[OPEN] 3 Spoopy 5 Me

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Who: Tamaki and Anyone!
When: Post Day 145
Where: The Summerlands
What: Tamaki's realized he kept a... useful ability from his time as a ghost.
Warnings: Depends on what you want to talk about.

The first time he'd used it had been an accident; without even really thinking about it, Tamaki started to walk through the wall of the cookhouse like he used to as a ghost and-

Well. He crashed into it. Fell flat on his butt, actually. It took him a moment to remember that oh yeah, he's solid again. Walking through walls isn't really a thing he can do anymore.

Though he'd still been a bit curious to see if he really couldn't get through the wall anymore; being able to phase through things easily was really the only nice thing about being a ghost. He'd leaned against the wall of the cookhouse, remembering the way it felt to be completely weightless, just a person-shaped mass of soul energy that could go anywhere-

And then he fell through and landed on his face. Welp.

That little bit of slapstick dispatched, Tamaki was eager to try out his new ability on the Carnival. Which is what lead to now, where a seven-foot teenager has just walked through the wall. He glows blue for a moment before coming solid again, looking all around the space before his eyes land on the person he just most likely startled.

Trailers, tents, game stalls... the only thing he seems to be purposefully avoiding entering unlawfully is bathrooms. He could really be anywhere.

At which point he'll look at the person he just so rudely intruded upon, blinking like they're the ones who just showed up.

"Uh. Pardon the intrusion."

Comments

lmao is tamaki super strong or???

[atouts]

Childermass takes a moment to clear the little kitchenette table of all the random bits of paper he'd been working on, then waves Tamaki over to the seat across from him.

"Arm-wrestling match," is what he suggests. It's the first thing to come to mind and, also, something he knows Strange would never win. Of course, this obviously isn't Strange, but still. He'll just roll with the idea.

he's teenage boy who works out strong? he can pick up a guy taller than he is lol

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Tamaki's eyes light up at that. "Ah! Okay!" he agrees, eagerly taking his seat. Arm wrestling is fun, like a game. He shoves the sleeves of his hoodie back, and Childermass will be able to see that while Tamaki is not exactly a bodybuilder, his arms are definitely muscled. Even if he hadn't worked out before, spending all that time up in the silks has given him lots of arm strength.

He puts his elbow down on the table and holds his hand out for Childermass. "Let's go."

so they probably have an even shot, roll off on plurk?

[atouts]

And likewise, Childermass rolls his own sleeve back and similarly sets his elbow down on the table. He'll grasp Tamaki's hand with his and, while he won't grin, there is a hint of amusement in his expression over this entire situation. Whichever way it goes, it'll be funny regardless.

"Alright, then, Mr. Strange. One, two, and—"

Go, apparently left unsaid, because he starts trying to wrestle Tamaki's arm down to his winning side of the table before finishing.

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"Ah- hey!"

Tamaki's indignant protest rings through the trailer, but he flexes his muscle and pushes back against Childermass's hand just before his own is forced down to the table. That's cheating, Childermass!

But he doesn't have time to complain, because he needs to focus on winning. He throws all his strength into pushing back against Childermass, and is pretty surprised when the other man is stronger than he expected.

But he grins as he starts to tip the balance back to his side. It's a struggle for a moment, but in the end, it's Childermass's hand that smacks the table.

"Hah! I won, Massichi!"

[atouts]

If you don't declare a rule against it, it's fair game, or so he would tell Tamaki had he been given the time to complain at all. As it is, there is none, and Childermass is equally surprised that Tamaki manages to be stronger than he looks. It isn't that surprise that gives him an edge, however, and the struggle goes on long enough before Tamaki slams the magician's hand down on the tabletop.

He ends up leaning back in his seat and raising his eyebrows at where his hand has ended, then gives a faintly amused huff.

"So you did, Tamaki." From there, he looks back up again, right at the teen. "And I told you, that isn't my name."