lostcarnival | You know where to find me/For no particular reason

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You know where to find me/For no particular reason

Who: Will Zimmerman & OPEN
What: Will is new to the carnival, come show him around. Or mess with him. Whatever.
When: Day 97
Where: Several places
Warnings: None yet

[Around the carnival]

Well, the first thing to do when you're in a new place is explore it. Especially since he was going to be working here and living here full-time for a while, it was definitely a smart idea to know how the Carnival was laid out.

He'd been through the public areas before, so of course the logical thing to do is to take a deep breath and start poking around behind the scenes, where casual carnival-goers weren't supposed to be. Anyone who sees him will get a friendly smile. "Hey! I was looking for where the animals are kept. I just got hired."

[Closed to Helen Magnus]

After some exploring, Will heads to the trailer park area. It doesn't take him long to find the trailer he was assigned to; it looked pretty small, but it was a trailer and he didn't exactly expect to have a lot of space based on that. Appearances could also be deceptive; he would have to see inside before he'd know exactly how much space he'd have.

Will hesitated a second before deciding to knock. He didn't know if he had a roommate yet, and just barging in wouldn't be the best way to start things off. He takes a step back, settling a friendly smile on his face as he waits to see if anyone will answer. He'll give it at least thirty seconds before he assumes no one's home.

[[Also if you want him anywhere else just hit me up or put it in a comment, I'm open to playing with anyone!]]

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The trailer door opens and Helen lets it swing all the way out as she takes in his very familiar face. Her own is pretty much the same, save for her intensely, incredibly blue eyes. In fact, they seem to almost glow faintly. Helen, for her part, breaks into an absolutely delighted smile.

"Ah, Will!" she said, "I did wonder when you were going to find your way here," she said, gesturing for him to come in. "I'll get some tea started, shall I? I can imagine you've a multitude of questions and fortunately, for once, I have ample time."

For Will's part, he just stares at her for a moment. It's not just that she's here already somehow, or that she either knew he was coming or suspected it when he'd had no idea that she was also here; it was her eyes. Her reactions scream 'Magnus' at him, so he thinks she's fine, but man... those eyes. They're going to take some getting used to.

He finally finds his voice, "Magnus, what... how long have you been here?!" Even as the incredulous tone blurts out of him, he's obeying her gesture and stepping inside. Tea sounds pretty good, and yeah... he does have some questions for her. It's good to hear that there's plenty of time to get everything figured out. That's a luxury he's grateful to have.

"Five, maybe six days, I think," she said, sounding a touch unsure. Her eyes have been steadily getting bluer, though, a fact that was surprising at first and now seems more normal than not. Or at least no more unusual than Sherlock Holmes with scales and a snake snout. That surprise, she's just going to let her good friend encounter himself. It will be, no doubt, priceless. She filled the water and put it on to heat, flicking the switch on the electric unit before moving to pull down two cups, a container of cubed sugar, and a tin of British Breakfast tea she'd absconded with from the cookhouse kitchen.

Once that has been done, she turned to lean against the counter, offering him a bemused smile.

"A carnival that moves through whole multiverses," Helen said, cradling an empty cup as the kettle ticked behind her. "I thought that I had encountered all manner of odd creatures and situations but this just might be near the top."

Edited 2017-05-16 07:53 (UTC)

"I have to admit, I feel a little better knowing you've never seen anything like this place either." He offers her a grin in return, moving to sit down in the first chair he sees.

Looking up at her, he folds his hands loosely and rests them on the table surface. "I'm not sure where to start... the Ringmaster explained a lot of it already. Um... Magnus, did you know your eyes are like... blue? Really, really blue?"

It was a little awkward just blurting it out like that but he had to get that one out there immediately or he'd die of restrained curiosity.

"Ah yes, the eyes," she murmurs. "They've been getting steadily bluer since my arrival. I should hope they're about finished, if they get any brighter I won't need a flashlight." Helen wrinkles her nose at the thought. "They do glow a little, enough to be seen in the dark. I'm still getting used to my reflection in the mirror as it can be disorienting, to say the least. I am sure it will be for you as well."

She gives him a searching look.

"No other structural or mental changes than the eyes though. I've been doing my best to keep a log of them, just in case it's needed." That means copious, detailed notes.

"...yeah." He knew that this was going to happen, of course. The Ringmaster had explained it all, but that didn't make it any less startling to see such strange eyes in a familiar face.

He nods, feeling relieved. "That's good, at least. I can deal with physical changes, honestly... it's the mental ones that bother me."

Don't worry about him, Magnus, he'll find a way to deal with it as it happens.

Scout pauses in the middle of stretches. She's gearing up to head back out into Mainframe, but she can spare a few. Her most obvious change is a huge tail with long, silky white hair, and small horns, and the gleam of her brass fingernails and coppery throat scales.

"More new people, huh?" He seems happier about the situation than she'd expect from someone who got contracted after breaking a rule, so maybe he's another voluntary. Scout has the sense that actually asking someone about contracts is a little rude, though. "Right over there, keep left. You're a new animal handler?"

"Yeah," he agrees, his grin going a little lopsided. "I just signed up for a tour of the multiverse, it should be fun." Mentioning the actual terms of the contract would probably lead to a long story so he'll just stick with that for now.

He looks in the direction she tells him to, nodding. "That's where I was told I'd be working, yup." A glance back at her, if only because she looks both really interesting and like nothing he's ever seen before. "Nothing I can't handle, hopefully. Do you work there too?"

"Tedious and annoying, sometimes, but we do have fun too! Hopefully you can keep out of the worse kinds of trouble." Working with the Carnival seems more dangerous these days than back during her first year here. There are a lot of troubles now.

"Oh, no. I work in repairs and scouting." She smiles. "Speaking of, I'm Tallisibeth, but my friends call me Scout."

He smiles at that. "Kind of sounds like home, actually." Goodness knows he's gotten into his own share of scrapes over the years, so he thinks he'll be alright.

"Well, I'm sure I'll be seeing you around, this place isn't that big." Kind of like a village, really. A very small village. "I'm Will Zimmerman." He offers a hand for her to shake, if she cares to take it. "Nice to meet you, Scout."

Scout nods. "Well, hopefully you'll settle in well. I think this is hardest on people with very routine lives, but anyway, even if the world outside carnival grounds changes a lot, the Carnival itself is recognizable."

It really is small. She clasps his hand, shaking when he makes that tiny motion; Scout's not always sure if people want to shake or clasp or do something else, since it so often varies. Her hands are callused. "Thanks, Will. So, you're probably starting out with cleaning up and stuff, right?"

The winged redhead with the humongous umbrella slung over his shoulder pauses as he's spoken to, blinking a few times to focus. Sorry for both his atrocious fashion sense (yes he's wearing flipflops) and slowness, Will. He's a bit.... out of it.

"Oh, yer workin' for Ginko, then?" he says after a moment, grinning fangily.

Will blinks at him, a little taken aback by what he's seeing. It's hard to know what to make of this guy--wings and fangs? He can't even begin to guess what sort of being this person was. Not that it really mattered, but it's always nice to know what you're dealing with.

"I guess?" He raises one shoulder, smiling apologetically. "I didn't really ask about the names of my coworkers, and I assumed the lady who gave me the contract was my only boss."

"Oh, there's rungs a leadership, y'know-" In liue of having a free hand to wiggle things around- he's kind of missing an arm, don't worry about it- Joker waggles his fingers a bit from around the umbrella handle. "S'like... Y'got the Ringmaster who runs the whole place, but each area of the carnival has its own person in charge of it under her- cookin', performance, y'know- and then after that it's just whoever's got experience."

He spins the umbrella a bit. "And Ginko's been takin' care of the animals for ages. He knows more about 'em than anyone else, I would wager."

Tamaki was on his way to the Big Top for some practice for his act, but he stops when someone suddenly calls out. He's clearly been in the Carnival for awhile - he's just over seven feet tall now, with about four inch tall, stubby horns on his head and green lines of what looks like some kind of code that occasionally run across the skin of his exposed arms like moving tattoos.

"...You work in the menagerie?" he asks, to clarify. He doesn't go there very often (too many scary things inside), but he knows where it is.

"Yep, that's right." Will tries very hard not to openly stare. He'd thought Big Guy was the tallest person he'd ever meet, but this guy has him beat with those horns. The tattoos are also very interesting, but he only gives him a cursory glance, much more interested in everything else the guy has going on.

Shaking himself mentally, he offers the person a smile and an open hand. "I'm Will, by the way. Will Zimmerman."

It feels a little silly to tack on a 'doctor' when he's going to be looking after animals, so he just leaves it off.

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