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lostcarnival2018-03-20 12:34 pm
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just gotta ignite the light and let it shine
Who: Everyone who's stupid enough to show up for this, because legal drinking ages are for people from a different century/planet.
When: Afternoon/Evening, Day 30
Where: Lakeshore
What: Local Carnival workers get wasted and set off fireworks by the lake.
Warnings: Carnival shenanigans, ie. booze, drugs, and people getting set on fire probably. Put any tag-specific warnings in your headers!
So, Wismuth happened.
Lambert's pretty willing to bet a good chunk of the Carnival is pretty happy to act like Wismuth didn't happen, but he also doesn't really care about what sorrows people are drowning or not tonight: he knows he needed this drink, and after he'd slept off the immediate exhaustion that came with running around Wismuth for nearly two weeks with the power of Creation more or less constantly burning through him, he's ready to something, anything to feel like himself again.
Fast-forward to the lakeshore. There's a huge bonfire going, a box of assorted fireworks that's been 'liberated' from wherever the hell engineering keeps their supplies, and probably a crate of wine that's going to disappear sooner rather than later. Anything else, someone's going to have to bring themselves.
[ ooc: This is a mingle log! Bring your own entertainment, food, questionable substances etc. ]
When: Afternoon/Evening, Day 30
Where: Lakeshore
What: Local Carnival workers get wasted and set off fireworks by the lake.
Warnings: Carnival shenanigans, ie. booze, drugs, and people getting set on fire probably. Put any tag-specific warnings in your headers!
So, Wismuth happened.
Lambert's pretty willing to bet a good chunk of the Carnival is pretty happy to act like Wismuth didn't happen, but he also doesn't really care about what sorrows people are drowning or not tonight: he knows he needed this drink, and after he'd slept off the immediate exhaustion that came with running around Wismuth for nearly two weeks with the power of Creation more or less constantly burning through him, he's ready to something, anything to feel like himself again.
Fast-forward to the lakeshore. There's a huge bonfire going, a box of assorted fireworks that's been 'liberated' from wherever the hell engineering keeps their supplies, and probably a crate of wine that's going to disappear sooner rather than later. Anything else, someone's going to have to bring themselves.
[ ooc: This is a mingle log! Bring your own entertainment, food, questionable substances etc. ]
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He's still rubbing the bridge of his nose, paying no attention to Lion, as Strange takes a breath before continuing to talk.
"I'm not trying to say that," Strange explains, trying to deliberately choose his words. It's not Steven's fault he's sensitive. After all, if Steven could change this about himself, he would, right? Strange hopes so, crying is exhausting. "What I'm trying to say is that this explains why you react a certain way when I say things that I don't think are mean in the first place. I didn't think there was anything wrong with my suggestion in Wismuth and I don't think there's anything wrong with pointing out how sensitive you are."
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Steven scales back his emotions a little, and tries to think about that carefully. It doesn't really check out.
"But you had to know you were hurting Lapis, before. I tried to just let everything go, I didn't want to be mad, but when it happened again in a different way..." His shoulders sink again. "It just gets really hard to trust you with stuff."
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And it's true. Strange was thinking along magical lines, a curse or a spell that one could break, not 'surprise, you currently don't have a physical form and can't reassemble said physical form for hundreds of years.' It was when Peridot explained the circumstances behind everything that Strange realized just how catastrophically awful he was.
Maybe this was the same sort of thing? Maybe if he talked to Steven and learned more about him then at least he could figure out what not to say or why he did the things he did. "That might be our problem too," Strange admits, with a little frown.
Because, at least for Strange, the problem is 'try and find a way to have a conversation with Steven without everything going to hell' not 'change an aspect of your personality.' At least, that's the problem at the moment.
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If anything, he's desperate to find somewhere they can meet in the middle, and this feels like a welcome and unexpected invitation.
"Yeah, maybe," Steven says, flushing slightly as he looks back at his knees, but smiles a little at the same time. "Even... Even if I didn't want there to be, there's still a lot of things I'm kind of messed up about. Being a Harbinger made that really obvious."
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"How shall we do this? Should I say something I'm messed up about, then you, and so on? Or shall we ask each other questions?"
Strange is also smiling a little. Because this...is going good? He can do this, this is working.
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"You can say something first if you want," he says after a moment. "There's probably a lot I don't know about you, right?"
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"Well, this one's fairly obvious: I'm married. My wife's name is Arabella and I miss her terribly." At least, it's fairly obvious to anybody who talks to Strange for a certain amount of time. He doesn't really shut up about Arabella. Still, that's possibly the biggest and safest answer for Strange explaining how he's messed up so that's what he's starting with. Plus, he might get to talk about how amazing his wife is!