My samples run away a lot.
((mun is 16))
((rp blog based on Carlos from Welcome to Night Vale))
((M!As: None)) ((icon by nightvaleprivateclinic))


carolthescientist asked
Hello, David? I, ah, got you something. [David/Jonathan, i don't mind]


Hi Carol! Oh man a thing I like things!

[Carol smiles at him, and then hands over a small box with a ribbon around it. It’s a box of chocolates here you go David]



Jules winced as he swallowed the painkiller. “I’m fine, just headaches.” He gave a tight smile to Carol, “Anything I can do for you apart from yell at you? I can also break things if you’d prefer?”

Carol laughed despite herself, and nodded. “Could I get a coffee? Just plain, black coffee, please.” she says, trying to hide her concern, and readjusting the grip she has on her papers. 



"Uh, yeah if you have one," The headache was receding already, "Fuck, sorry. Didn’t mean to snap at you." He rubbed at his head, was he losing his mind?? Was there a convention of people in town who were all alarmingly familiar with undernourished white gen??

"Its ok, I shouldn’t have, um, pushed it." Carol assures him, hand going to fish into a lab coat pocket that isn’t there, before finding the one in her jeans and handing over a painkiller. "Are you, uh, sure you’re ok?" she asks again, almost putting her hand on his shoulder in a friendly gesture of concern before remembering - he didn’t know her. She let the hand drop back to her side once Jules took the painkillers instead.



"What?" Jules was taken aback, "No, I’m sure I haven’t seen you before, and I’m not allowed to be rude to customers. Well… not too rude to customers, at least. Do I just look like someone you know?”

He could see her getting distressed and wondered whether to just leave her be, obviously she’d mistaken him for someone else and she was playing with her hair which she always did when she was distressed-

Jules pressed the heels of his hands to his eyes, attempting to lessen his headache. “Fuck…”

No, no this was. He was definitely Jules, she didn’t..

Carol saw he was in pain, and stopped fiddling, leaning forwards with a look of concern upon her face. “Are you, um, are you alright?”

Either way, maybe she should just. Drop it. Agree with him. “No, I, um. I’m sorry, yes you are, uh, you’re right, just look like. Someone else, ah, sorry.” she apologises, and bites her lip. “Do you need, um, a painkiller?”



"I don’t know you! Sorry, I don’t." Jules sighed and ran a hand through his hair, his head pounding, "Fuck, sorry what can I get for you?" He smooths out his black apron and puts on his best coffee minion face, despite his headache.

Had she done something to really, really make him angry so now he was ignoring her? the more she thought about it, the more she worried, and the more she worried, the more prominent and frequent her hesitations got.

"I, uh, I don’t understand have I, ah, have I annoyed, um , you? You accused, um, me of murder, ah, i don’t, uh, see how that’s, uh, forgettable?" she stammers, fiddling with her hair in an attempt to calm herself down, because now she was hesitating more she was embarrassed by it, which only worsened it.



Jules looked up for what seemed like the millionth time that day and sighed at an unfamiliar face once again. He threw the rag he was using to clean mugs down on the counter and threw his hands up in the air.

I’m not even wearing my stupid nametag!" He exclaimed, "Why does every stranger know my name? Am I being Punk’d?"

Whoah. Carol visibly jumped, and took a small step backwards, looked ever so slightly scared. “I..I’m sorry, I, uh, didn’t mean to, ah..” 

Didn’t mean to what? All she’d done was say his name, was she not supposed to? Hang on a moment, she wasn’t a stranger!

"No, it’s me, uh, Carol?" she asked, frowning slightly. Ok, so they hadn’t known each other incredibly well but it was somewhat difficult to forget someone you accused of murder, surely?

Carol has finally gotten around to taking a holiday. To New York. Bags packed, on and off of the plane, checked in, all the stuff that needs to be done on a holiday is done, and now she is wandering around, checking out places and trying to find things to do.

Carol has not left her work at home. Again. And so with her as she wanders are an armful of scientific papers - the only way to currently identify her as a scientist, as the usual staple items of her outfit (goggles and labcoat) are gone, replaced by a light cardigan and a headband to keep her hair back.

She eventually wanders into a coffee shop, spotting a free table she could sit and work at whilst she ‘relaxes’. The next thing, or rather person, she spots is Jules. “Oh. Um, hello, Jules.” she smiles, a little surprised to find him.

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I know there are people out there too shy to show their faces, I wanted to know who’s out there that understands that and still wants to RP with everyone