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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.

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"Well, staying in one place just sounds boring," Rhys says, frowning. He hasn't seen much of this carnival so far but it seems smaller than Hyperion and with a little less to do. Maybe he just hasn't experienced it at the right time but still. He doesn't want to just sit in his trailer at night, twiddling his thumbs while he lets Jack entertain him.

"Just have to use the buddy system whenever this place gets into some crap, I guess," Rhys says thoughtfully. Maybe he can get Tyki to go along with him. The guy's intimidating and he guesses pretty powerful. Rhys has some hidden abilities but he's not going to win fights against people with super duper powerful magic.

"Come on, it can't be all bad outside the boundaries of this place," Rhys says. "That would just be unfair."

"I can't disagree. It is dull having to stay in one spot." Which is why he's thankful the carnival does move around. It makes time pass quicker and gives him lots to explore. "Your Foreman would say the same thing. I hear her often encourages the buddy system even when things aren't as risky."

If Rhys asks Tyki might oblige depending on what he's doing at the time. His conman work was often solo but there were always exceptions. He never truly minds the company.

"I've learned that while things don't seem too bad that can change in a heartbeat. Right now we're in a merged location with a library surrounding us. Other than getting swallowed up into a book's story and having to improvise and act to get out, it's not so bad right now." Unless that happens to be something of a dangerous story.

"Books, huh?" It would probably be a good way to get information about places and things he doesn't know. It's a bit of a surprise learning there's more to the world than Hyperion and Pandora and the rest of the universe. He'd always thought that was it, that was all he'd be able to explore but sometimes, Rhys doesn't mind being wrong.

"Never been much of a reader unless it was on a computer screen or it was -- " A risque magazine. He just clears his throat, doesn't say anything further on that.

"Anyway, books. That sounds pretty harmless. Maybe I'll see if I can find something interesting in there when I'm not mopping crap up."

"That's right, books," he repeats. It was pretty harmless until he himself found himself sucked into a novel, chained to a mast of a sinking ship. It was easy enough to get out of the supposed mutiny of a story and he found the treasure which ended the story.

He tilts his head, a perplexed look on his face. He's heard that word before and he's not shy about being vocal about his needs, "I'm not sure what a computer is, to be honest." Victorian noble, what is technology. Please send help.

"There's a lot of interesting things about this library. You'll find stories about other people, other timelines, heroes, people you admired. There might even be something about your world there. I'm told you just have to really want the information."

"Probably not for me, then." Rhys knows enough about his own world to satisfy him and that's enough. He's not really interested in learning about other people unless those other people can somehow do something for him. But, most of them are probably dead and in the ground so, unless they're going to be haunting his enemies, no real use for spirits.

"I'll probably just stick to my trailer and sleep." He's not really that tired but it passes the time until they get somewhere exciting or he gets to a place where he doesn't have to mop. He's mopped enough that he's looking forward to sweeping. Dusting. Anything but something that involves mop water. "Sleeping's safe, right? No weird crap happens there?"

"Not like we can keep any of the books anyways unless we trade," he responds with a bit of a disappointment. He had found information on some things he did want to keep but had simply taken a picture of it. It was nothing new that he didn't know in the end. He hadn't found what he really wanted to know.

"As far as I know, sleeping is safe." He does a lot of sleeping on his days off. "I've been here a good few months now and my trailer is usually quiet and serene. That area seems safe."

"I suppose that's...good." He likes his sleep, sure, but he also remembers the thoughts of someone coming in to eat him and so he knows that he's not going to be sleeping for the first few days. He'll be tucked against a wall, staring at the door and just waiting for someone to come in with a fork and a knife.

Hopefully magic still means he has to come in through the door and can't fade into the walls.

"I'm a light sleeper," he says, eyeing Tyki. "Just in case you were thinking of...I don't know."

Tyki doesn't know it yet but he's going to enjoy this overactive imagination that Rhys has. Things also changed rapidly enough that any information he might give to Rhys might just expire the next month. Far as he knows there is no fae that haunts dreams but who knows honestly.

Sorry, kid. Tyki can walk right through walls.

"You do know that I don't actually bite and that I was kidding, right?" This is Tyki now laughing at Rhys. It's both true and untrue. He just wanted to give Rhys a hard time for being fresh meat and giving him a bad first impression.

"...yes?" Rhys really wishes he hadn't made that sound so much like a question. There's a bit of relief in the word as well, knowing that maybe he wasn't going to get eaten while he slept. But there was also a healthy dose of suspicion that maybe the reassurance was a lie just to make him let his guard down.

"That's good to hear, though," Rhys tells him, nodding. "I'm sure I don't taste good anyway. Gamey. Dried out. I'm not good meat. I eat meat better than I am meat."

That makes little sense so Rhys shakes his head, shakes the words away. "Anyway, good. No eating me."

Tyki is still laughing enough that Rhys doesn't help in the matter. He eases out of it and slides back on his heels gently to regard him. He was right. He's all leg and no meat at all. Remarkably tall and yet seeming not the least bit intimidating at all. Appearances could be deceiving, something he always took into account, but he seemed like an ordinary human at best.

"Is that so?" His Tease would disagree, the ravenous little golem butterflies that they were. "I don't bite. I can't say the same for others. There was someone that ate one of our carnival worker's arms off. I wasn't around for it but I hear he got better. Metal arm, best friends now. All it took was one delicious arm to solidify their friendship~"

Rhys looks down at his arm and pulls it against his body protectively. "Don't eat any parts of me! You or anyone else!"

He points around the area, points at flowers and plants and dirt just so everyone knows that he is not open for being anyone's chew toy. He's already gotten enough of the near death and being shot at being tied up and he doesn't want to deal with that again.

"We can be friends without anyone getting eaten," Rhys promises. "I'm a great guy to have a friend. Very handy when you need information and...okay in a fight."

"I don't know if you said it loud enough to be honest," he says with a hearty grin. He takes a few steps back now that he's no longer prowling around Rhys and goes to pick up his coffee to take a long sip. He'll need the energy if it'll be another late night.

"A great guy, hmm? I suppose I'll have to wait and see if that is true. We are all here a day and a year if not more eventually. There's all the time in the world."

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