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How it works: Oxidation of finely…”…a deep violet vapor.
(Source)@ the-perfect-scientist Carlos can we make
“Uh, I dunno Max… we’d need to find a safe area where we can’t accidentally burn everything around us. A forest might not be the best place…”
but fire is cool..! big fire is better
Not in the middle of a forest, Max. But I’ll keep mey eye open for a more controlled space we can use. This looks like loads of fun!
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.
Quickly,
his head jerked up and he shook his body of anything anxious or stress
enduring. Simply sighing and stuffing the ideas of pain into a dark
space in his mind, “Yeah.. I’m alright, sorry about that..”“It’s okay to be nervous,” Carlos said. “Let me know if you get light-headed. I wanna make sure you’re going to be well and not have any avoidable issues, okay?”
Was this what children felt like?
Anxious and tense? Poor children. “Uh-huh- gotcha..” He murmured under his breath as he glanced over at the needle, Skip had done things like this many times a week for sure, but he was never at the receiving end of it.
Carlos looked at Skip. “Wanna look at that poster over there?” Carlos asked, pointing to a poster depicting Nikola Tesla standing on top of a cartoonishly beaten Thomas Edison with his arms up in triumph.
His eyes glanced over to it but they closed only soon after, a sigh leaving his stiffened chest as he eased himself into the rubbery faux leather chair and whispered through the sigh. “You can just get in there.. I’m an adult I guess, if kids can do it so can I..”
“I’m not going to think any less of you if you can’t,” Carlos said as he pulled on his gloves. He took a strip of rubber and reached for Skip’s arm. “Hold your arm out like this with the inside of the elbow facing up.” He went to work tying the rubber strip around Skip’s bicep to help his vein bulge.
A carnotaurus stalked its prey – a juvenile apatosaurus grazing beneath a massive pine tree. The predator hid behind a large root from the tree, peeking its head over before it crept around through some tall, green, and spiny foliage. It crouched down, with its belly low to the loose earth beneath it and it flexed its muscles in preparation to strike.
But then suddenly something shot at the carnotaurus! A laser beam from a rifle that was wielded by a large mechanical being with black armor!
“Oh, no you don’t!” Angie cried, making her voice low to impersonate the robot with the rifle. “I been trackin’ ya fer days fer that bite ya took outta my tailpipe! I been meanin’ ta pay ya back fer that, ya scaly nasty!”
Angela took the carnataurus in her hand and she made a growling, screeching noise with her voice as a way of answer to the robot man. The apatosaurus was forgotten as the predator was made to stalk toward the robot, but then it broke out into a run. Angela adjusted her hold on the robot so she had one of his arms in her hand and she made it turn and ‘punch’ the dinosaur in the jaw. She then made the robot kick out and the dinosaur fell to the ground, wriggling in pain.
Recess only just began, but Angela was already very much into her game with the toys she brought with her.
Carlos smiled and nodded. “I wonder if we can warm up something to drink…” They had already eaten the noodle bowls, of course, but being outside did chase away some of the warmth. How did mutfruit juice taste warm? Would it be like cider, or just yucky?
“I got coffee, that work for you? It’s uh…. it’s pretty old, but it ain’t bad, as far as I know.” With a smile, Hancock looped his arm in the other man’s and tugged him gently toward the door. “Think I read they used to drink hot chocolate before the war? I don’t even really know how that works, but I guess we don’t have nearly the same resources, heh. I don’t actually know what real chocolate even tastes like, I’ve only had like chocolate snack cakes and cereal and junk, I doubt that’s the same.”
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?”
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.
Quickly,
his head jerked up and he shook his body of anything anxious or stress
enduring. Simply sighing and stuffing the ideas of pain into a dark
space in his mind, “Yeah.. I’m alright, sorry about that..”“It’s okay to be nervous,” Carlos said. “Let me know if you get light-headed. I wanna make sure you’re going to be well and not have any avoidable issues, okay?”
Was this what children felt like?
Anxious and tense? Poor children. “Uh-huh- gotcha..” He murmured under his breath as he glanced over at the needle, Skip had done things like this many times a week for sure, but he was never at the receiving end of it.
Carlos looked at Skip. “Wanna look at that poster over there?” Carlos asked, pointing to a poster depicting Nikola Tesla standing on top of a cartoonishly beaten Thomas Edison with his arms up in triumph.
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.
Quickly,
his head jerked up and he shook his body of anything anxious or stress
enduring. Simply sighing and stuffing the ideas of pain into a dark
space in his mind, “Yeah.. I’m alright, sorry about that..”
“It’s okay to be nervous,” Carlos said. “Let me know if you get light-headed. I wanna make sure you’re going to be well and not have any avoidable issues, okay?”
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.
The
acrobat couldn’t help but feel like such a swine, he was so hungry yet
none of the things that Carlos was offering would help, he wanted to
speak out but found himself possibly being yelled at or discriminated
against, being a blood sucker wasn’t exactly the most welcoming thing.
He reached in and grabbed one of the juice boxes, whichever one had the
darkest red color on it, quickly popping the top and stuffing in the
straw.“Thanks- sorry I didn’t prepare, I usually try to eat before I get
too far from my apartment.. I guess it slipped my mind.” But it hadn’t,
it was just harder to catch a meal lately.“That’s okay,” Carlos said. “Do you want anything else? The juice will pick you up, but I’d feel better if you had a fuller meal.” Carlos kept the fridge open, making it inviting. Something seemed weird again, but Carlos couldn’t put his finger on it at all.
“Uh, I guess..” Why couldn’t he just deny this man? Probably because he acted like a dad, and that was just the nicest way anyone had acted towards him in a long time. It was at least awkward for the acrobat as he grabbed out some pudding, unable to help the gluttonous feeling that he was stealing the food that wouldn’t even make a difference.
“A-are you sure no one else might need this stuff? I’d feel awful bad if someone was looking for this..”
“I stock the fridge,” Carlos said as he shut said-appliance. “I make sure there’s food in here because there’s nothing worse than trying to work while your stomach’s growling. Also, you’ll need a pick-me-up after I take some samples from you, so I just decided to go ahead and provide that too.” Carlos moved to the counter and opened a drawer to pull out a spoon, which he offered to Skip.
The acrobat took the utensil and put it to use to the chocolate refrigerated pudding, minding his bite sizes to hide his fangs that Carlos had already seen, doing it simply out of habit. He had to admit, the pudding wasn’t half bad it was something like you would find in an old cafe. He finished it quickly and sucked down the juice box soon after, he felt it all hit his stomach but none of it gave him energy.
Skip then gave Carlos a gentle thumbs up, “Okay, lets do this..”
Carlos smiled at him. He sure ate all that quick, but Carlos just chalked that up to him not having breakfast. “Alright. Let’s go get things ready… c’mon, then.” He gestured for Skip to follow him.
They went back out to the lab and Carlos offered the same chair as before. “I’ve got to go grab some cloves and other sterile equipment, so just give me a second, okay?”
Skip nodded enthusiastically, but in fact loathed the idea of a thick fat needle jabbing into his body and right into a vein and stealing away blood that he had rightfully stolen too! He sighed worriedly, slouching into the chair and glancing out the window.
Waiting for Carlos to return was like waiting for the world to end, he tapped his foot nervously as he picked at his torn up jeans.
Carlos came back carrying a box of gloves and a few sterile packages. He tilted his head in curiosity when he noticed that Skip seemed to be anxious.
“Hey… how you doing?” he asked as he started to get things settled in place. He wondered if Skip was really up for it – it wouldn’t do to have him faint during the procedure.
((funny story, you guys.
So a few years ago the Night Vale rp community was a little bigger. There was a Carlos the Scientist blog that somehow everybody got to calling ‘Dadlos’. (I believe this was the mun for @birbcoop, but I’m not sure.) I kind of quietly took ‘Momlos’ since Carlos got a pregnancy M!A at that time.
But now my Carlos has become Dadlos. A few other muses see him as a dad character.
I just wanted to mention this because A: it’s funny, and B: it’s a little history lesson about the WTNV RP community from years ago.
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.
The
acrobat couldn’t help but feel like such a swine, he was so hungry yet
none of the things that Carlos was offering would help, he wanted to
speak out but found himself possibly being yelled at or discriminated
against, being a blood sucker wasn’t exactly the most welcoming thing.
He reached in and grabbed one of the juice boxes, whichever one had the
darkest red color on it, quickly popping the top and stuffing in the
straw.“Thanks- sorry I didn’t prepare, I usually try to eat before I get
too far from my apartment.. I guess it slipped my mind.” But it hadn’t,
it was just harder to catch a meal lately.“That’s okay,” Carlos said. “Do you want anything else? The juice will pick you up, but I’d feel better if you had a fuller meal.” Carlos kept the fridge open, making it inviting. Something seemed weird again, but Carlos couldn’t put his finger on it at all.
“Uh, I guess..” Why couldn’t he just deny this man? Probably because he acted like a dad, and that was just the nicest way anyone had acted towards him in a long time. It was at least awkward for the acrobat as he grabbed out some pudding, unable to help the gluttonous feeling that he was stealing the food that wouldn’t even make a difference.
“A-are you sure no one else might need this stuff? I’d feel awful bad if someone was looking for this..”
“I stock the fridge,” Carlos said as he shut said-appliance. “I make sure there’s food in here because there’s nothing worse than trying to work while your stomach’s growling. Also, you’ll need a pick-me-up after I take some samples from you, so I just decided to go ahead and provide that too.” Carlos moved to the counter and opened a drawer to pull out a spoon, which he offered to Skip.
The acrobat took the utensil and put it to use to the chocolate refrigerated pudding, minding his bite sizes to hide his fangs that Carlos had already seen, doing it simply out of habit. He had to admit, the pudding wasn’t half bad it was something like you would find in an old cafe. He finished it quickly and sucked down the juice box soon after, he felt it all hit his stomach but none of it gave him energy.
Skip then gave Carlos a gentle thumbs up, “Okay, lets do this..”
Carlos smiled at him. He sure ate all that quick, but Carlos just chalked that up to him not having breakfast. “Alright. Let’s go get things ready… c’mon, then.” He gestured for Skip to follow him.
They went back out to the lab and Carlos offered the same chair as before. “I’ve got to go grab some cloves and other sterile equipment, so just give me a second, okay?”
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.
The
acrobat couldn’t help but feel like such a swine, he was so hungry yet
none of the things that Carlos was offering would help, he wanted to
speak out but found himself possibly being yelled at or discriminated
against, being a blood sucker wasn’t exactly the most welcoming thing.
He reached in and grabbed one of the juice boxes, whichever one had the
darkest red color on it, quickly popping the top and stuffing in the
straw.“Thanks- sorry I didn’t prepare, I usually try to eat before I get
too far from my apartment.. I guess it slipped my mind.” But it hadn’t,
it was just harder to catch a meal lately.“That’s okay,” Carlos said. “Do you want anything else? The juice will pick you up, but I’d feel better if you had a fuller meal.” Carlos kept the fridge open, making it inviting. Something seemed weird again, but Carlos couldn’t put his finger on it at all.
“Uh, I guess..” Why couldn’t he just deny this man? Probably because he acted like a dad, and that was just the nicest way anyone had acted towards him in a long time. It was at least awkward for the acrobat as he grabbed out some pudding, unable to help the gluttonous feeling that he was stealing the food that wouldn’t even make a difference.
“A-are you sure no one else might need this stuff? I’d feel awful bad if someone was looking for this..”
“I stock the fridge,” Carlos said as he shut said-appliance. “I make sure there’s food in here because there’s nothing worse than trying to work while your stomach’s growling. Also, you’ll need a pick-me-up after I take some samples from you, so I just decided to go ahead and provide that too.” Carlos moved to the counter and opened a drawer to pull out a spoon, which he offered to Skip.
The Perfect Scientist 