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lostcarnival2018-04-27 10:47 am
seniorvicejanitor) wrote in lostcarnival2018-04-27 10:47 am
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Who: Rhys and you!
When: D48-D49
Where: Various Locations
What: It's time for Rhys to make himself at home (or more likely whine that he's not the boss)
Warnings: Probably low but I'll update if anything happens
[day 48 - all around the carnival grounds - what have i gotten myself into?]
Rhys doesn't regret the decision. He doesn't regret taking a deal from some shady Ringmaster (and he hates that he'd never thought of that as a nickname for himself) to escape August and Vasquez and a bunch of killer robots that would have surely ended his life.
What he does regret is leaving Vaughn behind. Fiona and Sasha less so. But, there's still a sliver of sadness that he's here and they're not. Hopefully, whenever this whole thing ends, he'll go back and they'll forgive him.
(Though he seriously doubts that. They'll either be dead or they'll kill him.)
For the first little while, he wanders. He gets his shoes dusty (a development that makes him frown) and his hair wind blown but what else is there to do but figure things out? His lodgings, a trailer in a park surrounded by similar metallic bumps, isn't luxurious but it's not a hole in the ground.
He'll take it. He'll whine about it later.
[day 49 - anywhere that needs cleaning up around the carnival - where's a loader bot when you need one?]
Rhys regrets the decision.
As soon as he reports for work and someone slaps a mop into his hand, he regrets the decision. Janitor. A janitor again. Somewhere, Vasquez is probably laughing his ass off. The only good thing, Rhys guesses, is that whoever's in charge isn't Vasquez and won't be making him run all over the place to do menial things.
He still has to clean though and the grimace on his face as he starts mopping a dirty floor is evidence of what he thinks about that. But, he tells himself it won't be for very long. He tells himself that time will pass quickly.
He tells himself that he can drown himself in his mop bucket if it gets too bad.
Mopping isn't a hard think to do but he still mops over various people's shoes instead of telling them to move and he steps all over his own freshly cleaned floors more than once.
The third time he does that, he curses loudly and then looks around, hoping no one's heard that. He hasn't memorized all the rules but he's pretty sure cursing on the job is frowned upon.
When: D48-D49
Where: Various Locations
What: It's time for Rhys to make himself at home (or more likely whine that he's not the boss)
Warnings: Probably low but I'll update if anything happens
[day 48 - all around the carnival grounds - what have i gotten myself into?]
Rhys doesn't regret the decision. He doesn't regret taking a deal from some shady Ringmaster (and he hates that he'd never thought of that as a nickname for himself) to escape August and Vasquez and a bunch of killer robots that would have surely ended his life.
What he does regret is leaving Vaughn behind. Fiona and Sasha less so. But, there's still a sliver of sadness that he's here and they're not. Hopefully, whenever this whole thing ends, he'll go back and they'll forgive him.
(Though he seriously doubts that. They'll either be dead or they'll kill him.)
For the first little while, he wanders. He gets his shoes dusty (a development that makes him frown) and his hair wind blown but what else is there to do but figure things out? His lodgings, a trailer in a park surrounded by similar metallic bumps, isn't luxurious but it's not a hole in the ground.
He'll take it. He'll whine about it later.
[day 49 - anywhere that needs cleaning up around the carnival - where's a loader bot when you need one?]
Rhys regrets the decision.
As soon as he reports for work and someone slaps a mop into his hand, he regrets the decision. Janitor. A janitor again. Somewhere, Vasquez is probably laughing his ass off. The only good thing, Rhys guesses, is that whoever's in charge isn't Vasquez and won't be making him run all over the place to do menial things.
He still has to clean though and the grimace on his face as he starts mopping a dirty floor is evidence of what he thinks about that. But, he tells himself it won't be for very long. He tells himself that time will pass quickly.
He tells himself that he can drown himself in his mop bucket if it gets too bad.
Mopping isn't a hard think to do but he still mops over various people's shoes instead of telling them to move and he steps all over his own freshly cleaned floors more than once.
The third time he does that, he curses loudly and then looks around, hoping no one's heard that. He hasn't memorized all the rules but he's pretty sure cursing on the job is frowned upon.
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"But yeah, I'm new," he replies, making a face, "and I'm a janitor. It's a waste of my myriad of skills, I think, but it's not like I can argue. The Ringmaster seems to have made the decision and I'm not going to argue."
He doesn't want to die. Not today, at least. "Are you a janitor too or something?"
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"That's right! And I understand your plight," he says, nodding sympathetically before adopting a lofty and boastful tone. "Why, I'm one of the most skillful people here! Nothing escapes Papyrus' abilities, whether it's things I'm already a master of... or things I could become so, with hard work!"
He's had his own moments of doubt and irritation over the assignment. To go from what he'd been doing, to working as a janitor? For a whole year, and probably more than a few years to come...?
"But!" Papyrus insists, with a well-practiced air like he's said this speech before. "Janitorial work is the most essential work. Nobody wants to visit a place that's a gross mess! Well, not most people." He can think of exceptions.
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How the mighty had fallen.
"So, your name's Papyrus?" Rhys asks, eyeing him up and down. His name was Papyrus and he was a skeleton. This talking skeleton (Rhys could see his bones and everything) was trying to hype him up about janitorial work.
"I'm Rhys," he says, extending his hand, the non robotic one, for a handshake. "So, what do you do that you like cleaning stuff up so much? You got a little claptrap in you?"
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The glove's not so thick as to hide the boney nature of his hand, but it's not like his outfit hides that he's a skeleton either. It's really just to keep his hands clean. Especially with the kind of muck he deals with day in and day out. Never again will he make the mistake of handling some of these tasks barehanded... Cleaning between joints is so uncomfortable.
"As to the rest: You guessed correctly! I am Papyrus. I just know how important it is. Living with an older brother who really hates cleaning..." Boy oh boy, does his brother hate cleaning. Infamously hates it. "I had to do it! And, you know how habits build up."
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Or they said they did, at least. Maybe they hated it and no one had ever asked them otherwise. Maybe they were secretly organizing a revolt that Rhys was missing out on. Maybe Vasquez was getting zapped to pieces by one of the little units right now.
It's a good fantasy.
Rhys glances down at the hand and then shakes it gently, not wanting to break the bones that he can clearly feel.
"Okay, I've gotta ask because if I don't, I'm going to think about it for the rest of my life but where's your skin, man?" He's a skeleton. He's bones! What the hell had happened to the rest of him?
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"My skin? I think I left it in Portland..." He glances away into the past, thinking for a couple of seconds.
It's hard to say for sure. That last week went by in a bit of a blur, and he doesn't really remember the transition to being back at the Carnival. Which is probably for the best. The body horror of going from human to skeleton must have been... a thing.
Which reminds him.
"Oh, but I wasn't born with that!" Papyrus hastily reassures. "I've a skeleton! From a babybones to my current tall and handsome physique... With a few recesses, later in life."
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Maybe it's like that.
"So, what are you?" Rhys asks, not even realizing how rude and insensitive a question that is. The filter between brain and mouth is there but Rhys uses it so infrequently.
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And, because he's had this basic conversation a few times, he clarifies; "A skeleton monster. The monster is the important part, I'm not a dead human."
He makes a face at the last bit. Zombies are gross - certain friendly undead mice and birds being the exceptions.
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"Sure, plenty of skeleton monsters where I'm from," Rhys says. Truthfully, there were some pretty terrible things on Pandora, some things that would rival a skeleton monster so this wasn't that strange a thing. At least Papyrus seemed pretty nice. He wasn't making allusions to eating Rhys as a meal so that was a plus.
"Monsters are usually scary where I come from," he explains. "Like jumping out from behind corners and scaring you scary."
hey again! I took a break from rp, but if you're still interested I'm back
"I can't deny some monsters indulge in a little jumping and scaring... But that kind of pranking isn't 'usual' for everyone..." He hums, conflicted. It'd be nice if this was another human from his world, from after things work out and everyone's free to live on the surface. Finally, he asks, "is there any chance.... it's just you they spook?"
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Or spike to kill or whatever the heck they did to try and make sure Pandora never became overpopulated. Of course, those weren't actually skeleton monsters, just the various animals and creatures that roamed Pandora but they could have been skeleton monsters!
"I think that's their thing," Rhys says, shrugging. "Pandora's not a really exciting planet so they gotta have their fun."
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He heaves a heavy sigh somehow from his lungless ribcage. It's a shame, neighbors are great, and stories from home would be nice too. But this is fine, Papyrus is master of looking on the bright side and encouraging others to do so too.
"And now you'll get to visit plenty of exciting planets! And if back there is so unexciting... Maybe the Carnival should visit them sometime. It sounds like they'd appreciate it."
Which reminds him, he's still got a job to do here. How's that floor drying so far? Looking shiny?
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The floor didn't actually look too bad. For all his whining, Rhys had done a decent job even if it had taken him awhile to actually put enough strength into the job to make the floor look like it was more than just water pushed around.
"I've never been a janitor before though. So, I'm still learning."
It wasn't that hard to learn. Rhys was just glad that he'd left Hyperion before Vasquez could make him do a bunch of gross grout work.
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"Wow! I'm impressed. You must be a natural. You might not even need to ask my help... But, I'm available if you want it. My radio is always on."
Papyrus isn't actually sure how the Ringmaster chooses their destinations, but a place where people are so bored that all they can think to do is fight seems like a place that could use a carnival. Maybe not their carnival, though.