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Carlos hadn’t been to a circus in years – not since he was little. But there had been a raffle at work and Carlos had won a coupon for a free ticket. He kinda hoped that his brother and/or his dad were in town so he could invite them to go with him.

Carlos made his way to the ticket office that was set up, standing in the line with his coupon as he looked at everything around him. Some things were different than what he remembered or imagined a circus to be like, but not everything could be a dated cliche trope he supposed.

Once at the ticket office he smiled and offered the coupon. “Hey… this any good?” he asked in a joking manner.

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The
acrobat hummed, shaking his head as he answered into a yawn from
boredom at the interview. “No, just seasonal stuff.. How um-“ Skip
rolled his neck, sighing into a crack in his vertebrae. “How much longer
are these questions? I wasn’t really expecting to be answering so much-
I thought it was just a get in get out..”

Carlos offered him a slight smile. “It’s just for formality’s sake. The needle is the ‘get in, get out’ part, heh.”

Carlos moved a few things around on the ipad before turning it to Skip. “Here. This is a consent form. Read it and go ahead and sign it. Don’t worry about the date – time isn’t real anyway.”

“No, I guess not huh,” Mumbled the acrobat as he grabbed up the clipboard and pen, slouching over to hurriedly scribble down his intitals with eyes set firmly on his handwriting. As soon as he finished, he popped up and handed the two things back, “Now what?”

“Well, we’ll start with the easy one,” Carlos said. “A blood sample. Have you eaten at all yet today, by the way?”

“Uh, no..?” Skip answered in a vaguely confused tone, unbuttoning his sleeve to roll it up above his elbow. Glancing over his slightly tan skin and seeing the dark blue veins just beneath it, he shuddered and looked away nervously. “What does that have to do, with anything?”

Carlos pressed his lips together. “Well, I don’t want you passing out when I pull blood out of you. But I have snacks thankfully – and juice.” He smiled and stood up. “C’mon.. I have it all in the break room fridge.”

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Carlos hadn’t been to a circus in years – not since he was little. But there had been a raffle at work and Carlos had won a coupon for a free ticket. He kinda hoped that his brother and/or his dad were in town so he could invite them to go with him.

Carlos made his way to the ticket office that was set up, standing in the line with his coupon as he looked at everything around him. Some things were different than what he remembered or imagined a circus to be like, but not everything could be a dated cliche trope he supposed.

Once at the ticket office he smiled and offered the coupon. “Hey… this any good?” he asked in a joking manner.

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The
acrobat hummed, shaking his head as he answered into a yawn from
boredom at the interview. “No, just seasonal stuff.. How um-“ Skip
rolled his neck, sighing into a crack in his vertebrae. “How much longer
are these questions? I wasn’t really expecting to be answering so much-
I thought it was just a get in get out..”

Carlos offered him a slight smile. “It’s just for formality’s sake. The needle is the ‘get in, get out’ part, heh.”

Carlos moved a few things around on the ipad before turning it to Skip. “Here. This is a consent form. Read it and go ahead and sign it. Don’t worry about the date – time isn’t real anyway.”

“No, I guess not huh,” Mumbled the acrobat as he grabbed up the clipboard and pen, slouching over to hurriedly scribble down his intitals with eyes set firmly on his handwriting. As soon as he finished, he popped up and handed the two things back, “Now what?”

“Well, we’ll start with the easy one,” Carlos said. “A blood sample. Have you eaten at all yet today, by the way?”

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Carlos hadn’t been to a circus in years – not since he was little. But there had been a raffle at work and Carlos had won a coupon for a free ticket. He kinda hoped that his brother and/or his dad were in town so he could invite them to go with him.

Carlos made his way to the ticket office that was set up, standing in the line with his coupon as he looked at everything around him. Some things were different than what he remembered or imagined a circus to be like, but not everything could be a dated cliche trope he supposed.

Once at the ticket office he smiled and offered the coupon. “Hey… this any good?” he asked in a joking manner.

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The
acrobat hummed, shaking his head as he answered into a yawn from
boredom at the interview. “No, just seasonal stuff.. How um-“ Skip
rolled his neck, sighing into a crack in his vertebrae. “How much longer
are these questions? I wasn’t really expecting to be answering so much-
I thought it was just a get in get out..”

Carlos offered him a slight smile. “It’s just for formality’s sake. The needle is the ‘get in, get out’ part, heh.”

Carlos moved a few things around on the ipad before turning it to Skip. “Here. This is a consent form. Read it and go ahead and sign it. Don’t worry about the date – time isn’t real anyway.”

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Carlos hadn’t been to a circus in years – not since he was little. But there had been a raffle at work and Carlos had won a coupon for a free ticket. He kinda hoped that his brother and/or his dad were in town so he could invite them to go with him.

Carlos made his way to the ticket office that was set up, standing in the line with his coupon as he looked at everything around him. Some things were different than what he remembered or imagined a circus to be like, but not everything could be a dated cliche trope he supposed.

Once at the ticket office he smiled and offered the coupon. “Hey… this any good?” he asked in a joking manner.

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“No,”
He sighed, “But just because something is voluntary based doesn’t mean
that gives people the right to just- blow it off. You know?” His voice
was stressed and fatherly, “People need to take charge.”

Carlos shrugged slightly. He then looked at Skip. “So was that a ‘no’ on the family medical history…? Or was that ‘no’ on your point…”

His eyes flitted back up to the scientist, the question catching him and his eager to speak mouth off guard. “Uhm- Yeah, I don’t have any family history… Sorry-“ It was embarrassing not being able to distinguish what you meant already, let alone with a scientist. “What even are you a scientist of?”

Carlos typed on his Ipad. He looked at Skip, because that was kind of a weird question. “Well… I’m a scientist of… science, I guess. Though inventing things is sort of my favorite thing to do… I’m not sure I understand your question.”

“I meant like, if you asked me ‘what do you do specifically in the circus’ I could answer by saying that I am a contortionist and an acrobat.” He explained through an easy tone, smiling his way through the words before shifting his eyes from the scientist to the posters on the walls, then back to the man. “I guess it doesn’t matter that much- you’re just a scientist and that’s all that matters..”

Carlos pursed his lips together and raised an eyebrow. “There’s no ‘just’ about it – I am a scientist. And I know what I’m doing. Or if I don’t, I’ll find out. That’s just how science works.”

He looked back at his Ipad. “Let’s see… oh. What vaccines have you had?”

“Vaccines?” He paused at the thought, “All of them? Except chicken pox.. Is that alright?” He Questioned worriedly, “I just never got around to it, if it’s necessary.. I can get it. I guess it never hurts to buckle down on that.” He said curiously, though he didn’t exactly care for needles or the idea of things being injected into him, but he also supposed that if children could do it then so could he.

Carlos hummed. “You should probably get the vaccine just in case,” Carlos said. “It’s possible you’ve already been exposed and don’t remember it since you’re an adult now, but it never hurts to be safe. This advice has nothing to do with the research by the way, I’m just saying as a scientist… you should probably get that done.”

Carlos worked a bit on his Ipad. “Okay… so.. any allergies? This doesn’t directly effect the research, but it could change how we take samples.”

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Carlos hadn’t been to a circus in years – not since he was little. But there had been a raffle at work and Carlos had won a coupon for a free ticket. He kinda hoped that his brother and/or his dad were in town so he could invite them to go with him.

Carlos made his way to the ticket office that was set up, standing in the line with his coupon as he looked at everything around him. Some things were different than what he remembered or imagined a circus to be like, but not everything could be a dated cliche trope he supposed.

Once at the ticket office he smiled and offered the coupon. “Hey… this any good?” he asked in a joking manner.

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“No,”
He sighed, “But just because something is voluntary based doesn’t mean
that gives people the right to just- blow it off. You know?” His voice
was stressed and fatherly, “People need to take charge.”

Carlos shrugged slightly. He then looked at Skip. “So was that a ‘no’ on the family medical history…? Or was that ‘no’ on your point…”

His eyes flitted back up to the scientist, the question catching him and his eager to speak mouth off guard. “Uhm- Yeah, I don’t have any family history… Sorry-“ It was embarrassing not being able to distinguish what you meant already, let alone with a scientist. “What even are you a scientist of?”

Carlos typed on his Ipad. He looked at Skip, because that was kind of a weird question. “Well… I’m a scientist of… science, I guess. Though inventing things is sort of my favorite thing to do… I’m not sure I understand your question.”

“I meant like, if you asked me ‘what do you do specifically in the circus’ I could answer by saying that I am a contortionist and an acrobat.” He explained through an easy tone, smiling his way through the words before shifting his eyes from the scientist to the posters on the walls, then back to the man. “I guess it doesn’t matter that much- you’re just a scientist and that’s all that matters..”

Carlos pursed his lips together and raised an eyebrow. “There’s no ‘just’ about it – I am a scientist. And I know what I’m doing. Or if I don’t, I’ll find out. That’s just how science works.”

He looked back at his Ipad. “Let’s see… oh. What vaccines have you had?”

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Carlos hadn’t been to a circus in years – not since he was little. But there had been a raffle at work and Carlos had won a coupon for a free ticket. He kinda hoped that his brother and/or his dad were in town so he could invite them to go with him.

Carlos made his way to the ticket office that was set up, standing in the line with his coupon as he looked at everything around him. Some things were different than what he remembered or imagined a circus to be like, but not everything could be a dated cliche trope he supposed.

Once at the ticket office he smiled and offered the coupon. “Hey… this any good?” he asked in a joking manner.

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“No,”
He sighed, “But just because something is voluntary based doesn’t mean
that gives people the right to just- blow it off. You know?” His voice
was stressed and fatherly, “People need to take charge.”

Carlos shrugged slightly. He then looked at Skip. “So was that a ‘no’ on the family medical history…? Or was that ‘no’ on your point…”

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Carlos hadn’t been to a circus in years – not since he was little. But there had been a raffle at work and Carlos had won a coupon for a free ticket. He kinda hoped that his brother and/or his dad were in town so he could invite them to go with him.

Carlos made his way to the ticket office that was set up, standing in the line with his coupon as he looked at everything around him. Some things were different than what he remembered or imagined a circus to be like, but not everything could be a dated cliche trope he supposed.

Once at the ticket office he smiled and offered the coupon. “Hey… this any good?” he asked in a joking manner.

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“Skip
Mariah Danby,” He sighed, embarrassment twisting the tone of his tongue
as his eyes followed the walls and his foot tapped into the air. “Why
do you need to interview me if you’re just taking stuff from my body?
Can’t you just- I don’t know.. Knock me out and take what you want?”

Carlos made a slight face at that question, but he quickly wiped it away. “Well, no… I’d really rather not do that,” he told Skip. “I need to be able to label the samples correctly and I need to know some of your physical conditions so I can keep it in mind while testing.”

He quickly typed in Skip’s name. “I’m a scientist, but definitely not the ‘mad’ variety.”

“Then maybe you’re the cute variety, I think it’s a rare species.” In the moment he believed it to be one of the cheesiest pick up lines he had come up with, it was a severe blow to his ego and he instantly regretted it. He flinched at his own words, opening his mouth to say something but finding it empty.

Fingers ran through his hair nervously as he finally stuttered out, “S-sorry..”

Carlos lifted an eyebrow at him. “Uh… are you okay?” he asked. He tried to be gentle about it, but it probably came out as sounding like he was weirded out by Skip. Which he probably was, just… not for the flirting.

“Do… do you want some water or something to eat? Just to help you feel more comfortable?”

Skip wanted to flinch back and make a sassy remark about how Carlos couldn’t even take a compliment, they weren’t in the Middle Ages. Instead he simply blushed harder now even more embarrassed, “No,” The acrobat sighed through locked teeth, “Anymore questions?” Now he just wanted to get this done and over with, what an absolute mistake getting out of bed this morning.

“Yeah, actually,” Carlos said. “Just blood type and stuff…”

He thought about it. “Would you rather do this later?” If Skip said yes, Carlos had a feeling that they’d never get to the experiment and Carlos would be out of a volunteer. But he had to ask.

“No, I’m fine. It’s B positive,” He snapped back quickly, leaning back into the chair and flickering his gaze towards the nearest window, staring at the birds who screamed and the clouds that dragged in greens and greys.

A breath left his lips, “There aren’t any other volunteers? What’s this town gonna come to? People need to learn to share,” Rolling his eyes was a kick to the wounded, “God.”

Carlos typed in the blood type. “Night Vale is full of suspicious people. They probably think I’m doing something nefarious with the samples. Or at least something gross, even though I’ve never gave them either impression ever.” He shrugged slightly. “But yeah, with how bloodstone magic is a thing, you’d think they’d be more willing to throw their blood around. Do you have any medical conditions, pre-existing or not?”

“Uhm,” Did being a bloodsucker count? “N-no, I guess not.. But yeah, people are so conservative when it comes to their blood. It’s so annoying sometimes,” Skip ranted momentarily, crossing his arms stiffly. “They get so awkward, and I’m like ‘listen dude I’m not forcing your hand, relax!’” He found himself laughing warmly, thinking back to many altercations between humans.

“Ah, I don’t know.. People can just be so uptight.”

Carlos just nodded in silent agreement. “But still… ‘volunteer’ implies agency, and I want to uphold that,” Carlos said. “Any history of medical conditions? Heart disease, diabetes, and the like?”

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Carlos hadn’t been to a circus in years – not since he was little. But there had been a raffle at work and Carlos had won a coupon for a free ticket. He kinda hoped that his brother and/or his dad were in town so he could invite them to go with him.

Carlos made his way to the ticket office that was set up, standing in the line with his coupon as he looked at everything around him. Some things were different than what he remembered or imagined a circus to be like, but not everything could be a dated cliche trope he supposed.

Once at the ticket office he smiled and offered the coupon. “Hey… this any good?” he asked in a joking manner.

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“Skip
Mariah Danby,” He sighed, embarrassment twisting the tone of his tongue
as his eyes followed the walls and his foot tapped into the air. “Why
do you need to interview me if you’re just taking stuff from my body?
Can’t you just- I don’t know.. Knock me out and take what you want?”

Carlos made a slight face at that question, but he quickly wiped it away. “Well, no… I’d really rather not do that,” he told Skip. “I need to be able to label the samples correctly and I need to know some of your physical conditions so I can keep it in mind while testing.”

He quickly typed in Skip’s name. “I’m a scientist, but definitely not the ‘mad’ variety.”

“Then maybe you’re the cute variety, I think it’s a rare species.” In the moment he believed it to be one of the cheesiest pick up lines he had come up with, it was a severe blow to his ego and he instantly regretted it. He flinched at his own words, opening his mouth to say something but finding it empty.

Fingers ran through his hair nervously as he finally stuttered out, “S-sorry..”

Carlos lifted an eyebrow at him. “Uh… are you okay?” he asked. He tried to be gentle about it, but it probably came out as sounding like he was weirded out by Skip. Which he probably was, just… not for the flirting.

“Do… do you want some water or something to eat? Just to help you feel more comfortable?”

Skip wanted to flinch back and make a sassy remark about how Carlos couldn’t even take a compliment, they weren’t in the Middle Ages. Instead he simply blushed harder now even more embarrassed, “No,” The acrobat sighed through locked teeth, “Anymore questions?” Now he just wanted to get this done and over with, what an absolute mistake getting out of bed this morning.

“Yeah, actually,” Carlos said. “Just blood type and stuff…”

He thought about it. “Would you rather do this later?” If Skip said yes, Carlos had a feeling that they’d never get to the experiment and Carlos would be out of a volunteer. But he had to ask.

“No, I’m fine. It’s B positive,” He snapped back quickly, leaning back into the chair and flickering his gaze towards the nearest window, staring at the birds who screamed and the clouds that dragged in greens and greys.

A breath left his lips, “There aren’t any other volunteers? What’s this town gonna come to? People need to learn to share,” Rolling his eyes was a kick to the wounded, “God.”

Carlos typed in the blood type. “Night Vale is full of suspicious people. They probably think I’m doing something nefarious with the samples. Or at least something gross, even though I’ve never gave them either impression ever.” He shrugged slightly. “But yeah, with how bloodstone magic is a thing, you’d think they’d be more willing to throw their blood around. Do you have any medical conditions, pre-existing or not?”