Who: Peter Vincent and Jo Harvelle Where: Trailer #7 When: After the evening show, Sept. 2 What: The illusionist and assistant meet for the first time Warnings: Peter’s foul mouth, tbd Status: Closed, ongoing
That had gone about as well as Peter had expected… which wasn’t very well. The simmering resentment towards his situation had quieted some since his arrival two days ago, but he was still less than thrilled. He hadn’t bothered to put that much effort into this first day of performance. Why should he, when the people who’d seen fit to summon him here obviously didn’t care enough to properly supply him? The tent had been hot and stuffy and reeked of the unwashed bodies of the audience. The meager props were worn, but serviceable enough. His “costume,” such as it was, was uncomfortable, too big in the waist and slightly too short for him. Peter was already tearing off the ill-fitting jacket as he walked through the back lot, leaving the dusty white dress shirt. If they could pull people across time itself, why the fuck couldn’t they at least give him a tux that fit properly?
Regardless, at least he was done for the day. He glanced up at the clouds blanketing the night sky and grimaced. By the looks of it, it was going to start raining again at any moment. Best get back to the trailer before then. He walked a little faster, the tuxedo jacket slung over one shoulder.
But when he got closer to his (temporary. It was only temporary!) home, he stopped short. There was a light in the window, the soft glow of an oil lamp. He hadn’t left any of the lights in his trailer burning when he’d left, which meant someone else was in there. Annoyance flashed through him again, but also a healthy dose of trepidation. Whoever was in there was uninvited, not someone he knew, and could easily prove dangerous. He moved closer with caution, circling around to the end and climbing up the low steps to the door. Taking a deep breath, he pushed it open and stepped inside, looking around for the intruder. He narrowed his eyes. “And just who the fuck are you?”