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lostcarnival2017-06-07 11:32 pm
coffincomfort) wrote in lostcarnival2017-06-07 11:32 pm
Entry tags:
Fashionably... Late? If Hot Topic is a Fashion
Who: Vincent, Sans, Lambert
When: Uh haha
Where: Sans' Trailer, The Lake
What: Vincent checks in with his two new supervisors.
Warnings: Hmmm.
Sans
Tracking down Sans is really, really easy. It's just a matter of walking across the carnival to reach his trailer, his hot dog in his human--er, reptilian?--hand. It's not a long walk, but it gives him time to enjoy it.
He's also enjoying the sunshine... blue skies, no need for stealth. He clanks a little as he walks; his boots can be silent if he wishes them to be, but he doesn't really care to. Even Vincent can be a little like that sometimes. He just pretends not to be.
But all good things must come to an end. By the time he reaches Sans' trailer, the hot dog is gone, and he's left only with a little mustard on his claws, which he stares at for a second before giving up and just... licking it off.
Shaking hands with Sans isn't a great idea anyway, so he won't worry about it.
Walking up to the trailer's orange door, he lifts his organic hand and knocks.
Lambert
Vincent isn't expecting to find Mari at the Carnival. He already knows where she is, although it took the Ringmaster's explanation to put the pieces together. Introductions are Vincent's least favourite interaction, so he's not looking forward to this. He's working from a list of the supervisor's most likely haunts, and after checking out an empty trailer and the new training ground (when did that happen, he has to wonder), he's left with a lake that definitely hadn't been there when he left.
Bypassing the noisy, difficult underbrush, Vincent moves liquid* through the trees. No. Literally. He'd be mildly concerned about even finding the man, considering how he needs to make his way there through tangled forest, but after getting the new Nightrider's description from the Ringmaster... it turns out he's not a very difficult individual to get a visual on.
Which is how Lambert will find that whatever he's doing by the water's edge... he's being watched.
When: Uh haha
Where: Sans' Trailer, The Lake
What: Vincent checks in with his two new supervisors.
Warnings: Hmmm.
Sans
Tracking down Sans is really, really easy. It's just a matter of walking across the carnival to reach his trailer, his hot dog in his human--er, reptilian?--hand. It's not a long walk, but it gives him time to enjoy it.
He's also enjoying the sunshine... blue skies, no need for stealth. He clanks a little as he walks; his boots can be silent if he wishes them to be, but he doesn't really care to. Even Vincent can be a little like that sometimes. He just pretends not to be.
But all good things must come to an end. By the time he reaches Sans' trailer, the hot dog is gone, and he's left only with a little mustard on his claws, which he stares at for a second before giving up and just... licking it off.
Shaking hands with Sans isn't a great idea anyway, so he won't worry about it.
Walking up to the trailer's orange door, he lifts his organic hand and knocks.
Lambert
Vincent isn't expecting to find Mari at the Carnival. He already knows where she is, although it took the Ringmaster's explanation to put the pieces together. Introductions are Vincent's least favourite interaction, so he's not looking forward to this. He's working from a list of the supervisor's most likely haunts, and after checking out an empty trailer and the new training ground (when did that happen, he has to wonder), he's left with a lake that definitely hadn't been there when he left.
Bypassing the noisy, difficult underbrush, Vincent moves liquid* through the trees. No. Literally. He'd be mildly concerned about even finding the man, considering how he needs to make his way there through tangled forest, but after getting the new Nightrider's description from the Ringmaster... it turns out he's not a very difficult individual to get a visual on.
Which is how Lambert will find that whatever he's doing by the water's edge... he's being watched.