lostcarnival | ALREADY TOO MUCH

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ALREADY TOO MUCH

Who: Junko and you!
Where: At the Carnival grounds.
When: Throughout the course of the performance week.
What: Junko being a general nuisance to everyone.
Warnings: N/A.

▻ dreamcatchers

Realistically, there was no way Junko was going to try and cooperate with the new rules the Ringleader established. Ringmaster. Headmaster.

She scuffs up dirt, rolling her eyes dramatically as she throws her hands in the air.

The rules Whatevermaster established. The rules that she’s willingly going to break in a number of ways just to sate her own curiosity. But, she would never do anything on herself without a little field test… For example, trying to steal other people’s dreamcatchers just to see what’ll happen.

At night, you can find Junko either trying to snatch specifically your dreamcatcher, or the ones placed around the carnival in case people pass out around the communal areas.

▻ sleep

Getting no sleep is something Junko is used to, what with her talents for watching surveillance cameras for long periods of time and observing people’s lives as they play out. But if it means bags under her eyes, she could care less about the repercussions of her actions.

Except, it’s a little worrisome when someone just a little sleep deprived is playing with fire. Well, aggressively playing with fire. The performances won’t stop despite all the precautions that are going around the carnival and she’s more than aware of it. So much that she’s playing around with ideas that’ll get an interest going… that’ll get her interest going. With Junko's work ethic, it's almost a miracle that she's really being this proactive with her actual job here.

So she can be seen throughout various periods of the day until night, hunched over a fire she started with a simple mirror planted into the ground facing her. The scene itself may seem odd....but it might seem worse the closer someone gets to Junko. It's hard to tell what she's doing precisely, but mumbling of some kind can definitely be heard. The closer it is to night, it'll be easier to hear her obnoxious snoring from the surrounding area's she's in-- still facing that fire, with a reflection staring straight into the flames.

Or, if you catch her in a good mood, you might find Junko climbing to the top of her trailer. Which, with her now long limbs, only takes her a couple seconds. If it isn’t that that grabs your attention, the well aimed boot she throws towards any passersby trying to rest just might.

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The Psiioniic is a bit of a night owl. Mostly because of his species nocturnal nature, but also in part because the carnival is busiest at night and that's when he finds he's the most needed. He's in the nearly empty cookhouse having a quick snack when he sees Junko wandering around. If it were anyone else it wouldn't draw his attention, but he's never really trusted Junko. That and the lack of people around mean he's focused on her. She might not see him, he's probably sitting in the dark a fair distance from her, but that's one of the useful things about being the only nocturnal person in a group of diurnal creatures. He can see pretty well in the dark, so it isn't hard to mess her taking one of the dreamcatchers that's been hung up outside.

"What are you doing?" he asks, not even bothering to move closer to her, just confused by her actions.

If he told her he didn't trust her, she wouldn't really blame him. Junko may be one of the most vocal people at the carnival, but anything about her and her past (much less motives) is certainly an enigma. And with the way she's so openly messing with the dreamcatchers, she's fully aware of the position she's putting herself in. Not like it ever stopped her before.

There's a blank expression on her face when she turns to look for the voice speaking to her. It's silent for precisely three seconds before she finally recognizes who is with her. "Oh! It's you, the guy who needs lotion. I was wondering who could possibly be spying on someone as cute and scandalous as me...." She'd try and blush if her cheeks weren't covered in scales..

"If you wanted to meet me like this," she poses seductively (dramatically) against a nearby chair, "you should've told me! Someone could SEE us."

Needs lotion? He doesn't get that joke at all. She's the one with scaly patches of skin after all. He doesn't even bother reacting to her seductive pose or her insincere response. Though it does take a small amount of will not to roll his eyes in his irritation.

"That doesn't answer my question."

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"Uh, yeah, that was the point of my sexy diversion technique."

She decides to roll her own eyes, scoffing obnoxiously while she's at it. "Which, CLEARLY, didn't work because you're still talking to me." She decides to go ahead and tug on the dreamcatcher, separating it from string that was holding it up. She eyes it carelessly, making a few faces in thought before looking over at the other.

"I thought we went over this whole thing before.....you do whatever it is you do, and I get to play with my props and just about everything else here. Right?"

"Yes," The Psionic quickly responds, his already pretty short patience dwindling. "And right now I'm asking you what it is you're doing. Don't tell me you don't have a dream catcher already hanging in your trailer."

The way she just ignores him is really what ticks him off. She grabs the dreamcatcher like he's not even there, and yeah, maybe she needed it, but then why not just say that from the beginning?! He sees her looking at the other one and has to stop himself from stepping in her way. He knows he shouldn't think it (all trolls were equal!!), but he can't help but feel Junko would have made and excellent highblood.

"Oh, you know wittle old me. I kinda burped some fire and it tooooootally got on it.... But ya can't tell anyone.....it's so groooossss when I say it out loud like that! Teehee!"

That itself is a blatant lie, but it wouldn't be that far of a stretch from the truth either. With the way Junko is, and the fact she's currently stuck in a trailer by herself, she figures there's no way to prove her wrong regardless. "But then I got another, and I sorta lost that one. It's not like this really has any impact on you, so I dunno why it is you care so much?" She runs a finger against the second dreamcatcher before opting to move juuust a bit closer to him.

"D'you really have nothing better to do?"

He's getting to angry and he's not thinking right. He knew she was doing this on purpose to make him leave her alone, but really he doesn't know what else to do. He doesn't want to start a fight, and he can't make her tell him anything or stop doing anything either. Basically the entire conversation was a loosing battle, and the only way to win was to just stop participating. Actually, that still felt like a loss. He shakes his head turning to leave, but he is going to tell security he saw her slinking around. That made him feel at least a little better about their exchange.

Tamaki's on his way back to his and Mitsuki's shared trailer after a performance when he notices something is wrong - the door is open, like someone has gone inside. But he's just getting back, and Mitsuki should still be in the big top working.

Suddenly on guard, Tamaki barges into the trailer, ready to pounce on whoever's inside-

-but he's a bit thrown off when it's a girl. She's got the dreamcatcher that was affixed to his bunk in her hands.

"...Hey! That's mine!"

"Oh. What, lol."

She fiddles with the dreamcatcher so nonchalantly that it's almost a bit scary. "You mean this?" It's no surprise that she purposely left the door open just to mess with whoever lived her, all considering her love for drama and giving people a scare. The expression she has definitely doesn't match what it should be, that's for sure.

"Well, sucks. I lost mine and I don't have a roomie."

"...If you lost one, maybe they can get you another."

If she asked instead of stealing. Still, something about the way she's acting is putting Tamaki on edge. Her expression, certainly - the whole interaction is off-kilter.

"I need that one."

She waggles her finger from her free hand, shaking her head simultaneously. "You have a roomie, just cuddle with them. You aren't going to die if I just take it." Which, she does-- just delicately yanking it off the string it's suspended from and holding it thoughtfully.

"Do you expect something from me in return? A boob touch? I'm sorry but there's no way that exchange can happen ever."

Tamaki was about to argue about her removing the dreamcatcher, but then she mentions a boob touch and he's rendered temporarily speechless. Is it even okay for a girl to say something like that? (He wouldn't necessarily turn it down - he is a teenage boy, after all.)

Finally, he gets his voice back. "I don't want a deal. I want the dreamcatcher!"

"Hah!!" She points and laughs at him, "I knew all boys would be the same even in this dumb place. I knew, knew, knew it!" Junko slaps at her thigh a couple times, dreamcatcher still in hand as tears stream down her face. "You got distracted by the mere chance of touching these Despair-inducing milkjugs! Wow! How disgusting!"

Even as he speaks, she stretches out her laughter until it comes to a solid stop.

"Do you think I'm deaf or something? You know.....the craziest people are the ones who do the same thing over and over, expecting different results each time. Kind of like the way you keep saying you want the dreamcatcher, but still don't get it? Does that make sense?"

She nods her head, deciding to walk a little closer to him.

"Do you get that?"

He flinches when she laughs at him, but he can't really deny he didn't think about it (but only because she brought it up!). He doesn't move while she laughs, though, and doesn't move through her speech. It's not until she steps towards him that he finally moves, stiffening up and drawing himself to his full height. Not running, but becoming defensive.

"Don't screw with me!"

He doesn't really want to get in some kind of fight, because he doesn't want to hit anyone, especially a girl, but this girl seems determined to push his buttons.

He suddenly reaches out, trying to grab the dreamcatcher away from her before she gets any further. "I'm taking this!"

Between figuring out the show's lighting cues and keeping tabs on Steven, Greg's certainly familiar with Junko in face and name. She's definitely... quirky, but Greg hasn't spoken with her in any capacity to get a real read on her. She's a daredevil, after all; playing with fire could just be a thing for her, as ill-advised as it seems. The whole scene still puts his hairs on end, though.

For a few seconds Greg just stares, trying to see if this is some sort of rehearsal, or ritual, or anything less worrisome than it appears at first glance. Then, once his arms start growing tired from the heavy equipment he's carrying, he shifts his weight and calls out to her.

"Uhhh. Miss? Hey, sorry to interrupt, but are you doing all right?"

All considering the last time she singed her eyebrows off playing with her ability to breathe fire the first time, she makes it a Point to not use it in her set. Yet, despite that, Junko says in place, still sitting and looking (ie, leaning heavily) into the fire. Her reflection in the mirror, however, moves to look at him and smile.

"Just peachy."

From the way the mirror mouths the words, it just might seem like one of those rituals Greg is worrying about. It's still pretty easy to tell where the voice is coming from despite that-- she wanted to try and prank a few people while she was outside..........

"A new vessel is calling for me but our connection got a little static-y!! How are you going to compensate me for losing my signal?"

The whole thing strikes him as more weird than scary. It's near impossible for him to tell what around here counts as normal, but a lot of the employees so far have presented as a lot more grounded. Greg glances around, not entirely sure she's talking to him even after he's started the conversation.

"I, uh, didn't think cell phones worked here."

"Uh....they don't."

She glances back at him, having given up on her charade. She sighs heavily, rolling her eyes as she gives him an un-amused expression. "I feel like it's just useless if I try and explain it to you, so I'll leave it at that." She briefly eyes the equipment he's carrying, or more like junk in her eyes, before she grabs her mirror and throws it in the fire. She seems to find some brief satisfaction in that, judging by the sudden smile on her face.

"If cell phones did work here, you guys wouldn't see me at all. I think I'd try and make an app or something. Except, you'd have to rate it first to even try and play it. Y'know?"

Greg frowns at the fire, perturbed. That just seems wasteful. With a weary huff of release, he puts the equipment down to give his arms at least a few seconds' rest.

"Oh... uh. You're supposed to rate them?" He looks even a little more worried at that. He only fiddled around with his tablet for a couple days before giving up on it. "Aw man. I never gave feedback to all those things... Maybe I can ask for it back real quick when I get home. But, you're a programmer! That's pretty neat. Bet any homebrew app you made here'd go over real popular!"

She nods, waving a hand. If you wanna be a good person, you rate them!!!! But, as always, Junko filters what she wants to respond to.

"There's something forcing you here. So, are you sure you're ever gonna leave here on your own? Realistically? "

She could be talking about the fact that their leader is a being who can literally grant any wish in exchange for a single year of your life, or maybe his own kiddo she's taken under her wing. "Oh, yeah, I guess. It's a little too much work for my taste. Something I'd rather have someone else do, you know? Judging from you lugging your own stuff, maybe not."

Finally getting up, she dusts off her legs as she wanders a little closer to Greg. "So what exactly is this stuff for again?"

His brow creases at Junko's jab over freedom. "The boss... she's a lady of her word. I've got no reason to think she won't hold true to it." Despite his frustration, veterans have been consistent on that front. The thought that Steven wouldn't come home hasn't even occurred to Greg.

Looking over the equipment, he shrugs one shoulder. "Oh, this? The spot bar fried last night, but I gotta set up the T-Bar for the PAR cans as a backup while I fix it." Lights, it's for the lights. "Guess I'm pretty much the guy who does the stuff for someone else, hah."

"OKAY, you can think that. Whatever." And, in fact, of course he'd think that, just like everyone else here. Granted, with one year of labor she's gotten the ability to experience the Despair of her beloved friends from her world. Her precious, precious friends stuck in a game she left on pause!

"Huh?" She wipes the drool that accumulated in the seconds she drifted off in thought before looking to Greg. "Oh, that. I mean, if it were someone who wasn't as smart and beautiful and gorgeous as me they wouldn't have understood that. That makes you an even bigger nerd than half the people here." Quite frankly, the only T-Bar she cares about is the one on her face (T-zone, that's T-zone Junko).

"How much money you wanna bet I can carry all that easier than you can?"

For the most part, Joker is more than perfectly fine with letting Junko do as she likes on the grounds that, one, she doesn't end up hindering any of her coworkers (anyone outside performance is free game), and, two, she does her work. His standards are low in that way. Besides, in their years of working together, Joker has caught on that the less you really spend with Junko, the better.

Still. Sometimes he can't help but stop and stare.

Now is one of those times.

As whoever has been boot-beamed, Joker pauses on the way to his own trailer and raises an eyebrow. "...If I asked what the bleedin' hell yer doin', would I get a straight answer?"

She's already done her fair share of harassing people outside of performance (bless Chiaki's poor soul), but that still can't sate her boredom. It's what's driving her to throw her boots, to her terrible mirror prank earlier, and now to lounging on her trailer.

Seeing Joker, however, makes her mood damper even more.

If he listens closely enough, he can hear her mutter something faintly about the fun police having just pulled over. "When I find out myself, I'll text you." she waves a hand dismissively.

"Did your people even have like, phones or whatever?"

“Nope~. We communicated entirely through lightin’ torches in this big bleedin’ towers that ya could see from the next town over.” If there was ever a blatant lie, well, this is it. Still, Joker figures it might as well be true. Phones were for rich people, usually rich people with connections. As far as he’s concerned, the walkie talkies the Ringmaster provides them all with might as well be witchcraft.

Well, it sounds old enough at least. She's not going to try and argue with him about whether or not it's true all considering it seems like she could be doing better things here.

"I only did that if I wanted my sister to come make me a sandwich."

Said with all the love and care in the world a little sister would have for her big sister. Except, her tone holds nothing but disinterest in it. "I think the only thing that really bugs me is the fact that despite us," a vague gesture to the carnival grounds, "coming from different points in everywhere, and being able to do just about everything you can think of, we only have walkie talkies to communicate with. Might as well write notes in the dirt."

Huh. Junko has a little sister. Joker raises an eyebrow at the revelation. It seems like a weird thing to imagine, although maybe there’s more hope for the sister considering Junko’s tone. Oh well. A little nugget of information to keep tucked away.

“Don’t give her ideas. She might take ya seriously.”

She sees that eyebrow raise..!!! "Shocking, right?" A dumb, useless, and ugly big sister. Junko may have the capacity to love and care for things, but that doesn't mean that they're excused from her attempts at causing Despair for all parties involved.

"Then you bring it up to her then. I'm not gonna talk to her. I have my own problems to try and solve. But it looks like you aren't doing anything, if you have time to talk to me, Joker......"

“Definitely a way ta put it. Ya always seemed like the ‘single child’ sort ta me.” Partially because, with Junko’s unique, uh, quirks plus her spotlight hogging nature, he can’t imagine what life would be like for a sibling.

Her statement he makes a vague gesture towards, almost as if physically brushing it off. “I was on my way ta get somethin’ from my trailer, don’t mind me~...”

"Oh, that's because I make it seem like that. Haven't you ever considered that possibility?" Quite frankly, the only reason why she put up with her sister (other than, ugh, loving her or whatever?) is because Junko couldn't be caught doing all the dirty work. Killing directly isn't for her unless she gains something out of it, after all!

"Can I come with?"

Yeah, he’s definitely feeling more sympathy for this mysterious sibling the more he listens. Shaking his head, Joker supposes he’s been lucky in learning that ties of the blood aren’t really all that important. Just took growing up like gutter trash for the lesson to be learned.

“What-” Amused, he tilts his head to the side. “Are ya sick of throwin’ things at bystanders already?”

Yuugi might be half out of it due to lack of sleep, but for someone who's hopped up on caffeine he's highly alert. Especially considering he's working and kind of, well, needs to be. He takes his eyes off of the gamers for one minute and then his gaze snaps over to one of the booths in the circle. He and Chiaki had set up numerous dream catchers around the area, just in case, and spotting one being pilfered by someone isn't good.

Now, Yuugi has been bullied most of his life. He's had more than his fair share of things being taken from him, but he hops over the side of the booth, apologizing to the customer before nearly tripping over the side and catching himself before he falls face first into the ground. Brushing splinters off his hand, he drags his other down his face in frustration before calling out.

"H-hey! You can't just go taking those!"

As far as Junko is concerned, if it involves Chiaki, then she's pretty sure she can definitely just go take those. It doesn't bother her in the slightest that she's caught, judging from the nonchalant expression on her face. It's only when Yuugi comes closer....and closer (ok he tripped but he's still getting closer).......that she freezes.

Mind you, she's still holding onto the dreamcatcher she was about to pull, but now she's stuck in shock. Maybe it was Yuugi's bravery that made her stay in place, he might've intimidated her...!

"What the...."

She lifts a finger to point at him.

"..what the hell is going on with your hair?"

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ALREADY TOO MUCH

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sleep

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>dream catcher (whelp this is late)

it's aaall good