I don't know what you're doing - but I think I like it. Who: Horror (dark_soul) & Dorian Feenix (carny_feenix) What: There are a hundred reasons why Dorian shouldn't keep visiting Horror's puppet show but he still goes because he wants to. Where: Midway Plaisance grounds When: Friday late afternoon Warnings: tba
Winter kept dragging its feet, slowing business and everything else down. Dorian felt a little like a man walking through knee-deep mud. It was unpleasant, exhausting, undesirable.
Lured out here by the promise of a goddess who was about as reliable as the images on the silver screen she fed to her worshippers, they were left hanging. The Professor was not amused, his little brother was running errands and Dorian found himself stuck with one unhappy stage assistant who kept pouring her misery into the knife thrower's ear.
It was no wonder that he didn't spend much time in his tent or the quarters he shared with her. A man could only take so much whining until his brains started oozing out of his ears.
He didn't make a conscious decision to visit Horror's tent. His feet had carried him there after they'd left their prints all over the grounds. Standing by the entrance, arms crossed in front of his chest, he watched Horror make lifeless dolls come to life and let them take him to places that had no place in this world.