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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.
wow i meant day 48 I CAN TYPE
That’s all the warning Rhys will get before Lambert drops into a ready pose and lashes out , aiming to land one padded end of the stick squarely on Rhys’s forehead.
hahaha what does it say about me that i read it as 48 anyway?
He raises the stick, jabbing in the man's direction, a look of irritation etched on his face. "Is this how you say hello to everyone? Because let me tell you, you are not making a great first impression! Cookies, cakes and kind words work much better! Not surprise violence!"
that we are obviously WINNERS /fingerguns
In response to the accusation, Lambert only laughs.
"Who says I'm interested in making a good impression?" he counters instead, bringing his own stick around again while his tail whips playfully through the air behind him. If anything, Rhys's irritation only seems to be encouragement.
Re: that we are obviously WINNERS /fingerguns
"Don't you have any friends who would enjoy doing this?" Rhys asks, trying to parry and thrust the stick in Lambert's directions since it was the only form of defense he had. "I'm new here! I don't want to fight, I want to figure this out and you're making that very hard!"
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"I'm the Nightrider. I run the mercenaries around here, so I like seeing who can put up a fight." He grins, shitty and wide. "Which part of the Carnival'd you get stuck in?"
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"I have a job," he says vaguely and then swings the stick down towards Lambert's legs since taking those out would mean he'd be on his back and maybe Rhys could smack him on the head or hit him in the ribs and knock the wind out of him.
Maybe he'd get super duper lucky and all of that would happen and he'd win this spontaneous battle.
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And that's his cue to return the favor in kind, aiming to knock Rhys off his feet and onto his back.
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"Oh god, I think I'm dying," Rhys moans, rolling onto his side and coughing. "You're trying to murder me and I don't even know you!"
It wasn't quite that bad. He was just dramatic as hell.
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"You said you're new, right?" he asks, when Rhy's coughing dies down, like this is a perfectly normal way to make a first impression. "This is the training yard. It's there for anyone who wants to shape up."
His expression suggests he thinks Rhys could really use it.
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"And this is making me want to stay away from the training yard forever," he says honestly, rubbing his side. "I'm in shape!"
He was a beanpole. He wasn't out of shape but there was definitely work that could be done.