+ 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

[postictal]

"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."

[alphyswhatsabara]

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.

[postictal]

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?"

[alphyswhatsabara]

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

The opposite, really.

"So, how does one befriend the mirrors?"

[postictal]

"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."

[alphyswhatsabara]

"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."

[postictal]

"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.

ROLL TIDE

[alphyswhatsabara]

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

JESUS

[postictal]

"...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?"

Re: JESUS

[alphyswhatsabara]

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

[postictal]

"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?"

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

[alphyswhatsabara]

"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."

sall good!

[postictal]

"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.

so much end of semester

[alphyswhatsabara]

"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."

[postictal]

"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.

[alphyswhatsabara]

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

"Have you befriended any? I have not."

[postictal]

"Kinda," says Tim. "I mean, some of them seem pretty...paranoid, which I guess makes sense. But I'm on speaking terms with a couple of 'em, so it's possible."

Clem's Mirror, for one, though he's not sure she'd consider him a friend. He can't rightly blame her for that.

[alphyswhatsabara]

"I am glad that you have had a better time than I have in interacting with them. You have a kind heart, Tim the Human."

[postictal]

That's due for a wince. It might be earnest, but it's far from...deserved, for someone like him.

"Y'know there's more than one Tim here, right? And...he's also a human?" Which kind of makes the moniker of Tim the Human less than helpful.

[alphyswhatsabara]

"Ah, two human Tims! What a world we live in with so many Tims. Are you related?"

[postictal]

"...yeah, so that's not how, uh, names work?"

People aren't related by first name? Lots of people have the first name of "Tim," Asgore? How well did you know humans, exactly, Asgore?

[alphyswhatsabara]

Asgore looks concerned, confused, and conflicted.

"But, Tim is your family name, is it not? In all of Alphys's human ani-mes, it is always the first name that humans use for their family name, and it is polite to only use that name, isn't it? Have I misunderstood human relationships?"

[postictal]

"No?" says Tim. He doesn't know how Japanese surnames work, Asgore. He's a grown-ass man who grew up in Alabama, in a hospital, for most of his life. He is inadequately informed in regards to most modern pop culture, anime included, Asgore.

"I...no. I have a last name, but it's not like anyone calls me that?"

[alphyswhatsabara]

"So... all this time I have been calling you by your... personal name? And this was not... too personal for you? I suppose you absorbed my SOUL, so really that would probably imply a close enough relationship... but... you are not from the Tim family?"

Asgore stares down into his now empty lemon shake-up cup. The remainder of the melting ice cubes stare up at him in accusation.

[postictal]

"My last name is Wright," says Tim, praying to god that Asgore doesn't interpret that in the wrong way. "As in...W-R-I...I mean, everyone I know usually calls me 'Tim' so it's not like you're being - it's fine, okay?"

Please. Please, sir. It's fine. It's fine.