lostcarnival | 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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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?"

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