From the moment the meat hits the flame

[fragileandsoft]

Who: All those not gone to hell.
When: Evening Day 67 - Day 68
Where: The cookhouse
What: Stress cooking, stress eating, general stress.
Note: General mingle thread!

Many have been taken, many have gone after, and those who remain have little else to do but wait for the results on the other end. For once, the carnival is very, very quiet.

Though the rides are shut down, the games are still, the attractions unattended, there's still one central place for people to gather. All the kitchen staff has gone, but the lights in the cookhouse remain on, and the smell of food still wafts through the air. Anyone not content to wait alone would do well to look here for company and comfort.

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[mylastchance]

Lauren nods, honestly a bit impressed by the depth of Lars feeling. He didn't have anyone at home he was desperate to see. The thought makes him grimace.

"You won't be stuck here forever."

[mossbuds]

"I know that," Lars admits with a little bit of a snap, clapping his hands over his face in embarrassment at himself, his cheeks red. "I would die if she saw me like this anyway, so whatever. I don't care."

Even though... Lars just, sort of professed a great bit about how much he cares, but... YOU KNOW.

[mylastchance]

He can't help feeling like Lars assessment in this case might not be the most accurate.

"You don't think she'd be happy too?"

[mossbuds]

"I dunno! Augh!"

Lars thuds his head on the table, then looks at Lauren, gesticulating at him with all four of his fingers closed together.

"Like—okay, from her vantage point, she woulda just seen me the other day, prolly! So all'a sudden, my teeth would be lookin' like a bed'a nails, my gums n' tongue're all purple and my eyes are just plain freaky. If I was her, I'd prolly be pretty wigged out. Not a super big turn-on."

He rests his cheek on his palm, lifting himself up from being flopped on the table a bit, scowling as he glances away.

"...Anyway, it doesn't matter."

He pauses, looking back at Lauren rather suddenly.

"What about you, man?" His tone is almost accusatory. LESS TALKING ABOUT HIMSELF, PLS.

[mylastchance]

He was going to comment on that, as he's sure if their positions were reversed Lars would be relieved to see a familiar face, but then Lars is asking Lauren and he's suddenly at a bit of a loss for what to say. He looks away, trying to keep his composure.

"I was dating someone for a while, but it didn't work out."

[mossbuds]

Lars shrugs a shoulder, observing Lauren. Imagine that. Lauren wasn't super charming, so that figured. Well, he wasn't often that charming...

"Shit happens."

He scoffs a little.

"Dating's friggin' overrated, anyway."

The learned wisdom of an inexperienced 17 year old.

[mylastchance]

He slumps in his seat. He'd liked dating personally, though the break up part definitely sucked.

"I'm just happy she survived."

A sentence that makes absolutely no since if you are not Lauren.

[mossbuds]

Lars pauses. He knows it's probably something super serious, but—

—he can't break into guffaws anyway, half attempting to stifle some of them behind his hand.

"What, datin' you?! Bahahahaha!!"

[mylastchance]

Lauren blushes, a bit more noticeable now that his skin is green.

"Yeah well, that too."

[mossbuds]

Lars lets out a big sigh between his uproarious laughs, which soon are just a couple of dorky chuckles.

"Oh, man. Y'really walked into that one."

He wipes the corner of his eye. It... wasn't intentional, at all, but that's definitely cheered Lars up.