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Starways to Hell

ravagewhistler:

the-perfect-scientist:

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ravagewhistler

“Yeah.
He likes chocolate…. he likes.. blankets. Movies….. says hisfavorite
candy on terra was a hard strawberry candy with a gooey center of
strawberry…. we have similar here in space.”

“Oh, Grandma Candy?” Carlos asked. “Yeah… unfortunately I
didn’t bring any of that with me. Do you have the space counterpart someplace?
To give Peter?”

“Yeah. Sort of. He says it tastes just like it. It’s luci fruit candy.”

Carlos nodded. “Let’s bring him some of that… and what does
K… Obfonteri like?”

“Just call him Kraglin.. or kraggles…. … he’s a fan of that gooey taffy and meat. Any kind…. dried and flavored. Loves the stuff. Always has a packet….. loves the stuff.”

“Gooey taffy? Oh, sort of like Laffy Taffies. Okay,” Carlos
said. “And jerked meat, huh? That’s… huh. Okay. Want to… bring him some of that
as well? Since we’re bringing Peter something.”

Starways to Hell

ravagewhistler:

the-perfect-scientist:

ravagewhistler

“Yeah.
He likes chocolate…. he likes.. blankets. Movies….. says hisfavorite
candy on terra was a hard strawberry candy with a gooey center of
strawberry…. we have similar here in space.”

“Oh, Grandma Candy?” Carlos asked. “Yeah… unfortunately I
didn’t bring any of that with me. Do you have the space counterpart someplace?
To give Peter?”

“Yeah. Sort of. He says it tastes just like it. It’s luci fruit candy.”

Carlos nodded. “Let’s bring him some of that… and what does
K… Obfonteri like?”

selfmedicatingmayor:

the-perfect-scientist:

“Wow. The most I’ve ever done was given my brother jinxed
pens on occasion. I didn’t want to be too
much of a butt to him, you know?” He offered the other man a slight smile.

“Heh, you were a good brother then. Only way I could ever fight back was with shit from the prank shops, but that ain’t anythin’ compared to the shit he pulled. Guess that’s what you’re supposed to do though, right? Fuck with each other? That’s how television makes it seem, anyway.”

“Well, I think so,” Carlos said. “But not painfully so.
Ideally you still gotta love each other and be able to be serious and
trustworthy. At least I think so…”

Food for the Soul (closed w/ selfmedicatingmayor)

selfmedicatingmayor:

the-perfect-scientist:

Carlos hummed in false contemplation. “Well… I suppose that’s
acceptable,” he said with a smile. He laughed. “Yeah, no, I don’t think you’re
dumb. Some folks just have different strengths.”

“Exactly. I mean, I wouldn’t say I’m really bad at math, but it’s not my strong suit, gets frustrating sometimes, y’know?”

Carlos hummed and smiled. “Well, if you ever have a
particular problem you can’t figure out… Go ahead and ask me. I won’t judge
you.”

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thestrangedoctorisin

He thought Carlos was kidding.

Stephen thought he was seeing things.

But the thud on the car window made him believe otherwise.

It was a mere instinct reaction to jump out of the car and make a sword appear, or  a spell, or anything to fight it.

But nothing happened, and he was baffled, then frightened. With quick
wits, he grappled the monster off of the hood. and against the wall of
Big Rico’s Pizza. “Hoary Hosts of Hoggoth!” The strange man exclaimed as
he was now performing Tai Chi to ward the monster away since
apparently, his own magic had no effect in the town of Nightvale. He had
to play by their rules to survive and use their magical power to
thrive.

“CARLOS! GET INSIDE! YOU CAN’T FIGHT THIS!” He punched the monster in
the face to try to knock him out cold before getting inside behind the
scientist.

Carlos had managed to yank his keys out of the car as he ran
to the door and got it open. He shut and locked the door behind them, jumping
in shock from the scratching and snarling he heard once it was closed.

“God damn!” he gasped. “Dammit… it came out of nowhere.” He
looked at the Doctor. “Are you alright? Are you hurt anywhere?”

selfmedicatingmayor:

the-perfect-scientist:

Carlos shrugged again. “Yeah… that’s just how it was though.
I was at least tempted to learn Repairo
wandlessly – it would have made things a little easier.”

“Man, if I’d been in that position, I’d definitely have learned some wandless magic, heh. I wouldn’t have been able to stand it, not doin’ any magic at home. Shit man, even just dealin’ with my brother without magic was awful, guy was an ass when I was a kid and couldn’t throw any spells back at him yet.”

“Wow. The most I’ve ever done was given my brother jinxed
pens on occasion. I didn’t want to be too
much of a butt to him, you know?” He offered the other man a slight smile.

Food for the Soul (closed w/ selfmedicatingmayor)

selfmedicatingmayor:

the-perfect-scientist:

Carlos just smiled and shrugged slightly. “I guess not
everyone enjoys solving number puzzles, huh?”

“Not so much, heh. I’ve always been more of a history guy than a math guy, ya feel? Doesn’t ever make me feel dumb.”

Carlos hummed in false contemplation. “Well… I suppose that’s
acceptable,” he said with a smile. He laughed. “Yeah, no, I don’t think you’re
dumb. Some folks just have different strengths.”

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     ‘ DO I know it ! heck , i could play it for you right now !! ‘

     his voice wavers with utter enthusiasm as he reaches for his guitar—–an action that’s muscle memory at this point.

     ‘ now , i don’t have a band to back me , but i’m sure i can make due with my trusty ol’ guitar—–and someone to sing harmony ! ‘

     yes , carlos , he’s implying exactly what you think he is.

Carlos laughed.  “I
was serious, David – I do have some work. Got some rock samples to analyze. But
hey – I’ll see if I can pop in on the fireside tonight so I can make a fool of
myself in front of my kid, Angie. Sound alright?”

Huh. You know, I had an affinity for blue hoodies when I was your age.

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Oh. Who are you and why are you talking to me?

//lol chill max//

I’m sorry for all the trouble. Really…*he covers the bruise again*

David: Oh, don’t be, Max. I just want you to be happy and
safe. You can’t be with those people, so we’re going to change it!

But…how?

Carlos: The police won’t let your parents keep you once you
tell them what happened. There will be an investigation. During that time, you
don’t have to stay with them.

Don’t tell the police!

David: *looks conflicted* B-but Max…

Carlos: Max, we have
to! You literally have hand-shaped bruises from before camp, and you tried to
hurt yourself. What’s happening at your home needs to stop. Now.

This…isn’t the first time…I’ve tried to hurt myself…*he reveals some scars going up his arm* I’m sorry…

David: No… no, no, Max, don’t be sorry. You’re not feeling
well – I… I know that. It’s okay. We’ll work on that – try to help you not feel
the urge to do that.

Carlos: Next time, get some ice. It… it won’t leave anything
lasting. *wonders about having told a kid that, but it’s safer than
blades he figured.*

Don’t tell anyone…please…

David: It’ll be okay, Max. They won’t hurt you anymore – and
you’ll get help so you don’t hurt yourself. I promise!

Okay…

*David smiles softly* I’ll take care of you, Max. Trust me –
I’ll take care of you.

*max starts crying again* thank you…thank you…I…I…

*David holds him. He rubs Max’ back soothingly.* There,
there, Max. I’m here…

Can I stay with you…forever…?

David: I… I don’t know, Max. I hadn’t exactly… planned on
getting a kid. I – I guess I can see what I can do. I do think you’re amazing,
Max, I really do.

If…if It’s too much trouble…you don’t have to…

Now- now wait a second, Max, I said I’ll see what I can do.
I’ll do my best, I promise.