+ 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

[rightcall]

( clementine eyes him carefully as he gets to his feet and then she nods, turning in place so she can head off to the shooting range. she can always come back to the carnival later on another day. she's still not sure how much she trusts it, but she also really misses just... having fun. can't remember the last time she did that. maybe she'll remember how. maybe it's like something that isn't forgotten.

no matter how long it's been. )

Thanks. ( for offering to teach her, for being willing to leave with her in the middle of whatever else he was doing. )

I'd say sorry for taking you away from the carnival, but it didn't really seem like you wanted to join in either.

[expunge]

( bits and pieces of the armor he's wearing clank when he walks; heavy boots hit the ground with a loud sound. he's not being careful to disguise his presence, and jason todd was taught to be noisy, distracting. and even if he stayed in corners, he wasn't intent on lurking quietly. this was more his goal: picking people out of the crowd, figuring out strengths, weaknesses.

she should probably smarter than wandering off with a guy in full armor, but jason's not going to hurt her. )

I wasn't there for the fun and games. ( obviously. )

[rightcall]

( clementine cannot think of a reason for him to kill her. the closets provide everything they could need. she is not trying to threaten him, and even if she does die, she comes back. everyone comes back. survival is so important where she is from that she doesn't think about people who kill for some reason other than perceived need of some kind, than a reason. she doesn't think about people who just maybe like it. there was no reason for carver to shove reggie off the roof except no- there was reason for that too.

reggie was weak, and carver wanted the community to be strong. it sometimes makes her sick she can understand carver so well. )

...were you there to scope it out?

[expunge]

I was looking for something. ( an honest answer, albeit vague as hell. there was once a kid about her size running around yelling shit about batman, about the robins who had come after jason's--death, disappearance, whatever the hell kids are calling it on this side of the multiverse. he certainly hadn't died. no, jason remembers the time under the joker's thumb with a painfully clear memory; every hit, every shock, every twisted sentences that came out of that clown's mouth. harley. every other villain he brought in to show off his new favorite chew toy.

but he's not finding answers here, so there is no reason to stick around any longer. he lifts his shoulders up in a slight shrug, metal clanking loud against metal at the motion. )

It wasn't there. No point in staying.

[rightcall]

( clementine nods, appreciating the honest answer for what it is. no one really owes anyone else any honesty. people have a right t say what they want and to not share anymore than that so she doesn't press. she just walks alongside him in the quiet that follows.

they're nearly to the shooting range when something else occurs to her. )

Is that... comfortable?

( the suit. it looks badass. it is very protective but also very metal. )

[expunge]

Armor's not meant to be comfortable. ( it's heavy, meant more for protecting shit that jason probably doesn't need protection from. this isn't gotham, but it's not as if he ever wears other shit. even when his helmet isn't on, he's got armor on under his hoodie.

jason reaches a hand out, plants a gloved palm against the top of clementine's head.)

It's efficient. ( and hides his face, which is always good. )

[rightcall]

( clemntine lifts her eyebrows as he plants a hand on her head, staring up at it in confusion briefly before her gaze moves to him again. she shrugs after a moment, folding her arms loosely across her chest. finally, a little smirk leaves her. )

Yeah. Meant to keep you protected and stronger more than anything. Looks like it must do the job.

I'm Clementine by the way. ( she doesn't really know what to call him, but she doubts she's running around people giving them an actual name if he's all suited up and masked all the time. )