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.

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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.

@partyplanningforsuckers

He
shook his head firmly and set down the empty packet, sucking briefly on
his fangs before answering. “No.. I usually have many young men with me
to.. help.”

Carlos just nodded, sort of understanding what Skip was saying. “After I get notes on your hypnotism process today, you and I can talk about what can be done. I’ll need to know what sort of things affect you, like if a certain actual food might curb the craving or something. This’ll be a challenge, but you have my word as a scientist that I’ll work on this and figure out how to help you.” He smiled at the vampire, open and friendly and willing to help.

“A-Are you sure you really want to help me like this..? Don’t you think you might be discouraged if you don’t find a solution, or are you.. always going to keep trying-“ He paused and shook his head, “Not that- not that you need to devote all your time to me..”

“Yes, I’m sure,” Carlos told him. “I’m a scientist, and we don’t give up on the unknown easily.”

He nodded then and sighed to smile over his cheeks, “So! Is there something set up out in town, or how exactly are we performing this whole thing?”

“Well, since the show is for scientific purposes, I think we can set up a mock-stage in the lab here,” Carlos said. “We have presentations all the time so we’re already pretty well equipped for that sort of thing.”

“Oh, okay! Well then, when is it exactly?” He prepped curiously, watching the other scientists begin to disperse, “Id like to be able to prepare, if you don’t mind..”

“Well, it’s impossible to be exact, especially in Night Vale,” Carlos said. “But you heard us – we were thinking about later today. It’s totally up to you though – how much time would you like?”

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.

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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.

@partyplanningforsuckers

He
shook his head firmly and set down the empty packet, sucking briefly on
his fangs before answering. “No.. I usually have many young men with me
to.. help.”

Carlos just nodded, sort of understanding what Skip was saying. “After I get notes on your hypnotism process today, you and I can talk about what can be done. I’ll need to know what sort of things affect you, like if a certain actual food might curb the craving or something. This’ll be a challenge, but you have my word as a scientist that I’ll work on this and figure out how to help you.” He smiled at the vampire, open and friendly and willing to help.

“A-Are you sure you really want to help me like this..? Don’t you think you might be discouraged if you don’t find a solution, or are you.. always going to keep trying-“ He paused and shook his head, “Not that- not that you need to devote all your time to me..”

“Yes, I’m sure,” Carlos told him. “I’m a scientist, and we don’t give up on the unknown easily.”

He nodded then and sighed to smile over his cheeks, “So! Is there something set up out in town, or how exactly are we performing this whole thing?”

“Well, since the show is for scientific purposes, I think we can set up a mock-stage in the lab here,” Carlos said. “We have presentations all the time so we’re already pretty well equipped for that sort of thing.”

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.

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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.

@partyplanningforsuckers

He
shook his head firmly and set down the empty packet, sucking briefly on
his fangs before answering. “No.. I usually have many young men with me
to.. help.”

Carlos just nodded, sort of understanding what Skip was saying. “After I get notes on your hypnotism process today, you and I can talk about what can be done. I’ll need to know what sort of things affect you, like if a certain actual food might curb the craving or something. This’ll be a challenge, but you have my word as a scientist that I’ll work on this and figure out how to help you.” He smiled at the vampire, open and friendly and willing to help.

“A-Are you sure you really want to help me like this..? Don’t you think you might be discouraged if you don’t find a solution, or are you.. always going to keep trying-“ He paused and shook his head, “Not that- not that you need to devote all your time to me..”

“Yes, I’m sure,” Carlos told him. “I’m a scientist, and we don’t give up on the unknown easily.”

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Carlos chuckled. “Nah, nah, it’s just… I said them so often. I’d be met with a unanimous groaning of ‘Carlos…’ if it was a particularly bad one. My classmates often found them pretty… punishing.”

“Now that was an obvious one.” He gave him a pointed look, though the smile remained on his face. “I’ll laugh at your jokes, but not the easy ones, that’s low-hanging fruit right there and I know you can do better, mate.”

“Would you prefer that I scrape even lower into poop jokes?” Carlos teased, but he had a good-natured grin on his face. He understood, of course. He decided that, at least on this trip, he’ll try hard to make the jokes work for Hancock.

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”Glad to know I could make your day better, what’s your name?” Tony gives a faint smile, he still cant quite BELIEVE that Carlos had said such nice words to him. “Don’t mention it, it’s what I do yuh know?” A small smile falls past his lips as he glances down for a brief moment looking up ever so slightly now at Carlos.

“I’ll be seeing you around more often, yeah?” There’s a HOPEFUL gleam in Tony’s eyes, having some one who would VALIDATE him was rare and much needed. “Or at least I hope so, it’s not everyday I get some one like you round here.” Tony chuckles.

Carlos was surprised by the request for his name. “Uh, it’s… it’s Carlos,” he said. He carefully chose not to tell his last name – he didn’t know if Stark would, but if the man happened to decide to look him up and see Carlos’ history then Stark might not be as appreciative of Carlos’ sentiments. “And, uh, I certainly hope that I made yours. Your day better, I mean.”

Carlos then shrugged. “You might see me around… but honestly, I’m working trying to…” No, no, wait – don’t tell him you’re looking for a job. “I’m, um, saving money so that I can head back home sometime.” Soon, hopefully.

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Carlos leaned into him without really thinking about it. “It’s not the same,” he told Hancock. “Chocolate was the first thing to go when the food stores were discovered in the Vault, so it’s been a few years for me, but I know that chocolate flavored stuff isn’t the same at all.”

But then he was curious. “Do you really have coffee? We still have some milk and sugar too, right?”

“You’ve actually tried it? What was it like? Good, right? I’m a little jealous, heh.” When they stepped out onto the street, Hancock huddled a little closer to Carlos, gripping his arm tight as the brisk night air hit him.

“I like to keep some real coffee around, yeah. Not sure about the milk, don’t remember when we picked it up, but there’s definitely some sugar.”

Carlos smiled at Hancock. He wished he had a bigger coat, but the labcoat was not meant to be used for warmth at all, and Carlos’ sweater was only built for one person. He cuddled back against Hancock as best as he could – at least it was a short walk back to the Statehouse.

“I’d like to look and see if we have milk too,” Carlos said. “If that’s okay.”

Now… back to chocolate… “Chocolate… it has like a sort of weird, rich flavor to it,” he started to explain. “I don’t know how to describe it… it felt kind of like warm milk when you chewed it because it had a low melting point and would spread all over your tastebuds. Kind of like ice cream, but not exactly the same.” Carlos laughed. “Gosh, I really don’t know how to make that make sense… but the science behind it is that chocolate can help improve blood flow and oxygen availability when you breathe. It just… feels really good to eat.”

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.

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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

He
shook his head firmly and set down the empty packet, sucking briefly on
his fangs before answering. “No.. I usually have many young men with me
to.. help.”

Carlos just nodded, sort of understanding what Skip was saying. “After I get notes on your hypnotism process today, you and I can talk about what can be done. I’ll need to know what sort of things affect you, like if a certain actual food might curb the craving or something. This’ll be a challenge, but you have my word as a scientist that I’ll work on this and figure out how to help you.” He smiled at the vampire, open and friendly and willing to help.

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.

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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

“Um,”
That was actually extremely dangerous but Skip wasn’t about to go off,
“Sure, do you want me to do that now?” He was honestly unsure of what
these people were expecting, and the way Carlos phrased this was as if
they were preforming a show for a kid. But Skip’s hypnotism wasn’t for
the faint of heart.

“No, no, this afternoon,” Carlos said. “I still need to meet with the Literal Rock Band today to discuss a new single release, and everyone else has work to do. In the meantime, you can hang around. Get a bite to eat…” Carlos paused. He laughed, halfway nervous but still pretty amused by the comment. “Heh, geddit? ‘Bite’? Heh heh, but seriously. We have plenty of blood bags in the fridge. Go ahead and grab one.”

Skip didn’t exactly find Carlos’ poor joke amusing but played along just to please him, he nodded at the offer and hurriedly made off to the kitchen. All of this was just readily available for him now?

What a deal. He thought as he folded up a blood bag, and sunk his fangs into it to begin drinking.

Skip must’ve been hungry, Carlos thought to himself. He followed after the vampire and leaned against the counter once he was inside the room.

“Can I ask… since you didn’t actually answer me, um… Why do you want to stop drinking? If you don’t want to talk about it, that’s fine, just tell me. But I’m very curious.”

Skip glanced up from the packet of blood, his droopy grey eyes batting innocently before pulling away from the packet and licking his fangs. “Because.. It’s kind of like an addiction.. But I can’t shake it at all, it’s not like there’s a AA group or anything you know?” He laughed softly.

“People get hurt by me.. I need to put a stop to it.”

Carlos blinked at him. “Really?” he asked. “I thought you did this with consent. How do people get hurt?”

“Oh- no, of course it’s consented.. I would never drink from someone unless I had their permission,” He explained again, leaning against the table. “Sometimes they don’t tell me to stop, and I drink past their limit and they pass out, or I’ll cling to them for a while and sneak heavy drinks every hour.. it’s too much.”

“Ah. So it’s really unhealthy… for everyone involved,” Carlos said. “I gotcha… Have you ever tried stopping it before?”

“No,” Skip muttered in an embarrassed tone, letting his eyes fall to the packet again. “Usually it’s fine- but I’ve been getting hungrier..”

“Right… you had two whole pints of blood last night, and another today. THat’s… not usual for you, is it?”

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.

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the-perfect-scientist:

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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

“Um,”
That was actually extremely dangerous but Skip wasn’t about to go off,
“Sure, do you want me to do that now?” He was honestly unsure of what
these people were expecting, and the way Carlos phrased this was as if
they were preforming a show for a kid. But Skip’s hypnotism wasn’t for
the faint of heart.

“No, no, this afternoon,” Carlos said. “I still need to meet with the Literal Rock Band today to discuss a new single release, and everyone else has work to do. In the meantime, you can hang around. Get a bite to eat…” Carlos paused. He laughed, halfway nervous but still pretty amused by the comment. “Heh, geddit? ‘Bite’? Heh heh, but seriously. We have plenty of blood bags in the fridge. Go ahead and grab one.”

Skip didn’t exactly find Carlos’ poor joke amusing but played along just to please him, he nodded at the offer and hurriedly made off to the kitchen. All of this was just readily available for him now?

What a deal. He thought as he folded up a blood bag, and sunk his fangs into it to begin drinking.

Skip must’ve been hungry, Carlos thought to himself. He followed after the vampire and leaned against the counter once he was inside the room.

“Can I ask… since you didn’t actually answer me, um… Why do you want to stop drinking? If you don’t want to talk about it, that’s fine, just tell me. But I’m very curious.”

Skip glanced up from the packet of blood, his droopy grey eyes batting innocently before pulling away from the packet and licking his fangs. “Because.. It’s kind of like an addiction.. But I can’t shake it at all, it’s not like there’s a AA group or anything you know?” He laughed softly.

“People get hurt by me.. I need to put a stop to it.”

Carlos blinked at him. “Really?” he asked. “I thought you did this with consent. How do people get hurt?”

“Oh- no, of course it’s consented.. I would never drink from someone unless I had their permission,” He explained again, leaning against the table. “Sometimes they don’t tell me to stop, and I drink past their limit and they pass out, or I’ll cling to them for a while and sneak heavy drinks every hour.. it’s too much.”

“Ah. So it’s really unhealthy… for everyone involved,” Carlos said. “I gotcha… Have you ever tried stopping it 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:

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

“Um,”
That was actually extremely dangerous but Skip wasn’t about to go off,
“Sure, do you want me to do that now?” He was honestly unsure of what
these people were expecting, and the way Carlos phrased this was as if
they were preforming a show for a kid. But Skip’s hypnotism wasn’t for
the faint of heart.

“No, no, this afternoon,” Carlos said. “I still need to meet with the Literal Rock Band today to discuss a new single release, and everyone else has work to do. In the meantime, you can hang around. Get a bite to eat…” Carlos paused. He laughed, halfway nervous but still pretty amused by the comment. “Heh, geddit? ‘Bite’? Heh heh, but seriously. We have plenty of blood bags in the fridge. Go ahead and grab one.”

Skip didn’t exactly find Carlos’ poor joke amusing but played along just to please him, he nodded at the offer and hurriedly made off to the kitchen. All of this was just readily available for him now?

What a deal. He thought as he folded up a blood bag, and sunk his fangs into it to begin drinking.

Skip must’ve been hungry, Carlos thought to himself. He followed after the vampire and leaned against the counter once he was inside the room.

“Can I ask… since you didn’t actually answer me, um… Why do you want to stop drinking? If you don’t want to talk about it, that’s fine, just tell me. But I’m very curious.”

Skip glanced up from the packet of blood, his droopy grey eyes batting innocently before pulling away from the packet and licking his fangs. “Because.. It’s kind of like an addiction.. But I can’t shake it at all, it’s not like there’s a AA group or anything you know?” He laughed softly.

“People get hurt by me.. I need to put a stop to it.”

Carlos blinked at him. “Really?” he asked. “I thought you did this with consent. How do people get hurt?”