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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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"I suppose if they weren't using it anymore, that's a pretty smart thing to do," Rhys decides. "But, what are you if you're not human?"
That could have been asked in a more sensitive way but again, Rhys isn't sensitive especially when he wants information. He's not a delicate man for the most part.
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At Rhys's question though, Cole can answer that. "I'm a spirit. Compassion, I think. I can hear the hurts and I want to heal them."
Rhys's lack of subtlety doesn't seem to bother Cole. After all, he's had worse conversations. And at least Rhys says what he wants instead of saying something but wanting different.
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"You're a ghost in someone else's body," he surmises, looking Cole up and down before he nods. "Well, that's certainly one way to stay alive. I think I'd do the same thing."
And he's got someone (something?) currently living in his head that had taken extreme measure to make sure he wasn't completely out of the game either.
"You been in there long?"
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No, Cole's weird. An abstract personification of an emotion who got an identity crisis, thought he was human, developed a bit beyond the abstract personification of his emotion, but now is starting to swing back towards abstract personification form. It's odd. And it doesn't help that Cole seems incapable of explaining things in a straightforward manner.
"I'm a spirit of compassion. I just look like the real Cole."
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"So, what's a spirit of compassion do, then?" Rhys wonders, tilting his head. "Do you go around and just...spread love? Make people hug each other? Provide a ghostly hand when someone needs someone to comfort them?"
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"I can't make people hug, though." There's a pause, as Cole looks over at Rhys. "Do you want a hug?"
He can do that, if needed. And asking if Rhys wants a hug is 100% a serious question.
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Maybe he kind of needs a hug but he's not going to admit to that. A hug might help settle him down and a hug might make him feel a little better about everything. About this decision, this contract, this year of servitude he's decided to give up in exchange for a hopefully better life.
"But, I'll keep you in mind for future needed hugs," Rhys assures him. "Never know when I might have a bad day, right?"
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And so, still not saying anything, Cole reaches over to awkwardly give Rhys a hug. For all of his saying 'I don't need a hug,' Cole has decided that no, he does. Pity that Cole really doesn't know what to do with his arms while going in for that hug and the brim of his hat is inevitably going to hit Rhys in the face.
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"Hey okay, we're hugging," Rhys says, patting Cole awkwardly on the back and trying to blink away the tears from his eye. Cole's arms seem to be all over the place but at least he's not trying to bear hug Rhys or pick him up.
Rhys just really hopes Cole knows how long a hug is supposed to last or this is going to get awkward quick.
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"You're new here," Cole points out. "Most days are bad days for new people."
It takes a while to actually adjust to the carnival. That's something Cole knows and something Cole's learned since he arrived here. Rhys...probably hasn't adjusted yet.