milkruns: (so come on boys)
June Darby, R.N. ([personal profile] milkruns) wrote in [community profile] lostcarnival2018-03-15 05:30 pm

well, i think i see another side, maybe [OPEN]

Who: June and YOU!
When: Day 28
Where: the trailer park, the medical tent, Around
What: Mom has arrived! Come say hello. Maybe bring one of those molded jello trays. Everyone loves those.

The last thing June was expecting when wandering into a carnival she hadn’t heard was coming to town was to get tricked into some kind of arcane contract by a mysterious being, but then, last week she’d been kidnapped in the trunk of a transforming alien sports car, so these days, she doesn’t really know what to expect. She is pretty annoyed about the part where she’d been manipulated into it, and if it weren’t for the promise that she’d be returned home afterward...well, she doesn’t know how solid that guarantee really is, but she doesn’t have much choice but to trust the Ringmaster right now. It’s not that June is opposed to a little adventure now and then, but she has responsibilities. Jack doesn’t exactly have a dad anymore, and while the Autobots have proven to be dedicated guardians, he still needs his mother. That’s what June’s telling herself, and it’s true — but if she were honest, the prospect of going an entire year without seeing her only son is...a little bit of a difficult one.

She’ll make do while she’s here, though, and they’re apparently in need of medical staff, and that’s something she can do. As long as she’s able to help people, keep busy, she’ll be alright. She hopes the people around here are at least a little less...eccentric than the Ringmaster seems to be.

backyard
June is doing her best to settle into her trailer — she doesn’t have much with her, but she’s trying to at least make it feel cozy. Mostly so far it feels more...dorm-y, which simultaneously makes her feel both younger and older than her actual age. Hopefully in the near future she'll have more of a chance to collect some decor, plant some flowers, make this place feel a little more homey -- but for now, it'll do. Well, the mailbox is a little crooked, but she can fix that.

"Home sweet home," she sighs wryly, righting the mailbox and stepping back to have a look at her trailer, just to take it all in. It's a lot to take in. After a moment, the mailbox lists to the side again with a squeak.

Ah, well.

medical tent
Seeing as this is where she'll be working, June might as well familiarize herself with the medical facilities. Well...what facilities they have to speak of, anyway. She wasn't exactly expecting a fully-outfitted emergency ward, but she was sort of envisioning something more than...a tent. Well, she'll make do -- she always does, and she's got enough experience to make up for it.

She hasn't met the doctor yet -- West, she's pretty sure his name is -- but she's glad there is a doctor on staff, at least. (Later, when she finally meets him, she will retract that statement.) He's got a little office partitioned off in here, and while June is ordinarily the 'respect other people's privacy' type, she is definitely having a little look around, just to see what they've got to work with.

June hasn't met any of the other staff yet either, and she isn't exactly set up to work, but hey, she's still in her scrubs, and if anyone comes in needing treatment, she'll do her best to help them.

[ feel free to hit me up at [plurk.com profile] runawayballista if you'd like to plan something else! ]
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[personal profile] espigeon 2018-03-16 04:06 am (UTC)(link)
Julien is out enjoying the sun on the roof of another, rather plus-sized trailer when he sees a fresh face, and very clearly takes an interest. He's a truly enormous pigeon, about the size of a microcar on dinosaur legs. There are people who get freaked out by that and maybe he should send over his human form, but it's getting pretty freaky itself... oh, he thinks she's noticed him looking. Well! No sense in being rude.

He spreads his wings and hops to the ground, then starts the new person's way at an unhurried walk, fluffing out the feathers on his head and neck. This body doesn't have facial expressions, though the curve of his beak suggests a constant, faint Mona Lisa smile. Puffing out certain feathers is its closest equivalent to a smile.

"Hello!" Puffing out certain feathers, and speaking with warm inflections in his voice, which is almost completely human. Maybe a little too rich, and certain syllables that usually require lips sound slightly off. "Are you new? I'm Julien Delacroix, I live back over there."
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[personal profile] espigeon 2018-03-16 04:23 am (UTC)(link)
Julien nods, a gesture long practiced to try and make it not look like an animal bobbing its head. His neck is a whole lot longer and more flexible than a human neck, so that's a real danger.

"It's not a problem! There's a lot of weird stuff here, it takes us all by surprise at first. Thank you, Ms. Darby." He shifts his weight to stand on one leg, and is able to raise the foot of the other to around waist height. There's a handlike aspect to the toes and their arrangement, but sparkly pink stone scales are all down the backs, from ankle to claw, and the scales on the walking surface are coarse and look harsh. "Want to shake hands? Or fist bump, or wave, whatever."

He does kind of like seeing if people will boggle and freeze up meeting him. Looking like this, it's been in his best interests to be amused by peoples' reactions. Where he's from they're inescapable. "What job have you ended up landing, if you don't mind me asking?"

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medical tent!

[personal profile] hurtcomfort 2018-03-16 11:32 pm (UTC)(link)
There's the sound of something hitting the floor. If June turns to look at the noise, she'll see Cole: a skinny, underfed, sickly looking young man wearing a massive hat. Two holes have been awkwardly cut in the side of the hat so his pink floppy animal ears are able to stick upright. One of his hands is sloppily bandaged. And, considering that it's a roll of bandages that's rolling towards June's foot, it's obvious what Cole was doing beforehand: bandaging the other hand.

But it's a bit odd. After all, he definitely wasn't there before. It's almost like he appeared out of nowhere.

There's a long awkward pause as Cole looks over at June. "You're new." No shit, Cole. He continues to downright stare at June, looking at her with a small little frown.
hurtcomfort: (oh my godddd hurry up)

[personal profile] hurtcomfort 2018-03-17 03:41 am (UTC)(link)
"Nothing happened," Cole explains. "They just feel odd when I brush them against things." And since they feel odd, Cole decided that the best thing to do would be to bandage his hands so they wouldn't brush against things in the first place.

She wants to help. So Cole's going to let her. Even though he knows June is new, how much help could she be. Cole shows her his unbandaged hand. Despite the fact that he said nothing happened, something did happen (or at least, is happening). One of the lines on the palm of his hand looks odd. The skin is raised slightly around it and the line itself is deeper, as if he was cut there. Despite that weirdness, it doesn't look like a scar, a wound, or anything of that sort.

And Cole doesn't seem to be bothered by them. He's looking down at his hands with a little frown, as if this is annoying, yet kind of normal.

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reflash: (me: hi do you take walk-ins)

Medical Tent

[personal profile] reflash 2018-03-17 10:38 pm (UTC)(link)
While part of the tent is clearly Herbert's office, there's another corner that's been claimed as well. Bundles of herbs hang on ropes, tangled roots lay in neatly-labeled piles on a desk, and jars of plants being processed stand in careful pyramids on the ground around the desk. Clearly, whatever doctor works there is more of an herbalist than anything else.

And speaking of "whatever doctor works there", here he is. Yukio was on a short lunch break, but now he's back. Admittedly, June might not realize the teenage boy walking through the tent flap is one of her coworkers at first, but when he sees her his slightly distracted air shifts to a professional smile.

"Hello, can I help you?"

Compared to lots of people in the Carnival, Yukio looks... almost normal. His smile has a few more fangs than a normal human's would, and the skin around his eyes is marked with a blue, iridescent pattern like a flame-shaped birthmark.
reflash: (me: idgaf)

[personal profile] reflash 2018-03-17 11:36 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yukio Okumura," he says, shaking her hand with a nod. "I apologize for Doctor West's absence, but if you have any questions about what we do here, feel free to ask."

He gestures towards the desk in the corner. "I specialize in herbal-based medicine and battlefield medical techniques, but I know Doctor West has more experience with pharmaceuticals."

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[personal profile] exaomori 2018-03-18 05:43 pm (UTC)(link)
It hasn't been more than a few weeks since Shura had arrived herself, and things had been a little chaotic since then, but she had made a point to familiarize herself with the faces of the other carnival workers. Better to know who her follow employees were, just in case. In a place this weird, anything could happen.

This one is new, she had to be. As far as Shura could tell, older women on the grounds were few and far between, and this lady looked like someone's mom. Maybe she was. Either way, it's worth calling out to her as she passes by, catching the sad squeak of the mailbox.

"Heh. Y'know, you can prolly get someone else to that for ya." In the light of day, it's hard to see the way her eyes glow. The too-small bikini and daisy dukes are much harder to miss.
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[personal profile] exaomori 2018-03-21 02:35 am (UTC)(link)
She's used to getting looks of all kinds. But really, she was pretty normal looking for this place! "There's some repairmen running around, it's just catchin' one." Wow, Shura, please be more helpful.

"'Course, if you knock the whole door down like that, you might get something better to replace it. Or they could just let you enjoy the breeze. It's kinda a crapshoot."

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[personal profile] sunflowerfields 2018-03-19 07:02 pm (UTC)(link)
It just so happens that Hinawa is delivering food to some of the trailers and it's entirely likely there's jello involved. She stops when shes the mailbox lean to the side.

"Oh, that's a shame," Says the woman who looks mostly normal except for the hooves and ram horns. "But I'm sure one of the repairfolk would be happy to take a look at it for you!"
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[personal profile] sunflowerfields 2018-03-20 08:11 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm Hinawa, I work in the kitchens." She reciprocates, and it's much clearer up close that her arms are covered in a soft white fur instead of the usual hair. "We're all a little close together back here, as you can see. But we behave ourselves most of the time!"

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Medical Tent

[personal profile] crimsonfallenangel 2018-03-20 01:48 am (UTC)(link)
A bird that's between three and four feet tall has been standing outside of the medical tent for quite a while. Anghel isn't injured, though plummage on his chest could easily be mistaken for blood. What started a cautious servaillence has now become a form of people watching as Anghel has assured himself that the tent contains no dangers. In fact, the next time June exits the tent he waves a wing.

(OOC: I would appreciate it if you could take a look at this for Anghel. Thanks.)
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[personal profile] crimsonfallenangel 2018-03-22 01:57 am (UTC)(link)
Anghel shakes his head. "I was seeking out any traces of demon spores, but they are not here."

He sounds quite relieved about that.

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[personal profile] everybodypanic 2018-03-20 11:39 pm (UTC)(link)
She just sort of snickers and laughs at the mailbox. "Yeah, that looks about right." Your very own trailer to live and sleep in! Least it had a roof, and four walls.

"What's up, newbie? I'm Jinx." Don't mind her, she's just gonna be extremely casual right off the bat. And compared to anyone else she might've seen already, Jinx looks pretty normal.

Well, the yellow eyes were already natural.
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[personal profile] everybodypanic 2018-03-23 07:10 am (UTC)(link)
"Kind of new, still haven't really gotten to go on stage." And she was really excited for finally having the chance. "Like, we were all kind of busy for a while with some stuff. Saving the world and all that, but now it's finally back to normal. Or whatever normal is supposed to be around these parts."

Both of her hands go behind her hand, looking pretty relaxed.

"What about you? What your gig supposed to be?"

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[personal profile] textsfromhotland 2018-03-22 03:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Alphys isn't expecting any visitors, and she's been living by herself for so long that she certainly expecting a roommate to appear. The trailer isn't that much of a total disaster, but if June is looking to check out her new accommodations, she'll find her roommate asleep in a chair, a half-finished bowl of noodles and bottle of soda nearby, basking in the glow of a DVD menu on TV. And the walls of the trailer are lined with hundreds upon hundreds of anime DVDs.

Welcome to the nerd cave.
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[personal profile] textsfromhotland 2018-03-28 03:34 am (UTC)(link)
The lizard mumbles a little, and shifts in her seat. One eye opens and blearily looks over at June, then she jumps awake.

"Uh! Um!" Alphys stutters, untangling herself from the blanket. "Hi? D-do I know you?"

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