of 'em have had the chance to be around longer than a few months.
[Plus, stepping down would honestly be sort of embarrassing at this point, thanks to his newly developed sense of shame.]
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Well...don't go looking at me to relieve you. I hate handling people things.
[Does she mean 'things to do with people' or 'people or things similar enough to people'? Both. She means both.]
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[He chortles drunkenly and the eventually stops, looking away awkwardly.]
Nah. I'm not lookin' to go anywhere. I've got business I need to take care of... and I guess this was a good way to make some progress on it.
[He's quiet for a moment, and then:]
My brother showed up.
[He wouldn't have actually told her about his brother at any point, so that may seem out of nowhere. It could have been Sans's best kept secret, if it weren't for the fact that pretty much every part of Sans is a secret.]
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[She's surprised, but not overwhelmingly. There's no betrayal or 'how come you never told me!!' sort of tone in her voice. She didn't talk a lot, (or at all actually), about her family and it's not the kind of thing she would have thought to ask about. She has a younger brother herself that she's pretty sure she's never mentioned. If people didn't bring up their past or their own world voluntarily, she didn't ask. Everybody had their reasons to be here, and for plenty of people 'home' was a pretty sore subject, herself included.
Honestly she didn't even know if Sans even had parents or how he yknow....existed. She kind of assumed necromancy of some sort, in which case maybe he had a family while he was alive?
Suddenly she has a lot of questions, and doesn't really know where to start. That first one hardly counted, it was more of an immediate reaction, and practically rhetorical. There's barely a pause between it and what she says next.]
Is he human, or like, alive? Or bones and stuff, like you?
[Unbeknownst to her there sure is a lot to unpack in that question. Her tendency to make an ass out of herself through assumptions has apparently not diminished in the slightest over the past decade.]