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

[vitaelamorte]

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!

Comments

[scoutsniper]

I'm not goddam defensive.

[Totally what a not-at-all-defensive person would say. ]

Fine. What do you want me to apologize for?

[Spell it out. He's dumb. Also an asshole. ]

[choosetruth]

I literally just stated it explicitly.

[Has he been hit on the head so much that he can't remember more than five minutes in the past?]

[scoutsniper]

[Yes. Basically. Yes. ]

You got a problem with the idea you're fucked up? Jesus. I'm so fucked up I'm just about down again.

[choosetruth]

[Holy fucking shit. This guy makes Jay look filled with common sense and critical reasoning skills.]

Are you incapable of even the smallest leaps of logic? Your specific words were, again, "a fucked up version of the original." If you can't figure out why that might bother someone who is, in fact, a copy of the original, then you are far too dense for me to waste my time on and you are welcome to go find someone else to explain it to you in small words.

[scoutsniper]

[ It's true: Frank's better with a gun and a target than he is with, you know, people. Even people in innocuous situations. Fifteen years of special operations doesn't exactly polish off the rough edges. ]

Listen. What do you think is worse? Being a fucked up copy? Or being the original who's fucked themselves up so bad they know they can never go back?

Or do I need to use smaller words to squeeze in around your goddam ego?

[choosetruth]

Being fucked up is not the issue, you moron! I was fucked up before they cloned me! I was--

[She grits her teeth snd shakes her head sharply. There's a point of divergence. The original Georgia wouldn't have given a fuck about what some dumbass like Frank thought about her. But then again, the original Georgia had a lot less to prove. Which was saying something, since she'd felt the need to take on the entire world.]

You know what? No. I'm sticking with my original line. I am happy to discuss the nuances of my situation after you apologize. Until then? Do me a favor and stay away, or I'll try my brother's way of problem solving instead.

[scoutsniper]

[ Frank's got his own point of divergence. Had nothing to with cloning, and everything to do with realizing how fucked up everything was. Including him. And how easily he'd fallen into that hole. ]

What? I apologize or you try to kill me? [Is he hearing this right?]

[choosetruth]

[She gives him another stare because wow, she knows Shaun can be violent but he's usually not murderous without good reason.

Maybe a demonstration will help. Or at least make her feel better.]

No. Something less permanent and more satisfying. Like this.

[Without any more warning than that, her fist darts out, slamming squarely into his face.]

I apologize forever

[scoutsniper]

[Things Frank should not say after getting punched in the face: ]

You punch like a girl.

[Said, of course, as he wipes a hand over his newly-bloodied mouth. Frank doesn't de-escalate. He doesn't know how. But she's a girl, so he ain't gonna throw down on her. Besides, he's dimly aware he probably deserved it.]

[choosetruth]

[She raises an eyebrow because wow. That's his response.

Shaun knows better than to hold back because of her gender. So do the zombies, technically.]

Damn right I do. But you should probably think long and hard about why you think that's an insult.

as usual, his worst enemy is...him.

[scoutsniper]

[Damn straight that's his response. He's had the goddam Kitchen Irish run a power drill through his foot. You think a sock in the jaw even rates compared to that? ]

Because you don't ground your weight behind it. [Simple.]

Word of advice: something pushes your goddam buttons that hard? Probably good idea not to let everyone know it.

frank omfg

[choosetruth]

Word of advice to you. Put some ice on that. I'm sure you'd die of shame when you have to tell people that a girl gave you that shiner.

[She's so done here. She turns to walk away.]

it's like a rollercoaster of his own worst impulses.

[scoutsniper]

[ HA! Joke's on you, George: noone's gonna fucking ask how Frank got hurt. ]

Prove my point, then. Go on.