#gershtwins

[phdinscience]

If you ever find yourself feeling lost, take pride in the accuracy of your feelings. ( event closed / cecil )

He hadn't wanted to wake up in what had once been his old childhood bedroom, with its single window overlooking the forest he used to explore (nostalgic, familiar, pleasant) and its muffled memories of hated names and nouns (less nostalgic, less pleasant). He hadn't meant to barrel down the stairs and out the door, still in his pajamas. He also hadn't managed to think of an explanation for how exactly he had arrived here--at least, a reasonable scientific explanation. It was understandable, he told himself. Escape the sense of baffled discomfort at being forced to re-escape from one's youth, and then you can think critically and scientifically about it.

From a critical, scientific standpoint, (as he wandered outside in his pajamas, feet bare, glad that none of the rest of his family appeared to be home), there were certainly a lot of people wandering the streets who seemed just as disconcerted as he did--or moreso, even. From Kairos, he assumed. Maybe originally from Kairos, unlike him. There were rumors catching in casual conversations on the breeze: roads blocked, transportation cut off; so they were stuck here? What began as a coldly rational attempt to understand the situation quickly deteriorated. Who would feed Dorothy, or had she come here with him? Was he still expected to teach with no notes, no classroom, probably not even any good labcoats? What would he do when the rest of his family came home, or would they come home at all? Had they been transplanted as well? Had his students? Had his fellow teachers--had Cecil?

Apparently, he had, because there, Carlos realized, glancing around in the crowd of disoriented strangers, he was. "Cecil," Carlos said, and then again (louder), "Cecil!"

After waving, and then pushing through the gaggle of people to catch up, he continued, "Hi, Cecil. Um, it's nice to see you. Do you have any idea how long they said we're supposed to be here? Like is this gonna be an extended thing? Because I didn't plan to take time off from work and I don't know if I have any clean clothes here, and..." Carlos trailed off, looking down at his bare feet, and then up to his pajamas. Should he be embarrassed? He felt like he should probably be embarrassed.

[phdinscience]

34, 44, 47

34: Thoughts on privacy? (Are they a private person, or are they prone to ‘TMI’?)

He tends to keep a lot of things internalized, to the point that sometimes even he does not entirely acknowledge or understand the thoughts and emotions drifting through his gray matter. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with sharing your personal information, if you feel comfortable with that kind of thing—the only problem here is that Carlos often personally is not. Maybe it’d be better if he was forced outside of that shell, the way he was in regards to identity as a teenager. Maybe ignoring more difficult aspects of one’s psyche isn’t the best way to deal with things. Who knows?

44: Superstitions or views on the occult?

A lot of fascinated shrugging, probably. He’s a scientist—he studies science—and according to science, most of the strange things that people believe are unlikely at best, but then you get something like Cecil, and all of the things that Cecil is convinced are real or unreal, and, frankly, who can say otherwise for certain? Reality is subjective, much like time. Maybe ghosts really do put worms in Cecil’s dining room furniture. Who knows? It’s entirely possible, honestly, and just because science doesn’t agree doesn’t mean that science is wrong either. The world is a very strange place.

47: How do they express love?

Not through words, that’s for sure. When it comes to words, he freezes up and rambles and does everything he can to say what he needs to while avoiding the direct topic as much as possible. Otherwise, it’s mostly the little things—spending time, physical affection, taking care of one another, conversation, mutually sustained interest, and so on. Quiet, but evident. Not the sort for broadly declarative statements, usually.

[superegoism]

Rest headcanon?

rest

As it is, opportunities to rest and simple idle are far more frequent and numerous than the young lady admit without blushing slightly: unlike most others, she hasn't any obligations to tend to, and can thus afford to spend her time to her liking, without the pressure from any sort of work. Yet guilt regarding this idleness of hers (a largely self-imposed fuss, it must be said) aside, the greatest peacetime joy to be found is - she believes - basking in the day's beauty as she reads outside, shade from the boughs from above keeping her cool while still allowing a good deal of sunlight to filter through and dance across her page.

[hoennite--archive]

Tempo?

Tempo: What’s your character’s star sign? Do they care about astrology? Their horoscopes? How well do the traits typically applied to that sign relate to your muse?

MAY IS an Aries. She doesn't exactly go out of her way to find out her horoscope, but if she happens to read it then she'll believe whatever it says.

To be honest, I had her as a Gemini for the longest time, but I don't know why I decide to change it for this group. I didn't even look at traits and personality details that go along with being an Aries, but looking at it now I'd say it's a pretty decent match. (high fives myself)