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+ Somewhere a Grandiose Carnival Was Going on in the Sky +

Who: Everyone!
Where: The grounds of the Mansion
When: March 9-16
Rating: PG-13 (warn if you go higher)
Summary: The Red Queen has thrown a carnival for everyone!
The Story:

From Friday, March 9, through Friday, March 16, the gardens and grounds of the Mansion will be a sprawling a carnival. The masked, unspeaking vendors will be selling trinkets and running free game booths. Carnival rides, exhibits, and foods represent all of the various cultures of those currently residing in the Mansion.

Of particular note, and perhaps incongruously, everything is decorated with red hearts.

Use this log for any and all of your carnival needs!

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"They are exceedingly sweet. When you get to the bottom, the mashed up lemon is coated with leftover sugar. It's like a second sweet treat, just waiting for you."

He's been eating the mashed up lemon rinds.

He coughs.

"I am normally more of a... bitter drink sort of Monster, but, well, this seems to be the preferred drink at this carnival. Your, uh, Mirror... has no such compulsion against alcoholic beverage, as I recall."

...his Mirror, huh?

Figures. Tim blows out a low groan of a sigh, his eyes flicking shut, and you know what, this over-sugared drink is sounding more tempting by the moment. He downs half of it in one go and lets his shoulders slump in defeat, because now all he can taste is lemon-flavored sugar and regrets.

"Yeah, well," Tim mutters, mutinous. "He's a dick."

"He was. He pretended to be nice at first and then laughed at me for being pathetic. I, well, perhaps was being pathetic. But it was cruel to point it out."

Asgore stares out across the midway, at the rides and stands and people milling about.

"He's probably here. Being a dick. Perhaps with my own Mirror. Who is also being a dick."

And Asgore, sincere as he is to a fault, probably didn't see fit to give the bastard what he deserved, which would've been a well-placed bludgeon to the face. But given how strong monsters are, that might've killed him.

That's Mirrors for you, he might've said, once. Now, he scratches at the rough growth of an unshaven jaw, and looks away.

"You hear about the whole deal with them? The Mirrors?"

"Uh, not... particularly," says Asgore, who instead of punching M!Tim, merely informed him that he was being needlessly cruel. "I assume nothing good."

"Well, we're thinking there's a way to get them on our side, actually." Yeah, that seems like a sensitive and nice thing to say to the guy who's just gotten done telling Tim how awful the Mirrors are. A good strategy, Tim.

He's not perfect.

"Oh are they... likely to do that? They, uh, seem to be... unpleasant. And not likely to get along well with others."

Asgore slams the rest of his drink, and then picks out the mashed up half of a lemon at the bottom, and starts chewing on it because goat.

"It's the Queen of Hearts who does that to them. She encourages them to go at each other. To go at us. There's no reason they have to."

Tim is, by contrast, neglecting his glass rather notably. He's too wrapped up in his own concern for the Mirrors and the Queen of Hearts to bother with much more than an absent sip or two.

Asgore pauses on his lemon chewing, then swallows in one large gulp.

"Ah. Ah. Your thought is... to kill her?"

Asgore knows how this game goes. It's his only game.

"Kill h - no." Tim's throat convulses as he swallows, his expression of concentration dissolving into one of apparenet shock.

"God, no. Just...figure out some what to get the Mirrors to realize she's pulling their strings. Let them live their own lives for once."

Ah.

"Ah. Apologies. I just. Well. Am used to the idea of the need to kill the ruler of a group to be able to escape a magical prison."

Awkward.

He resists the urge to say I know, because boy, boy does he know, and boy does he hate that he knows!

Push through it, Timothy. Come on.

"I mean, it's not...I'm not sure if it'd get us out of Wonderland. But it might mean the Mirrors can be - I dunno, nicer?"

"Ah, yes, I can see. They are not the most... winsome of fellow prisoners."

The opposite, really.

"So, how does one befriend the mirrors?"

"So far? Mostly by being nice to them." He has no idea where to set about beginning with his own, for what little it's worth. He's a little too close to that to make nice, at the moment, and thus has elected to keep up his strategy of pointed evasion.

"It's...kinda hit and miss."

"I suppose you could befriend mine with a keg of beer and a few........ indecent illustrated publications."

He pauses.

"Although I'm not sure you'd want to."

"He strikes me as more of a fratboy dick than someone genuinely dangerous." You know, for what it's worth. Which is kind of a good thing, if you think about it. He'd take egotistical and ineffectual over genuinely cunning and dangerous any day, which kinda means he'd prefer Asgore's Mirror to his own.

Well, maybe that's not such a surprise.

"What is a... fratboy dick?" Asgore asks, having never met a fratboy in his life before.

"...uh."

Okay, so jot this one down for the list of things Tim never expected he'd have to explain to anyone, let alone a giant-ass goat man whose soul he's technically shared.

"Like, kind of a jerk. A...jock? Did you have those?"

"What does a 'Jock' do?" Asgore asks. "Is that a... human job?"

"It's someone who plays a lotta football and is traditionally pretty dumb." He might not know much, but he knows his college stereotypes. Vaguely.

"...do you have football?"

"Oh, the game with the oblong ball. Alphys showed me an... anime about it. It has many helmets and boys with large shoulders. I was always more of a baseball fan, myself. So a 'jock' plays football and is not very smart. I see. Yes, my Mirror seems like the sort of person to play a lot of sports and is not, perhaps, the brightest of figures."

"Got it in one." It's a stupid stereotype, but at least the message came across well enough. "Anyway, bottom line is that he's...more just annoying than he is liable to hurt someone. Unless it's hurting their feelings, I guess."

Tim is pretty sure that he himself has thicker skin than that, but not everyone here does.

"Well, befriend the mirrors and then they can..." Asgore gestures around a bit uncertainly, "be kinder, I suppose? At least for the ones who can learn to be kind. That is a difficult goal, but it is a noble one."

"That's the plan. It's the fact that they're pitted against us and each other that makes their lives pretty miserable, and we - uh, some of us figure that we can keep it from getting worse. Maybe even help them."

Break the Queen of Hearts's hold over them, if that's even possible.

"Well, there are some of the Mirrors here," the goatly dad said, gesturing out across the fairway.

"Have you befriended any? I have not."

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ROLL TIDE

JESUS

Re: JESUS

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Derp, sorry, end-of-semester ennui is starting to set in

sall good!

so much end of semester

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