My Fingers Slipped @partyplanningforsuckers The heat only seemed to be packed in at the circus, with the hundreds of citizens that had swarmed like ants and the intense rides that seemed to have a life of their own. The smell of sugary cotton candy and popcorn was enough to lure anyone who had just come from a days work, the circus was the place to be. With a circle of sand and tigers, along with swinging trapeze and double jointed dancers, the main stage was selling ticket for such a view.

partyplanningforsuckers:

the-perfect-scientist:

partyplanningforsuckers:

the-perfect-scientist:

partyplanningforsuckers

the-perfect-scientist:

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.

@partyplanningforsuckers

“Don’t
worry,” Skip said to the other scientist as he caught Lore in his arms,
lifting them into a bridal hold before slowly levitating them just a
few inches above his hands. “I’ve got a better place,” He seemed a bit
more concentrated now, eyes firm on their body as he let them lay in the
air.

“But Lore wanted to see the show later,” another scientist said. “They were really excited about it. I think they’ll appreciate it better to be here when they wake up.”

The vampire wanted to hiss at their assumptions and drain them just for talking, but he restrained himself and simply shook his head. “Oh no, they’ll stay right here until I say otherwise and whenever I snap my fingers they will know how to speak the Dead Language, Latin.

The poor scientists didn’t know what was going on. But then one of them noticed Lore wasn’t actually touching Skip’s hands as they lay.

“Wait – whoa, are they floating?”

“The gravity didn’t turn off again,” one of the other scientists commented astutely.

As scientists, there was clearly something heavy to be said about their delayed reaction.

“They are floating yes, they’ll stay like that for a while.. maybe they’ll allow me to feed on them,” He cleared his throat and shook his head, “Not that I would pressure them- it’s only that live blood is so much better than old.”

The scientists suddenly grew quiet. It wasn’t a silence of awe, but it was kind of awkward.

“Wait, what?” asked a scientist, looking up from his work. He was just barely catching up to what was going on.

“So that’s why he can hypnotize people so well,” one of the scientists murmured, as if they were about to delve deep in thought with this new revelation.

My Fingers Slipped @partyplanningforsuckers The heat only seemed to be packed in at the circus, with the hundreds of citizens that had swarmed like ants and the intense rides that seemed to have a life of their own. The smell of sugary cotton candy and popcorn was enough to lure anyone who had just come from a days work, the circus was the place to be. With a circle of sand and tigers, along with swinging trapeze and double jointed dancers, the main stage was selling ticket for such a view.

partyplanningforsuckers:

the-perfect-scientist:

partyplanningforsuckers

the-perfect-scientist:

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.

@partyplanningforsuckers

“Don’t
worry,” Skip said to the other scientist as he caught Lore in his arms,
lifting them into a bridal hold before slowly levitating them just a
few inches above his hands. “I’ve got a better place,” He seemed a bit
more concentrated now, eyes firm on their body as he let them lay in the
air.

“But Lore wanted to see the show later,” another scientist said. “They were really excited about it. I think they’ll appreciate it better to be here when they wake up.”

The vampire wanted to hiss at their assumptions and drain them just for talking, but he restrained himself and simply shook his head. “Oh no, they’ll stay right here until I say otherwise and whenever I snap my fingers they will know how to speak the Dead Language, Latin.

The poor scientists didn’t know what was going on. But then one of them noticed Lore wasn’t actually touching Skip’s hands as they lay.

“Wait – whoa, are they floating?”

“The gravity didn’t turn off again,” one of the other scientists commented astutely.

As scientists, there was clearly something heavy to be said about their delayed reaction.

My Fingers Slipped @partyplanningforsuckers The heat only seemed to be packed in at the circus, with the hundreds of citizens that had swarmed like ants and the intense rides that seemed to have a life of their own. The smell of sugary cotton candy and popcorn was enough to lure anyone who had just come from a days work, the circus was the place to be. With a circle of sand and tigers, along with swinging trapeze and double jointed dancers, the main stage was selling ticket for such a view.

partyplanningforsuckers

the-perfect-scientist:

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.

@partyplanningforsuckers

“Don’t
worry,” Skip said to the other scientist as he caught Lore in his arms,
lifting them into a bridal hold before slowly levitating them just a
few inches above his hands. “I’ve got a better place,” He seemed a bit
more concentrated now, eyes firm on their body as he let them lay in the
air.

“But Lore wanted to see the show later,” another scientist said. “They were really excited about it. I think they’ll appreciate it better to be here when they wake up.”

My Fingers Slipped @partyplanningforsuckers The heat only seemed to be packed in at the circus, with the hundreds of citizens that had swarmed like ants and the intense rides that seemed to have a life of their own. The smell of sugary cotton candy and popcorn was enough to lure anyone who had just come from a days work, the circus was the place to be. With a circle of sand and tigers, along with swinging trapeze and double jointed dancers, the main stage was selling ticket for such a view.

partyplanningforsuckers:

the-perfect-scientist:

partyplanningforsuckers:

the-perfect-scientist:

partyplanningforsuckers:

the-perfect-scientist:

partyplanningforsuckers

the-perfect-scientist:

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.

@partyplanningforsuckers

“That’s
perfectly fine,” Skip coached softly as he extended his own slender
hands towards theirs and gently clasped them into his, he rubbed the
tops of their hands slowly and soothingly as he continued to speak
quietly. “Now, tell me.. Do you have a happy place? I have a
happy place, and it all starts and ends with your eyes and lips.” He
hummed sweetly, his rubbing motions repeating over and beginning their
work of hypnotism. “Wow, your heart rate is pretty high huh? Relax, take
a deep breath..”

The other scientists were quietly doing work, but some of them were curiously listening in, wondering what would happen as Lore took a deep breath and let it out with a sigh through their noise.

A couple of the scientists wondered if Skip was flirting. The quip about Lore’s eyes and lips? It seemed a little weird.

Skip was flirting, but he wouldn’t advance on Lore even if they asked for him to. Well.. at least he wouldn’t advance on them here, he had his dignity. Though hypnosis for Skip was a romantic thing of great delicacy, it was like handling a creation of hollow chocolate.

“Are you watching me? Can you see my aura? I can see yours, a brilliant clover shade that curls like vines.. curling around your wrists, curling around your waist, your shoulders and thighs.. it moves you, it conducts you.. you are one of thought with the aura..” he derailed softly, “In and out my love, breathe..”

Lore had the urge to giggle, but for some reason they didn’t. They just breathed along with Skip as instructed. They were in a lull with their hands delicately resting in Skip’s.

A distant thought that they could barely hear reminded them that what was happening right then was pretty darn cool.

“Now,” He instructed with a slowly firming voice, beginning a new pattern along their hands to extend directly down their lifeline. “Can you meet my eyes? Don’t blink now, it’ll be a staring contest- just you n’ me.

Lore’s eyes met Skip’s and they just stared at him, unwilling to blink. The other scientists were glancing over curiously. Lore had never been so quiet before.

Then it began to appear that Skip’s eyes were shifting in colors, much like a spiral into a dark abyss that was his iris. His lids lowered and his right hand moved to their cheek, caressing it sweetly. “Give me your weight now, I understand if you’re feeling tired- I can get you a place to sleep..”

The other scientists were confused. That was it? Was it the warm-up over?

Lore immediately seemed to slack and leaned forward into Skip, completely trusting him to catch them.

“Uh… there’s a couch in the break room,” one of the scientists suggested, his voice quiet as he didn’t want to accidentally break…. whatever it was that Skip had done. Nor did he want to wake Lore – maybe the hypnotism exhausted them.

My Fingers Slipped @partyplanningforsuckers The heat only seemed to be packed in at the circus, with the hundreds of citizens that had swarmed like ants and the intense rides that seemed to have a life of their own. The smell of sugary cotton candy and popcorn was enough to lure anyone who had just come from a days work, the circus was the place to be. With a circle of sand and tigers, along with swinging trapeze and double jointed dancers, the main stage was selling ticket for such a view.

partyplanningforsuckers:

the-perfect-scientist:

partyplanningforsuckers:

the-perfect-scientist:

partyplanningforsuckers

the-perfect-scientist:

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.

@partyplanningforsuckers

“That’s
perfectly fine,” Skip coached softly as he extended his own slender
hands towards theirs and gently clasped them into his, he rubbed the
tops of their hands slowly and soothingly as he continued to speak
quietly. “Now, tell me.. Do you have a happy place? I have a
happy place, and it all starts and ends with your eyes and lips.” He
hummed sweetly, his rubbing motions repeating over and beginning their
work of hypnotism. “Wow, your heart rate is pretty high huh? Relax, take
a deep breath..”

The other scientists were quietly doing work, but some of them were curiously listening in, wondering what would happen as Lore took a deep breath and let it out with a sigh through their noise.

A couple of the scientists wondered if Skip was flirting. The quip about Lore’s eyes and lips? It seemed a little weird.

Skip was flirting, but he wouldn’t advance on Lore even if they asked for him to. Well.. at least he wouldn’t advance on them here, he had his dignity. Though hypnosis for Skip was a romantic thing of great delicacy, it was like handling a creation of hollow chocolate.

“Are you watching me? Can you see my aura? I can see yours, a brilliant clover shade that curls like vines.. curling around your wrists, curling around your waist, your shoulders and thighs.. it moves you, it conducts you.. you are one of thought with the aura..” he derailed softly, “In and out my love, breathe..”

Lore had the urge to giggle, but for some reason they didn’t. They just breathed along with Skip as instructed. They were in a lull with their hands delicately resting in Skip’s.

A distant thought that they could barely hear reminded them that what was happening right then was pretty darn cool.

“Now,” He instructed with a slowly firming voice, beginning a new pattern along their hands to extend directly down their lifeline. “Can you meet my eyes? Don’t blink now, it’ll be a staring contest- just you n’ me.

Lore’s eyes met Skip’s and they just stared at him, unwilling to blink. The other scientists were glancing over curiously. Lore had never been so quiet before.

My Fingers Slipped @partyplanningforsuckers The heat only seemed to be packed in at the circus, with the hundreds of citizens that had swarmed like ants and the intense rides that seemed to have a life of their own. The smell of sugary cotton candy and popcorn was enough to lure anyone who had just come from a days work, the circus was the place to be. With a circle of sand and tigers, along with swinging trapeze and double jointed dancers, the main stage was selling ticket for such a view.

partyplanningforsuckers:

the-perfect-scientist:

partyplanningforsuckers

the-perfect-scientist:

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.

@partyplanningforsuckers

“That’s
perfectly fine,” Skip coached softly as he extended his own slender
hands towards theirs and gently clasped them into his, he rubbed the
tops of their hands slowly and soothingly as he continued to speak
quietly. “Now, tell me.. Do you have a happy place? I have a
happy place, and it all starts and ends with your eyes and lips.” He
hummed sweetly, his rubbing motions repeating over and beginning their
work of hypnotism. “Wow, your heart rate is pretty high huh? Relax, take
a deep breath..”

The other scientists were quietly doing work, but some of them were curiously listening in, wondering what would happen as Lore took a deep breath and let it out with a sigh through their noise.

A couple of the scientists wondered if Skip was flirting. The quip about Lore’s eyes and lips? It seemed a little weird.

Skip was flirting, but he wouldn’t advance on Lore even if they asked for him to. Well.. at least he wouldn’t advance on them here, he had his dignity. Though hypnosis for Skip was a romantic thing of great delicacy, it was like handling a creation of hollow chocolate.

“Are you watching me? Can you see my aura? I can see yours, a brilliant clover shade that curls like vines.. curling around your wrists, curling around your waist, your shoulders and thighs.. it moves you, it conducts you.. you are one of thought with the aura..” he derailed softly, “In and out my love, breathe..”

Lore had the urge to giggle, but for some reason they didn’t. They just breathed along with Skip as instructed. They were in a lull with their hands delicately resting in Skip’s.

A distant thought that they could barely hear reminded them that what was happening right then was pretty darn cool.

My Fingers Slipped @partyplanningforsuckers The heat only seemed to be packed in at the circus, with the hundreds of citizens that had swarmed like ants and the intense rides that seemed to have a life of their own. The smell of sugary cotton candy and popcorn was enough to lure anyone who had just come from a days work, the circus was the place to be. With a circle of sand and tigers, along with swinging trapeze and double jointed dancers, the main stage was selling ticket for such a view.

partyplanningforsuckers

the-perfect-scientist:

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.

@partyplanningforsuckers

“That’s
perfectly fine,” Skip coached softly as he extended his own slender
hands towards theirs and gently clasped them into his, he rubbed the
tops of their hands slowly and soothingly as he continued to speak
quietly. “Now, tell me.. Do you have a happy place? I have a
happy place, and it all starts and ends with your eyes and lips.” He
hummed sweetly, his rubbing motions repeating over and beginning their
work of hypnotism. “Wow, your heart rate is pretty high huh? Relax, take
a deep breath..”

The other scientists were quietly doing work, but some of them were curiously listening in, wondering what would happen as Lore took a deep breath and let it out with a sigh through their noise.

A couple of the scientists wondered if Skip was flirting. The quip about Lore’s eyes and lips? It seemed a little weird.

My Fingers Slipped @partyplanningforsuckers The heat only seemed to be packed in at the circus, with the hundreds of citizens that had swarmed like ants and the intense rides that seemed to have a life of their own. The smell of sugary cotton candy and popcorn was enough to lure anyone who had just come from a days work, the circus was the place to be. With a circle of sand and tigers, along with swinging trapeze and double jointed dancers, the main stage was selling ticket for such a view.

partyplanningforsuckers:

the-perfect-scientist:

partyplanningforsuckers:

the-perfect-scientist:

partyplanningforsuckers:

the-perfect-scientist:

partyplanningforsuckers:

the-perfect-scientist:

partyplanningforsuckers

So
with that, the other gave a smile and went off to give a lengthy call
to the man he had meant to cancel plans with. He couldn’t have felt
cheaper as he called in and tapped his foot against the wall, he blushed
in embarrassment as he did so. Watching the other scientists made him
hungry just thinking about dinner.

Carlos went to his meeting with the Literal Rock Band and they discussed, among other things, the band’s habit of eating on stage. He wasn’t sure how they managed it, but chicken bones and soda cans would be left on the stage by them and the hosts at the theaters weren’t very happy about it. If they wanted to keep going with their gigs, they needed to clean up their act. Literally. They were young rocks, but Carlos thought that he was getting through to them.

It was an unestablished time that Skip began to grow lonely and hungry, adding up to be a dangerous vampire. Neurally, he headed towards a bundle of scientists and perked up. “Hi! My name’s Skip! May I ask for one of your hands?” He asked the group, glancing around.

One of the scientists didn’t even look up as they were so engrossed with their current analysis. But a the other scientists glanced at Skip with a confused look. “Um… why?” asked one of the scientists. “Do you need something?”

“I thought the show wasn’t until later,” a different scientist asked.

“Sure it is, but I’m sure you’ve all heard of a warm up.” Skip had heard of scientists being dorks, but he hadn’t heard of them being so unwilling and possibly stuck up. “I can’t exactly do this on myself,”

“Oh, I can help!” a smaller scientist with purple hair exclaimed. They quickly bagged up their samples and tried to yank off their gloves, though they struggled with one of them since they were going so fast. “Sorry – gimme a second!”

“Lore, make sure you wash and change your coat,” one of the other scientists told them. “You don’t want to accidentally contaminate him with… um…”

“With my samples from the
B͡r̶o҉w҉n ̵S̨ton̨e Spi͏r͝ȩ

, got it!” Lore said and they rushed off to the wash station

Skip watched them go off with their bit of excitement, he was too was eager about his warm up but was also rather inspired by their energy.

This made him hungrier.

Lore took off their labcoat and threw it in the hamper for decontamination and washed their hands and face, practically buzzing with energy. They were really excited to see the hypnotism show later, so of course they jumped at the chance to help.

After their hands were washed, Lore took a fresh lab coat from the closet and put it on. They pat their poofy hair (Poof!) and came back with a wide smile on their face.

Skip smiled back and held his hand out for them to take, his voice soft and coaxing like any good vampire would do. “Any part of your body will do, this should be pretty cool for you huh? You look excited, don’t worry I won’t make you do anything awful..”

partyplanningforsuckers

the-perfect-scientist:

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.

@partyplanningforsuckers

Skip
smiled back and held his hand out for them to take, his voice soft and
coaxing like any good vampire would do. “Any part of your body will do,
this should be pretty cool for you huh? You look excited, don’t worry I
won’t make you do anything awful..”

“Okay,” Lore said, still smiling at Skip. “So… just hold out my hand like this?” they asked as they raised their hand, their palm facing downward.

My Fingers Slipped @partyplanningforsuckers The heat only seemed to be packed in at the circus, with the hundreds of citizens that had swarmed like ants and the intense rides that seemed to have a life of their own. The smell of sugary cotton candy and popcorn was enough to lure anyone who had just come from a days work, the circus was the place to be. With a circle of sand and tigers, along with swinging trapeze and double jointed dancers, the main stage was selling ticket for such a view.

partyplanningforsuckers:

the-perfect-scientist:

partyplanningforsuckers:

the-perfect-scientist:

partyplanningforsuckers:

the-perfect-scientist:

partyplanningforsuckers

the-perfect-scientist:

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.

@partyplanningforsuckers

So
with that, the other gave a smile and went off to give a lengthy call
to the man he had meant to cancel plans with. He couldn’t have felt
cheaper as he called in and tapped his foot against the wall, he blushed
in embarrassment as he did so. Watching the other scientists made him
hungry just thinking about dinner.

Carlos went to his meeting with the Literal Rock Band and they discussed, among other things, the band’s habit of eating on stage. He wasn’t sure how they managed it, but chicken bones and soda cans would be left on the stage by them and the hosts at the theaters weren’t very happy about it. If they wanted to keep going with their gigs, they needed to clean up their act. Literally. They were young rocks, but Carlos thought that he was getting through to them.

It was an unestablished time that Skip began to grow lonely and hungry, adding up to be a dangerous vampire. Neurally, he headed towards a bundle of scientists and perked up. “Hi! My name’s Skip! May I ask for one of your hands?” He asked the group, glancing around.

One of the scientists didn’t even look up as they were so engrossed with their current analysis. But a the other scientists glanced at Skip with a confused look. “Um… why?” asked one of the scientists. “Do you need something?”

“I thought the show wasn’t until later,” a different scientist asked.

“Sure it is, but I’m sure you’ve all heard of a warm up.” Skip had heard of scientists being dorks, but he hadn’t heard of them being so unwilling and possibly stuck up. “I can’t exactly do this on myself,”

“Oh, I can help!” a smaller scientist with purple hair exclaimed. They quickly bagged up their samples and tried to yank off their gloves, though they struggled with one of them since they were going so fast. “Sorry – gimme a second!”

“Lore, make sure you wash and change your coat,” one of the other scientists told them. “You don’t want to accidentally contaminate him with… um…”

“With my samples from the
B͡r̶o҉w҉n ̵S̨ton̨e Spi͏r͝ȩ

, got it!” Lore said and they rushed off to the wash station

Skip watched them go off with their bit of excitement, he was too was eager about his warm up but was also rather inspired by their energy.

This made him hungrier.

Lore took off their labcoat and threw it in the hamper for decontamination and washed their hands and face, practically buzzing with energy. They were really excited to see the hypnotism show later, so of course they jumped at the chance to help.

After their hands were washed, Lore took a fresh lab coat from the closet and put it on. They pat their poofy hair (Poof!) and came back with a wide smile on their face.

My Fingers Slipped @partyplanningforsuckers The heat only seemed to be packed in at the circus, with the hundreds of citizens that had swarmed like ants and the intense rides that seemed to have a life of their own. The smell of sugary cotton candy and popcorn was enough to lure anyone who had just come from a days work, the circus was the place to be. With a circle of sand and tigers, along with swinging trapeze and double jointed dancers, the main stage was selling ticket for such a view.

partyplanningforsuckers:

the-perfect-scientist:

partyplanningforsuckers:

the-perfect-scientist:

partyplanningforsuckers

the-perfect-scientist:

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.

@partyplanningforsuckers

So
with that, the other gave a smile and went off to give a lengthy call
to the man he had meant to cancel plans with. He couldn’t have felt
cheaper as he called in and tapped his foot against the wall, he blushed
in embarrassment as he did so. Watching the other scientists made him
hungry just thinking about dinner.

Carlos went to his meeting with the Literal Rock Band and they discussed, among other things, the band’s habit of eating on stage. He wasn’t sure how they managed it, but chicken bones and soda cans would be left on the stage by them and the hosts at the theaters weren’t very happy about it. If they wanted to keep going with their gigs, they needed to clean up their act. Literally. They were young rocks, but Carlos thought that he was getting through to them.

It was an unestablished time that Skip began to grow lonely and hungry, adding up to be a dangerous vampire. Neurally, he headed towards a bundle of scientists and perked up. “Hi! My name’s Skip! May I ask for one of your hands?” He asked the group, glancing around.

One of the scientists didn’t even look up as they were so engrossed with their current analysis. But a the other scientists glanced at Skip with a confused look. “Um… why?” asked one of the scientists. “Do you need something?”

“I thought the show wasn’t until later,” a different scientist asked.

“Sure it is, but I’m sure you’ve all heard of a warm up.” Skip had heard of scientists being dorks, but he hadn’t heard of them being so unwilling and possibly stuck up. “I can’t exactly do this on myself,”

“Oh, I can help!” a smaller scientist with purple hair exclaimed. They quickly bagged up their samples and tried to yank off their gloves, though they struggled with one of them since they were going so fast. “Sorry – gimme a second!”

“Lore, make sure you wash and change your coat,” one of the other scientists told them. “You don’t want to accidentally contaminate him with… um…”

“With my samples from the
B͡r̶o҉w҉n ̵S̨ton̨e Spi͏r͝ȩ

, got it!” Lore said and they rushed off to the wash station