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lostcarnival2017-08-26 09:22 pm
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MOPS AGGRESSIVELY [Open]
Who: Foster and you!
When: Day 151
Where: Carnival Grounds - Various
What: Psi has hits upon a clever way to get Foster's goat.
Warnings: Foster.
A. Taking Out The Trash
Anyone who generally takes notice of Foster at all will notice that the past week or so, he's been unusually... hardworking. Not with magic or other suspicious lurkings, but with cleaning. He's constantly busy--scrubbing walls, hauling garbage, mopping floors.
He's not just doing his job, he's pushing himself.
Why?
One word:
Papyrus.
Psi's solution to his disagreement with Foster was actually fairly clever: rather than confronting (or antagonising) Foster further, he'd simply assigned Foster to assist Papyrus in his janitorial tasks.
Papyrus? Thrilled.
He immediately cast himself as Foster's mentor, giving the necromancer a whirlwind tour of the job and peppering him with questions and reassurances and instructing him in the finer points of mop handling with an intensity of optimism and good faith that was honestly pretty repulsive--
Foster retained approximately none of it.
Which only seemed to motivate Papyrus to try harder, which drove Foster further into impotent fury, which inspired Papyrus to champion his achievements and potential more, which antagonised Foster even further, which...
Well. Anyway. The harder Foster works, the faster he can leave Papyrus behind, or so the logic goes. He's honestly taking his aggression out on the grime, but he's also trying--desperately--to achieve a level of performance that will shut Papyrus up.
Or at least end the ordeal faster.
...
Mind your feet.
B. Duck and Cover
Prior to the Carnival, Foster had never been gainfully employed in his entire life. This--his contract here, as part of the Carnival--is the most employed he's ever been. Despite that, he's been grudgingly cooperative with it. Until now. Obeying orders and performing thankless labour for no reward is somewhat gratifying to him, honestly. But this?
Papyrus is not just exhausting, not just grating, not just insufferable... he's relentless.
Escaping him as soon as their work is done is a challenge, because he never wants to let Foster leave.
And even once he's detached himself from the skeleton, Foster still takes pains to avoid him other times. Paranoia has a tendency to drive Foster to unnecessary extremes. Now even eating is to be done in odd corners of the carnival, lest Papyrus see him sitting in the open and sit down to enthusiastically strike up a one-sided "conversation."
A lot of his preferred retreats are kind of strange--instead of his trailer, for example, he can sometimes be found on the floor of ferris wheel carriages. Or hidden inside of the midway game stands, a trick he unwittingly shares with Papyrus' brother. Or in the barn's loft--which is cool, shaded, and hidden from view. Between the elevation, the lack of light, and the bales of straw... it's by far the best place in every way but one: getting a plate or bowl of food up a ladder is basically impossible.
When: Day 151
Where: Carnival Grounds - Various
What: Psi has hits upon a clever way to get Foster's goat.
Warnings: Foster.
A. Taking Out The Trash
Anyone who generally takes notice of Foster at all will notice that the past week or so, he's been unusually... hardworking. Not with magic or other suspicious lurkings, but with cleaning. He's constantly busy--scrubbing walls, hauling garbage, mopping floors.
He's not just doing his job, he's pushing himself.
Why?
One word:
Papyrus.
Psi's solution to his disagreement with Foster was actually fairly clever: rather than confronting (or antagonising) Foster further, he'd simply assigned Foster to assist Papyrus in his janitorial tasks.
Papyrus? Thrilled.
He immediately cast himself as Foster's mentor, giving the necromancer a whirlwind tour of the job and peppering him with questions and reassurances and instructing him in the finer points of mop handling with an intensity of optimism and good faith that was honestly pretty repulsive--
Foster retained approximately none of it.
Which only seemed to motivate Papyrus to try harder, which drove Foster further into impotent fury, which inspired Papyrus to champion his achievements and potential more, which antagonised Foster even further, which...
Well. Anyway. The harder Foster works, the faster he can leave Papyrus behind, or so the logic goes. He's honestly taking his aggression out on the grime, but he's also trying--desperately--to achieve a level of performance that will shut Papyrus up.
Or at least end the ordeal faster.
...
Mind your feet.
B. Duck and Cover
Prior to the Carnival, Foster had never been gainfully employed in his entire life. This--his contract here, as part of the Carnival--is the most employed he's ever been. Despite that, he's been grudgingly cooperative with it. Until now. Obeying orders and performing thankless labour for no reward is somewhat gratifying to him, honestly. But this?
Papyrus is not just exhausting, not just grating, not just insufferable... he's relentless.
Escaping him as soon as their work is done is a challenge, because he never wants to let Foster leave.
And even once he's detached himself from the skeleton, Foster still takes pains to avoid him other times. Paranoia has a tendency to drive Foster to unnecessary extremes. Now even eating is to be done in odd corners of the carnival, lest Papyrus see him sitting in the open and sit down to enthusiastically strike up a one-sided "conversation."
A lot of his preferred retreats are kind of strange--instead of his trailer, for example, he can sometimes be found on the floor of ferris wheel carriages. Or hidden inside of the midway game stands, a trick he unwittingly shares with Papyrus' brother. Or in the barn's loft--which is cool, shaded, and hidden from view. Between the elevation, the lack of light, and the bales of straw... it's by far the best place in every way but one: getting a plate or bowl of food up a ladder is basically impossible.
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Now, though, there's the matter of... stopping this. Ginko steps forward to sort of place himself between them. "--Alright, I think we've established you two don't agree on that point. But you're not getting anywhere by arguing about it."
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If Psi was looking to start something, he was just about to get his wish--just about to have that conflict he so desperately wanted to avoid... and yet was so easily roused to foment.
And Foster, hovering on the precipice over his passions, straddling the maddening chasm between absolute fury and absolute delight, is blocked from the escalation he desires by Ginko--who may as well have thrown his arms wide to stop him from leaping off that cliff's edge.
He shuts his mouth quickly--startlingly quickly--and eyes Ginko in complete silence; one so total that it's clear he's sending a message through the silence itself.
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"So what?"
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He frowns at Psi, his tail lashing. "So, there's no reason to go through it all again." Psi won't convince Foster of anything, and Foster certainly won't convince Psi. "If you two want to talk about this, you're really going to need to find a new approach."
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In fact, he's dealing with that and more.
For example.
"It doesn't matter what his approach is," Foster opines, surprisingly coolly.
He and Psi seem to function in polar fashion, two planetary bodies orbiting a sphere at opposite ends. Because as Psi grows more volatile, Foster finds it easier to present a cold front. This phenomenon isn't entirely isolated to his supervisor, but it's much more noticeable... maybe because Psi is so easily roused.