[OOC] Lost Carnival Contact

[control_freak]

✆CHANNEL FREQUENCY: 206.18999
DESCRIPTION: If Foster hasn't lost his walkie-talkie, he'll answer you! If he has........ uh. Well. It wouldn't be the first time.

✉MAIL BOX LOCATION: There's no mailbox???
DESCRIPTION: Foster never checks his mail, assumes he won't get any, and is automatically unhappy to receive any on the rare occasion such a thing might actually happen. But you're welcome to leave it on his doorstep. Maybe his roommate will get it.

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[waitingforplayer2]

[ She's more than a little startled herself to hear Foster refer to himself that way. Did she make him think like that? ]

No... Foster, you're not... [ She struggles upright a little more, standing on her own to feet. ] I'm okay. See? You're not... don't say that kind of thing about yourself, please...

[control_freak]

[That's... not what he wanted, either!

He takes a step or two back, right back up the steps, and closes his hand in his hair, a tight fist. His other hand finds the doorframe and grips it just as tightly.]

That's not what I mean.

[He laughs it off--nervously, because he's extremely uncomfortable with Psiionic trying to compare himself to him, aggressively, because Chiaki is really just making this whole thing significantly worse.]

I don't have real feelings. So don't waste time on me.

[dorkypantsuit]

[Psi looks to Foster, and then to Chiaki.]

Okay? Well, I'm sorry to hear that... But it's no waste if you need something.

[waitingforplayer2]

[ She's a little shaken by the response, but just moves closer to Psii. She's not really sure what to say...

This whole thing has kind of sucked. She mostly just wants to go home. ]

[control_freak]

No.

[Well. That was... not ideal. Silence reigns for about two ticks of the second hand on the clock inside his trailer.]

Do you want another glass of water?

If not, you should probably go see Zecora.

[dorkypantsuit]

[He is just so fucking confused right now. And now he was trying to get rid of them?]

I think she needs a second to catch her breath here. I'm sure you won't mind us standing here.

[waitingforplayer2]

No, I'll-- we can go. It's fine.

[ It's okay. Really. She's had enough. She tugs at Psii, and turns awkwardly on her big rabbit feet. ]

The longer this thread goes, the more he unravels

[control_freak]

[Well.... yes, actually. He really would like them to leave. For multiple reasons.

He feels like he's starting to lose it. Psiionic won't stop arguing with him. They can't agree with each OTHER. He... he's just nothing, nothing at all!! Why won't they just leave!!

It seems to him that Zecora is, sincerely, the best place for Chiaki right now. He doesn't know what brought on Chiaki's... attack. Respiratory distress? Syncope? He doesn't even know. It doesn't matter. A pathetic, repulsive insect like him... could never be any help in a situation like this. He could only harm them.

But then again.... his own wants and needs are completely irrelevant. It would be hypocritical of him to wish for them to do other than exactly as they please. His comfort, his feelings exist in spite of his best efforts, so it's natural, no--necessary--for them to act in complete disregard of him. No wonder the Psiionic is so confused... he mistook their best interests for his own! Disgusting.]

I... I have no right to an opinion! Take whatever you need from me! It's what I deserve, after all--

[He smiles to show them it's fine, one hand sweeping back through his hair desperately, expression strained.

But he also knows that the longer Chiaki hangs around, the more likely it is that she'll bring up her toy again.

And that--]