8-Inside of my glorious mind

[amansgottadowhat]

Unidentifiable foes, although there is a suspiciously familiar lab coat and goggles adorning one of them, lie at his feet, defeated, perhaps unconscious, perhaps without a pulse any longer.

But he is in a lovely stereotypical flower-filled field, surrounded by women at his arms, and lots of celebration going on and a parade, for him, in the background. You can tell it's for him because of his face being plastered everywhere.

[OoC: Sorry for late! Do whatever, say whatever, whoever is welcome.]

Comments

[horrible-protag.livejournal.com]

Oh. Joy. Carl. You can just see the happiness radiating off, can't you?

Oh, wait. That's displeasure and snark. "Rather nice, don't you think?"

[somekindofsin.livejournal.com]

Oh, yes. The happiness is palpable, entirely.

"Nice?" Carl raises an eyebrow, looking from the inert bodies on the ground to the Hammer Parade to the ladies hanging off of Captain Hammer's arms. "Well. I suppose that would depend on your definition of nice."

[horrible-protag.livejournal.com]

No definition that would be shared with you, presumably. "I think that several aspects of this could be defined as nice. Very nice, even."

[somekindofsin.livejournal.com]

Carl shakes his head and turns away, eager to move on to someone else's dream. "Do enjoy it, then."

[horrible-protag.livejournal.com]

"Oh, I shall. Very much indeed." Especially once you leave.

[somekindofsin.livejournal.com]

Well, fine. Carl makes his way to the next dream, hoping it's his own--or at least a nicer one than this.