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[ in the feed, river can be seen wearing a newly appropriated dress, a nice green and flowing thing that billows out around her legs in a passing breeze. she's standing up somewhere high, the surface rounded and colourful; her ( bare, as always ) toes curl around it to give her balance, and she's staring down at them with wide eyes. ]

Finally found her. She won't stop crying.

[ there's a creak of metal, and river goes to one knee, just in case, braced against a fall that doesn't come. her head tilts curiously and you know what, fuck it. she's just going to lay down completely, one ear pressed to the roof of the carousel in the dark carnival. there are a few natives telling her to come down, as well as a few ghosts hovering nearby; no signs of anyone crying, and river pets her hand across the space beside her head. ]

Shh. Don't be sad. It'll all be over soon.

[ ooc; just a little bit of newbie metaplot for y'all! this is sort of forward dated to later on day 450, so i guess i could've posted it tomorrow but i do what i want, thor. just in case, river's permissions post is here! ]

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carnivals aren't supposed to be, usually

[Oh, good, the carnival. He's just nearby, it'll be easy enough to slip in without attracting attention. So that's exactly what he does, sparing a moment to glance at the carousel's roof--pretty impressive climb, really--and to let her see him, standing just on the outskirts, away from the people and the ghosts.

Still no sign of anyone crying.]

are you coming down any time soon or do you want to stay there

[ river waits until the texts comes to peek over the edge, wide brown eyes blinking down at him. she used to voices, hearing things other people can't, but. this comes from nowhere, nowhere she can see, and that terrifies her.

but the fear in her eyes is more akin to mania, something desperate and driven. she has to know. she followed it here. ]

will you come up if I stay?

if the roof's sturdy enough

[He could get up there quickly enough, he knows he can. What he's not sure about is if the roof can take his weight, along with River's. That creak certainly didn't sound good.]

[ her head pops back away from the ledge, retreating to make a point. ]

aluminum sheeting with steel supports. don't jump. it'll hold.

wait there

[And then he cuts the feed and moves out of River's sight. Just a while later--twenty minutes or less, probably--there's a brief creaking noise, then a knock that sounds suspiciously like metal against aluminum. He could be sneaky, but this isn't a mission, this is just him coming to check up on someone he sort of cares about, and he'd really rather not startle her.

Though the creaking wasn't really planned and worries him a little, which is why he's trying to step as lightly as he can as he comes over to her. The natives down below are likely having fits, but it's not like he cares about that.]

Good choice. [He still has his doubts about how sturdy it is, but it's a good place.]

[ the forewarning is greatly appreciated, and though she doesn't smile for him, it is better to have someone with her. she likes high places, and from up here, she can see most of the city; the only thing she can't see is the only thing she needs. ]

Was only following the breadcrumbs, but I think she's already been gobbled up.

[ a beat, and she scoots over to make room for him, as though there's a limited amount of space on the roof. ]

[He sits down next to her, making sure there's a few inches of space between them. He can see why she likes it up here, and in truth, he does as well. It helps that he can see all the escape routes he can take from here.]

Were you looking for another miracle? [He remembers what she said. He still doesn't put much stock in it, but it doesn't hurt to ask.] I don't know if you can find it here.

[ she still watches him closely, every carefully planned movement, and wonders if he knows. doesn't, probably, so she keeps watching and mumbles. ]

Think it found me this time.

[ but it's quiet, offhand - an observation more than an answer. but it's him; he sees and hears and sits a measured few inches away, but comes anyway and asks without questioning. river likes him. she doesn't know about trust, because she's too young to know the meaning, but she likes him. maybe because he doesn't know. her toes curl. ]

There's a woman. She's - sad. Crying. I can hear her, and I can hear her better up here. But I can't hear enough to find her. I was looking.

[There isn't a lot that he really, truly knows. Most of it's been taken from him, and there's some that's slipping even now, so slow that he doesn't really notice until it's gone, but slipping all the same.

But there are a few things he does know. Trust isn't really one of them, but if he did know that (and once upon a time he used to), he'd say that what he has with River is something close to it. He cares for her, that's certain enough, cares enough to come here and stay and listen.

There's a silence, during which he glances around, like he's searching for someone who might be crying. It's not really logical, he knows, but then again, a lot about this place isn't. He's run into one or two too many ghosts today to just discount the possibility that there might be one now, crying to River and River alone.

He doesn't see anyone. Or hear anyone, for that matter. Finally he just lets out a breath and shakes his head.]

I can't hear her. [Or see her, either.] Maybe it's just you she wants to hear her. [Or not. He's not the expert on ghosts, not the supernatural kind, anyway.]

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