#k.threads

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It's easy enough to forget his trepidation about today when he's actually participating. Kieran had decided to participate on a sudden, last minute decision- his little booth along main street not decorated or labeled- simply a place to sit when he wasn't walking the event himself and sell the handful of things he'd brought along. It was common enough knowledge KB made all of the puppets he had used when he was doing library readings- and that when he could manage it, he started crochet projects with traded wool yarn. The fruits of his labor sat in front of him now, puppets from old fabric scraps and upholstery with ping pong ball eyes and crocheted garden animals in bright, but still clearly natural colors sat on the table in front of him. He's eating when Jesse shows up, letting out a slight sound of surprise and lowering his burger to speak. "oh- hey!" mumbled around a bite of food. "Wonderful day, ain't it?"

@ambercast

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"Oh oh! bring me a slice of pie from Claire's stall, won't you when you come back? I could go for something that's not a pumpkin but if that's all she's got- I'll take it." KB calls after the retreating form of Duck and Robin, the boy's little backpack stuffed with treats and now holding a crocheted mole- the middle Romero brother waving in confirmation as KB turns back to his work. "Oh! Evenin' Algy!" He's in high enough spirits, and given the way he's not looking around with vague terror in his eyes, it seems the usual infectious energy of a festival has seeped into him despite his paranoia. "Quite the shindig, huh? I'm keeping an ear out for the radio working throughout the evening- last year's festival I didn't even leave the station, so when the playlist swapped to christmas music I was able to fix it much quicker. But I've got some of the young folk around town at the ready to run up to the studio if we end up hearing Miss Mariah Carey a few months too soon- How've you been!? Enjoying the sights? The sounds? The overwhelming amount of cinnamon?"

@darkestxdreams

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"I spend all my time at work making this stuff, so I kinda just hand it out during the festivals! I need something to do with my hands or else I'll go nuts!" KB seems to be in high enough spirits, sewing a rough wooden button into place on a crochet shawl, as Ziggy Calhoun sits nearby, carving the buttons all the same. "...More nuts. I'll go more nuts." He clarifies, greeting James with a smile. "Hey! Happy halloween!" He chimes. "Well. Not Halloween yet. We're close enough." He sits a crochet cat in a pumpkin on top of a stack of fliers. "You're James, right?" He questions. "Oh- It's... It's not creepy that I know that- Rusty and Mallard spend quite a bit of time at the station! Rusty told me there was a new guy at one of the stations and you seem new! And less like your name would be something like... Raziel or October. You just kinda look like a James." He pauses again. "I'm KB. I host the radio here." Ziggy stifles a laugh behind his hand.

"You sure you ain't completely cracked already, Barnes?" he teases. "I'm gonna go grab a drink, you got this covered?" He leaves as he's waved off, his dog in tow.

"Of course I'm getting comments from the help." He laughs, the sound bright. "Well- if you're perusing, help yourself! I don't have any treats you can eat- unless you're a mothman, maybe."

@detectivegoldstein

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"Well doesn't all this look incredible!" He's not dressed up, but the fact he's here at all is rather impressive. KB looks... better, all things considered- the awareness that one of his kids was still in town- albeit, one he hadn't been around much growing up beyond a library storytime, had at the very least made him recognize he couldn't be a complete hermit. So he'd cleaned up the radio station, made the fearful trek to his home across town to straighten up there, as well- and upon the realization he'd had time, energy, and that the pounding in his chest wasn't exactly going to go away anytime soon, had decided to visit everyone else in town for the faire, and it seems his first port of call is to visit Lincoln's booth, offering the other man a grin in greeting. "Making good sales today? I keep trying to focus on shopping but then I hear one of the radios around town playing and I get worried that I accidentally left it on a rotation that was going to play something other than medieval music- that Canne boy doesn't label his hard drives in any way a human being would be able to determine their contents." He laughs, carefully picking up one of the carvings and turning it over in his hand. "I meant to ask way sooner- you wouldn't happen to be able to do uh, something custom, would you? Namely a new setting for a stone from like... a necklace?"

@endlessreruns

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"And then that G fella kicked over one of my laundry bags, apologized, and then went running- I don't know who put him up to it, but it got me out of the studio and to the gym and the grocery store, and I'll be honest with you, I'm not sure I like the way it's stressing me out- Oh I'm in your way." He steps aside, talking more to himself than Frankie, as he makes space in front of the shelves. "Sorry. Oh- I never got the chance to say so, but thank you for bringing your animals out to the flower festival- It's important for the kids around town to get something fun like that once in a while, I feel awful, seeing them all stuck here. Also I do so like to pet a goat once in a while myself." He flashes a slight smile. "How have you been, Miss Frankie?"

@endlessreruns

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"hey- hey you!" His voice is sudden, waving from the front stoop of his home-con-prison, the radio station. "Oh thank you for stopping- um. Could you... bring me my package? From the mailbox? I- I tell the mailpeople to bring it right to the door but I guess this one didn't remember or- or is new, or something- um. I can't... I can't go out. that far." He explains, wringing his hands together slightly. "Silly, I know, but... I tried! I tried a ton of times to get all the way out there, but I got sick to my stomach at the idea of being that far away from..." safety. he motions at the radio station instead. "It's the jerky and dried fruit I bought from the Romeros a couple weeks ago I think. Or maybe it's my groceries. Either way I'm starving and- Willing to share."

@faciensmel

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"Uh. what are you doing?" The door cracks open to the Radio Station, the top of KB's head visible through it. "It's getting late. why are you just standing out here. Curfew's in 2 hours, shouldn't you be at home or something?" He's paranoid- he always has been, since the paradox, at least- an unfamiliar face loitering outside the radio station is cause for concern. "You're not here to eliminate me because I know too much are you?" He questions, the words barely above a whisper. "I promise I won't tell anybody about the fact the ghosts are working for the CIA-" He trails off. "Oh. you're just some kid.... What are you.... doing?"

@crazedhatesoul

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"Oh but you don't come here to listen to me go on and on about my conspiracies...." It's stated matter of factly as KB looks up from his notebook- he'd been rambling again, about his theories about what's happening in town, he doesn't mean to do it, he knows it bothers people- but there's a comfort with Sara- she's always been terribly kind to him, and it's as he reaches out to take the food she's brought by that he recognizes he's not even bothered to say hello- just launched off into one of his ramblings. "My apologies, Miss Sara, Thank you for bringing this by- How have you been? Haven't seen you in person for a minute," Because he hasn't left the radio station since the hoedown, he'd at least make a nervous trip to The Daily Grind beforehand- now, he was a lock in. "Always good to see your lovely face to match your voice." He pats her hand fondly, adjusting his glasses on his nose. "You showed up just in time, I'm in my uh... 'uninterrupted music hour' and all that so I could use the company."

@ambercast