#AskblogTGSFanFicFeb2019

[askcarlyle]

[A contribution (in conjunction with @askbarnum) to FanFicFeb on @theothersidediscord for Prompts #11 (Left or Right), 12 (Signs of Affection), 13 (Ashes), 15 (Cruelty), 16 (Harmony), 17 (Outcast), and 23 (Drink). Edited from the live version, which is continuing on server in a following installment.]

Carlyle 

cracks open one eye as the light of dawn returns, revealing their hastily constructed shelter and now-smoldering campfire, nothing but ashes and blackened rocks. rubs away the bleariness and sits up in concern upon realizing he is alone under the warm travel blanket

PT? Where'd you go?

Barnum 

Over here, hold on.

Wanders out from the shady undergrowth with an armful of various berries and mushrooms, slumping down next to Phillip and dumping his hoard onto the blanket.

Got up early, couldn't sleep. Any of these edible for breakfast?

Rubs a tired hand over his eye and leans over to pick up a twig and prod at the still warm ashes of the fire.

Phil, I.... I am not sure which direction we need to head in. I've been wandering for the past hour and it all looks the same in every direction. I don't even know how far it is we need to walk. Or even how far it is until we find water. This has been an amusing adventure but I'm beginning to feel concerned that I may have actually gotten us into some trouble.

Carlyle

looks around at their surroundings, acknowledging that the trees all pretty much look the same. Selects a berry and nibbles at it experimentally

Nonsense, we've been through worse. Sit down and eat, these are good. You just need to look at things from a different...

turns around and regards the boulders they are huddled against, an idea starting to form

...perspective.

scrambles to feet and rolls up shirtsleeves, taking a few steps back to crane head up and gauge the dimensions of the cliff face

Hmm. Doable. Be right back.

clambers up a pile of rocks before any protests can be made, and starts to scale the boulder, a cascade of pebbles showering down in his wake

Barnum 

Shoves a mushroom into his mouth and chews on it in disdain. Then observes in curiosity as the younger man scrambles out of the small shelter. Following after a moment and putting his hands on his hips as he watches Phillip start to scale the huge rock face

You going right to the top? Careful. If you fall from there, there is no way I can get you to a doctor from here.

Carlyle 

methodically searches for foot and handholds in the boulder's pitted surface, finally reaching the top approximately three city floors above Barnum. Pops head over the edge to look down

No worries, medical assistance won't be required today.

stands up and surveys the forest from the new vantage point, now able to discern a pond and a few other landmarks more readily, noting their general positions with the directional assistance of the morning sun's movements

I see water! And maybe where the road should be.

takes one last look, then descends at a more careful pace, trying not to dislodge any stones along the way

Barnum 

Waits impatiently at the bottom, opening his arms to steady Phillip as he hops down the last few feet

That was a rather impressive show. How would you feel about performing next week in a spider costume, I have some ideas.

Nudges him in the ribs playfully with his elbow.

Let's head in that direction then, Mr Wildlife. Left or right? 

Carlyle 

takes a look around, then upward, to figure out their relative location

Neither, actually.

turns Barnum around 180° and points straight ahead

Barnum 

Onwards, then!

Scoops up the blanket in one arm and marches ahead in the direction

How far did it look to the water? It has been one night and I'm already considering trying to suck the liquid out of the dirt.

Steps over a particularly large fallen tree into thick undergrowth, holding his arm to steady Phillip as he does the same.

This is going to make an incredible story when we return. We should rack up some interest with the papers. Two brave men stranded in the wilderness, fighting off wolves and bears to survive with their bare hands. We can bend the details a bit, people just want a good story.

Carlyle 

plunges into thicket and wades forward, considering

Not more than a mile as the crow flies. But I didn't account for how much vegetation we'd have to make our way through. It might take a while.

thrashes forward in silence for several moments before grabbing Barnum's hand and coming to a sudden halt

...did you hear something?

Barnum 

Pauses chewing on the berry he was gnawing on, standing motionlessly in silence to listen out. After a moment he glances at Phillip's hand in his own, chuckling and giving it a reassuring squeeze.

Probably just a rat or something. They thrive in the sheltered areas like this. If we keep moving they won't bother u-

Begins to step forwards but is suddenly interrupted as an enormous black bear bolts out of the trees directly at them. Muzzle coated in drool from it's snarling toothy maw, it lets out a terrifying roar. Leaving a trail of blood in its path from something latched onto its back leg.

Carlyle 

yelps in startlement, taking several quick steps backwards and pulling Barnum along as the bear jerks to an abrupt stop, roar petering out into a pained whimper

pauses in mid-flight, the unexpected sound causing him to turn back and take a closer look, concern outweighing caution

I don't think that's a normal bear sound. 

Barnum

Step back, step back.

Puts an arm in front of Phillip protectively and forcefully pushes him to keep moving away from the animal as they watch it stumble closer very slowly.

It's....injured. It's weak, doesn't mean it won't attack if it think's it's in danger.

Without taking his eyes off the bear, picks up a heavy broken tree branch from the ground and pushes it into Phillip’s hand. Eyes softening on the animal as it makes a pathetic pained noise, stepping closer still.

Don't make any sudden movements or loud noises. If it makes a sudden move, hit it in the head with this and then run. Find something narrow to hide in.

Reaches into Phillip's jacket with one hand and removes his flask, then with the other hand slowly unbuttons his jacket, discarding it to one side and then removing his shirt

Takes a cautious step towards the bear, then another, stopping dead every time it flinches or snarls

Easy, girl, easy. That's it.

Gets up close enough to feel its breath against his face, then very slowly moves his shirt and the flask into one hand, using the other to press against the side of animal's thick neck

What twisted person did this to you, huh? Must hurt a lot.

Carlyle 

glances at the branch in his hand, then lowers it to a more non-threatening position while still gripping it tightly, eyes never leaving the bear's head as it is approached

holds breath as contact is made, watching with disbelief as Barnum proceeds to examine its injuries while murmuring gently to it, then with utter incredulity when it responds and collapses into an exhausted heap of dirty fur

Barnum 

Bear trap, nasty one too. We will have to watch where we step.

Continues to gently stroke the bear's fur as he kneels down next to it, pulling out his pocket knife to try to ease the sharp metal teeth of the device from the animal's flesh.

Don't know how long it will survive after this, it's exhausted and wounds like this get infected easily. Can't just leave it here to suffer though.

Ignores its pained yowls and whines as he presses the sharp knife into the already raw wound, grunting to himself as he uses all his force to release the trap mechanism. As it clicks and snaps back open the bear lets out a bloodcurdling screech and in an instant turns around and lashes at him instinctively, slashing at his arm.

He grunts in pain, grabbing his bicep and feeling blood trickle from the scratches. Then takes a deep breath and returns to his task calmly.

This is going to sting a little but it will help, I know you can't understand that so I'm sorry.

Pours the small amount of whisky from Phillip's flask onto the bear’s bloodied leg, stroking it' fur faster as the animal whimpers. Then swiftly takes his shirt and wraps it around the wound, tying it off tightly to slow the blood flow

Good as new, huh? Bet it feels better with that nasty thing off of you. Here.

Scoops up some of the berries that fell from his jacket pocket, holding them near the bear's snout and beaming in delight as the animal's long tongue sticks out to lap them up

Carlyle 

inches closer as the animal is treated, nearly swinging when it scratches. is practically looking over Barnum's shoulder by the time he finishes, now thoroughly sympathetic to the creature's plight

Who sets traps indiscriminately and then leaves the poor things to die slowly? It seems like senseless cruelty without even the veneer of sportsmanship.

sets down branch and shrugs off jacket, then tears a strip of fabric off the hem of his own shirt and nods to the bleeding scratches on Barnum's arm

We should take care of those, too.

retrieves flask, cleans arm and neatly bandages it before taking a long sip from the remaining whiskey

Feel up to moving? 

Barnum 

Yeah, I'm fine.

Stands back up and stretches, looking over the makeshift bandage on his own arm and admiring the good job. Then wanders over to collect his jacket again under one arm before returning to give the bear a scratch behind the ears

I feel bad leaving her here but we should really head towards water. Keep a close eye on where you're stepping.

Begins to trudge onwards with Phillip in the direction they were heading, trying to move as straight as possible to avoid going off course.

You alright? That was enough to nearly give me a heart attack, you still look rather pale.

Moves for a solid ten minutes before realising that they're being followed, glancing back at the limping bear trundling along behind them

...We should name her.

Carlyle 

glances back at the bear, which is now rooting around in a fallen log and lapping up grubs

No we shouldn't. She's a wild animal.

walks determinedly onward, so intent on putting distance between themselves and the bear that he doesn't notice when the woods thin and they are suddenly confronted with a deep ravine, over which is strung a spindly-looking rope bridge. nearly topples over the edge, stopping just in time and watching loose dirt fall down into the stream below

Ack! Didn't see this from above.

Barnum 

Grabs the back of Phillips shirt gently and tugs him a few steps back away from the edge.

What did I tell you, watch where you're stepping!

Glances down over the edge at the sheer drop, then glances both ways

It could be miles around the edge but that bridge does not look stable.

As if to prove a point, puts one foot out on the rope bridge, listening to it creak and feeling it sway.

Carlyle 

eyes the moorings and knots, then gives bridge an experimental shake

No worse than the tightrope back home. It's even got railings. I can go first.

takes a few steps onto the bridge, then gives it a light bounce

It's fine. The flexibility actually makes it last longer in the elements. Which is good, since I can't imagine this place is high on anyone's maintenance list.

rapidly balances the rest of the way across, one foot in front of the other, crossing without glancing down or hesitating. shouts back across at Barnum and gestures for him to follow

Just pretend it's an act!

Barnum 

You've had a lot more practise on that front than I have.

Carefully grips the rope railings and takes a step onto the narrow bridge, pausing a moment before letting it take his weight

You're right, it's stronger than it looks. Twice as wobbly though.

Takes a few cautious steps forwards, keeping his eyes on Phillip. After a few moments seems to get into a rhythm of steps, making it about half way across before the sound of the bear grunting from it's place at the edge of the bridge distracts him. Trying to turn his head on instinct and missing a step, slipping on the thin rope and in a split second losing his balance. Just barely managing to suppress a yelp as he grabs the bridge.

Takes a steadying breath and hoists himself back up onto the bridge, struggling to steady himself. Moves his eyes back to Phillip, feeling things spin a little and not being able to stop himself from looking down once more. Eyes fixed on the sheer drop under him. Standing absolutely still on the rope.

Carlyle 

takes hold of the railings and is about to bolt across, rethinking the action when the bridge sways precariously at the added weight. bites lower lip and clenches hands in vexation

PT. Phineas. Look up. Look at me.

waves at Barnum unsuccessfully. takes a deep breath and then starts humming the musical accompaniment to the trapeze act, softly then with growing volume as he notices Barnum's head tilt to listen

Barnum 

After several moments manages to finally lift his head to focus on the slightly unsteady sight of Phillip ahead, turning a few shades paler than is healthy but saying nothing.

Takes a very long steadying breath and stands himself upright again, then a few moments later joins in and begins humming to the tune in near perfect harmony

Starts to shuffle forwards to the tune, after about two feet then starting to take proper steps again. Only losing his balance slightly twice before reaching the other side, grabbing Phillip's hand to pull himself up

Carlyle 

hauls Barnum the rest of the way onto solid ground and into a tight embrace, muttering into his shoulder with a shaky exhale

Why do you always have to look?

drags Barnum down to sit against a nearby tree trunk and offers him the last swig in the flask

Let's rest here a while before continuing.

Barnum 

Takes the flask gratefully and swigs the last of its small amount of content. Colour returning to his cheeks after a few moments

I'm fine, I'm fine. Just got a little dizzy. We should press on.

Despite his words, leans against Phillip's shoulder just slightly. Somewhat weary from the lack of comfortable sleep and the long hours of walking.

When we reach water we should really find some food, I'm star- WAIT NO!

Startles and lunges to his feet, dropping the flask and rushing back over to the edge. Eyes fixed on the hefty back bear beginning to shuffle onto the rope bridge.

YOU CANNOT CROSS THAT. STAY THERE! STAY!

Carlyle 

bolts upright in confusion and follows Barnum's gaze, watching with incredulity as the large bear balances along the length of the bridge with surprising alacrity, especially considering its injured foot

Phin, I hate to say it, but I think I would trust that bear to make it across more than you.

the bear in question continues daintily placing one huge clawed paw in front of the other, distributing its weight easily on its three functioning feet as it makes its way across

It looks like it has done it before.

the bear reaches their side of the bridge and sidles over, giving Barnum an amiable head butt and snuffle, as if expecting another treat

Barnum 

Stares in bewilderment for a few moments, absentmindedly moving to scritch behind the animal's fluffy ears and pull another berry from his pocket for it to lap up. After a minute his confusion bubbling into excitement

Well that decides it then. We are keeping her. The universe has offered us a tightrope walking bear, it would be rude to turn down such an incredible gift.

Gives the bear an excited kiss on the head, then turns on his heel and begins onwards once more

Just think. Perhaps we can train her up to fly the trapeze too. She will be a worldwide sensation, people will travel from across the globe to see her. She needs an elegant name, something that displays her grace and beauty. She is going to be a star.

Carlyle 

falls in alongside Barnum, unable to formulate any further protest given that there was a certain sense to what he was saying

I suppose it would be easier to give her proper medical care if we took her home. But only until she is better and she can choose if she wants to return.

glances at the creature, which is now inching closer to Barnum's other side and making contented grunting sounds

Is it normal for them to show such obvious signs of affection? 

Barnum 

I just have a way with animals. And drunken playwrights.

Ducks over to press a kiss against Phillip's neck as they walk, then slings an arm over the bear, rubbing her soft fur. Chuckling softly as she presses her muzzle to his hand and licks his fingers

I'm going to call her Grylls.

Carlyle 

grumbles good-naturedly and reciprocates by also head butting Barnum in the shoulder and nuzzling his neck

It's a strangely fitting name. I'm not going to ask where it came from.

reaches over and strokes the fluffy ruff of fur behind the bear's head

Lost in the woods and you still manage to recruit the unique and sensational. Was there ever a time you didn't have a parade trailing along everywhere you went? 

Barnum 

Chuckles and teasingly ruffles Phillip's hair at the same time as the bear's

I wish I could say that I was born covered in glitter to a band of trumpets, but it's far from the truth really. Before the Circus and the girls and Charity, I was something of an outcast. Society's scumbag. Then again I suppose I still am in a sense but at least a rich and famous scumbag rather than a hungry and dirty one.

Pauses at a moderately sized rock face, locating the easiest way up before continuing to climb a few ledges, easily followed by the bear who seemed to make the same trip in two leaps. Then pauses for Phillip to catch up, watching him with a slightly distant look

It is strange sometimes to look back and remember being that way. The child that people kicked stones at for a game, the one that mothers would shield their children's eyes from for being too dirty. It isn't like that anymore, I found a place in society that I fit into. But I spent a long time not fitting in anywhere and those feelings, well, I suppose they never quite go away entirely. There is always that fear that you might awaken one day to the same fate of being cold and alone.

Offers a hand down to tug the man the rest of the way up before continuing forward at a slower pace, giving his injured arm a rub irritably.

Carlyle

glances up at the direction of the sun and then points forward and to the left

Shouldn't be far now.

leans into Barnum's side as they continue trudging along, arm slung casually around his waist more for comfort than support

We might not have had similar upbringings, but I know exactly what you mean. That feeling of isolation even when you're in a crowd. I never thought there was a way out of it until you barged in. You're stuck with us for good now, I'm afraid. 

Barnum 

Grins and throws his arm casually around Phillip's shoulder

Wouldn't have it any other way. Even if we lost it all; the fame, the fortune, the crowds and adoration. I could still live the rest of my life happy because I am engaged to my best friend. and I can come home to him every day. Whatever happens, loneliness is a thing of the past now, for the both of us.

Steers around, watching the sun slowly starting to lower in the sky and beginning to feel the cold a bit more.

Are you sure it is this way? We have been walking all da-

Trails off as they emerge from the trees into a small clearing with a large lake, clapping his hands together in delight

I take it back, sorry for doubting you. Thank goodness for water at last.

Carlyle 

heaves a sigh of relief and makes a beeline for the water's edge, depositing their supplies on a nearby rock along the way

It's about time. What are you waiting for?

scoops up icy cold lake water in hands and splashes face with it, then does it again for a drink

Barnum 

Follows him brightly, eager to wash from the dirt of outside.  

We should start a fire near the- wait what are you-?! 

Smacks Phillip's cupped hands to spill the water before he can get it to his lips

What are you doing? Do you want to die of cholera out here? You can't just drink water you find.

Carlyle 

blinks at Barnum for a moment uncomprehendingly, then looks back at the lake

It looked clean?

Barnum 

Just because water looks clear doesn't mean it is clean. When I was a boy in my first job we would sometimes be laying tracks for hours and hours out in the hot sun without a thing to drink. Some men on particularly bad days would take gulps of water from the lakes and streams, which we were heavily warned against. It always looks safe but unless you want to spend your remaining few days of life curled up on the floor of a lavatory , I suggest you don't risk it.

Splashes a little water on his own face and chest to clean off, then moves away from the water's edge.

If we boil it, it kills whatever bugs are lurking in it. That's why the majority of America drink nothing but coffee and beer. Help me start a fire. You get the wood, I'll fix up something a little bigger than this flask to hold water in.

Carlyle 

Fair enough. If I had known there was actual justification for subsisting purely on alcohol, I might adopted the rustic lifestyle earlier.

heads into the nearby brush to gather suitable fire supplies, emerging twenty minutes later with a bundle of wood tied securely with his jacket and several duck eggs wrapped in his bundled up shirt. sets down load, then places a large fistful of brown cattail heads on top

Found dinner along the way! These taste rather like corn when roasted. 

Barnum 

Arms and chest completely coated in river mud, lifts up a rather impressive large clay bowl lined with thick smooth leaves, filled securely with water.

A productive trek. A full meal alongside our new companion's contribution too.

Gestures at the bear, who is lounged by the edge of the lake gnawing on a large fish, a few smaller untouched fish in a heap next to her.

Thank goodness too, I think I could eat a horse.

Sits down next to Phillip and helps to arrange the fire wood in a heap, placing his bowl against the edge, then takes great joy in smearing his muddy hand on the other's torn shirt.

This is a good amount of duck eggs. We shall dine like kings tonight.

Carlyle 

hours later, dinner now a comfortable memory, settles down in a newly built shelter, warming hands in front of fire

It doesn't feel as cold tonight.

pauses and looks out at the darkness

They must be looking for us by now, right?

Barnum 

Tugs the blanket around his own shoulders a little more and lets out a yawn, gently pulling Phillip to lean on his shoulder

I hope so, surely someone will have sent a search party to find us. Our presence surely will have been missed somewhere.

Laughs as the bear plods over, curling up peacefully beside them in the shelter. He leans back against her huge hairy body and closes his eyes

I'm calling it a night. Guess it wouldn't really be so bad if they never found us anyway. It's not so bad, just you and me out here. No one to look at us strangely if we present our love. I could get used to eating berries and eggs for every meal if it means I never have to hide my love for you again.

Cracks open an eye and smiles at him knowingly

We should make the most of this freedom. Get in touch with nature. Make the most of the situation.

Tugs Phillip to lay on his chest

We could get married out here. Grylls could officiate. Everyone knows that bears are animals of god.

Act II fade to black

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[askcarlyle]

[A contribution (in conjunction with @askbarnum) to FanFicFeb on @theothersidediscord for Prompts #2-4, "Vertigo", "Missing Memories" and "Tracks". Edited from the live version, which concluded on server last night.]

Barnum

Blows an impressed whistle as he pushes open the doors to the bank and strolls inside

They've redecorated. Perhaps we should redecorate your apartment like this? Could use some more gold embossing and decorative pillars. We still have ten minutes until our meeting, plenty of time to find the room on the 7th floor. You have all the paperwork in order, right? Nothing can go wrong with this proposal. Do you have any idea how long I have been trying to get a loan for this Circus Train?

Carlyle

pats briefcase

I double checked all the applications and schematics last night. Everything is ready to present.

stops Barnum as he heads towards the stairs

Where are you going? Elevator's this way.

Barnum

They have an elevator now? That's new too.

Fixes his cravat in the mirror before following Phillip

Have you ever been in one of these before?

Carlyle

A few times. Impressive new technology. They say it could lead to buildings taller than 20 stories! We live in a remarkable age.

rings the bell and waits patiently for the operator to open the doors before indicating that Barnum should enter first

After you. Remember, we are here to negotiate for a train, not an upgrade to your house.

Barnum

Pauses before cautiously stepping inside

But just think of it, a house with 20 floors!

Shifts to make room for Phillip as the door closes

Seventh floor please.

Carlyle

watches as the operator cranks the gates and doors closed, then starts to pull levers and twist knobs on a control board. "Yes sir, seventh floor." glances around the small space as it lurches and starts moving upwards, taking in the dark wood paneling, fitted with large mirrors in alternating sections

Barnum

Closes his eyes tightly and presses his back against the wall, feeling the vibrations of movement and letting out a long breath through his nose

Certainly faster than the stairs but I can't imagine it is much use during the busy periods of the day, we barely fit. Do you mind taking your foot off of mine?

Clears his throat

Perhaps we should have our own tracks built. Personal circus tracks, only for us. Can you imagine the image it would give us? Maybe we could sell rides, cram people in with the less dangerous animals.

Carlyle

whispers

An image of being redundant and egomaniacal spendthrifts, you mean? Currently functioning tracks are just fine. And I hope you are kidding, because those poor animals have enough to deal with when you're constantly in there trying to train them to sing for peanuts.

is about to continue when a screeching sound cuts through the air, followed by the elevator car jerking and shuddering to a halt

Funny, that's not how it usually arrives at a floor.

Barnum

Only the bears. No one wants to hear an elephant sing.

Jolts and instinctively grabs Phillip and the operator to protect them in the event of an impact. Holding on for perhaps a few seconds longer than necessary after realising they had just stopped.

...I don't claim to be an expert on these things, but shouldn't the doors be opening?

Carlyle

the operator scratches his head, scrutinizing his controls for several moments before coming to a conclusion. "Greatest apologies, sirs, but we seem to be having some unforeseen difficulties. Sometimes the car does stall a bit. If you wouldn't mind remaining here, I will go check out the situation and give you an update shortly."

Wha... but...

watches as the operator stands on his stool and pushes open a small ceiling panel, then pulls himself up onto the roof and out of sight

Well, this is unexpected.

Barnum

Watches the small operator boy climb out of the ceiling panel with ease, then shuts his eyes tight again

How long is shortly? We are going to be late.

Loosens the cravat around his neck and tugs it off

We can't be far off the seventh floor. I'm sure I can squeeze through that gap, I'll pull you up. We can just take the stairs.

Carlyle

looks up at the hole in the ceiling uncertainly

I don't like the sound of that idea, PT. There's no telling where this thing got stuck, and I think we are very high up.

Barnum

We've been in higher scrapes before. Remember the hot air balloon?

Climbs up on the stool and pokes his head out of the ceiling hole, squinting up at the dark tunneling abyss above them. Tries to push his shoulders through but can't quite squeeze through.

It's hard to see where we are, perhaps if I count the metal riming's? It's high, how many floors did you say there were?

Squints up, trying to calculate a rough distance, after several moments starting to find the shaft spinning nauseatingly. Shifting himself down from the stool and stumbling a bit, dizzily.

Vertigo. You try instead. You're more slight than me, perhaps you can get further out. I'll figure something else out. Maybe if I just-

Tries to force his fingers between the doors to pry them open, grunting as he forces them open by half an inch only to be greeted by concrete

...We could un-wedge it! Enough force will unstick it.

Starts jumping up and down aggressively, making the wooden elevator shift and creak precariously. Then after several failed attempts, stops and instead starts banging on the wall with his fists

It's not moving. Why aren't you helping?

Uses his abandoned cravat to rub the sweat from his forehead

I can't breathe. There's no room in here.

Carlyle

gives Barnum a concerned once over, maintaining as calm and measured a tone as possible

There is no less room here than there was before, and plenty of air is coming in. Especially from that open hatch in the ceiling, which I will not attempt to climb out of because our most helpful car operator has already gone to obtain assistance and will return shortly.

moves a little closer and pulls silk handkerchief out of pocket, hovering just shy of contact

May I?

Barnum

Are you sure? I'm sure that the walls weren't this tight a moment ago. I don't think I could even extend my arms out half way.

Watches the other man for a moment before offering a slight nod, putting his cravat in his jacket pocket to stop himself ruining it further. Clenching and unclenching his empty hands at his side

My apologies, I'm overreacting. It's very hot in here, do you have any water? How long has he been gone now? You don't think he's forgotten us?

Carlyle

lightly dabs at Barnum's forehead with handkerchief, then smooths his hair back gently

There, as fetching as ever.

indicates the mirror for him to see for himself, then knocks on the wall under it

Pretty sure this is made of wood, no worries about it doing anything unexpected. You just take up more space than the average occupant. Blame it on your grandiose notions or perhaps that extra pastry from breakfast.

tucks handkerchief into Barnum's hand and then reaches into another inside pocket, producing a small metal flask and placing it in his other hand

You know very well I don't carry water. Here, have a sip. It's been less than five minutes, I'm sure he will be back shortly.

Barnum

Better than water. Thank you.

Takes a large mouthful from the flask, leaning back against one of the mirrors a little bit and feeling satisfied with it's cool surface.

Hey! I burn off those pastries faster than I can eat them.

Rubs at his head once again with the handkerchief, giving the other a grateful look

They should make these things three times the size. This is unbearable, just between you and me, I've never been fond of tight spaces. Feels like the world is closing in and suffocating you.

Carlyle

nods slowly

I might have noticed. Small spaces never really bothered me... quite the opposite, actually. Is it because of something that happened in the past?

Barnum

I suspect it's a lingering discomfort from something that happened to me as a boy. Hard to pinpoint what exactly. I often find there are some gaps in my memories from certain experiences. I suppose just about everyone has lingering childhood fears hanging over them and missing memories of some sort.

Shuffles over to lean slightly against Phillip's shoulder.

What is it about small spaces that you like?

Carlyle

shifts weight to lean back a corresponding degree, tilting head in contemplation

Hmm. Not sure. It just seems more cozy. You can more easily influence your surroundings and know where everything is. You're not as... exposed?

nudges Barnum in the ribs

I know your childhood was a very long time ago, but you're not quite old enough to be claiming feeble-mindedness. How does one misplace memories?

Barnum

Perhaps I have more important things to fill my head with than ridiculous old memories.

Discretely wipes his sweaty hand on the hem of his jacket before pushing it into Phillip's hand, closing his eyes once more and tipping his head back against the cold mirror

I believe it's possible to erase parts of your memory you do not want to remember anymore. When I was a boy on the cusp of manhood, maybe eleven years of age, it was my job to climb inside the train engine compartments to clean them out. To avoid the filth catching fire and causing an explosion. One morning, I think someone shut me inside and I was trapped for days before anyone noticed. I don't remember much of the experience other than being rescued and a blurry few days afterwards.

Carlyle

blinks in surprise and gives Barnum's hand a small squeeze

That must have terrifying, I'm sorry. You have every reason for wanting to forget.

reaches over to take a sip from the flask before handing it back

I have even more respect for how admirably level you remained during other instances now. Like you said, the balloon incident, the ship... you got out of all of those situations just fine and this will be no different.

Barnum

Smiles slightly at the squeeze, then takes another sip from the flask before screwing the lid back on.

I suppose it's those kind of experiences as a child that build character and make you a man. Though at the same time I'd die before letting either of my children experience that.

Takes a deep breath before chuckling lightly under his breath, cracking an eye open to glance at Phillip

The hot air balloon incident didn't count. I was very distracted.

Carlyle

rubs absentmindedly at the underside of a particular ring with thumb, feeling cheeks go a bit warm

Yes. That's right. I was trying to distract you from our precarious circumstances. Did it work?

Barnum

I think you'll find that I was the one initiating the distractions. Though yes, it was very helpful.

Gives him a playful grin, opening his eyes properly to enjoy the sight of his embarrassed companion

They say the best way to overcome nerves is to have something to do with your hands.

Carlyle

glances down at where said hands are clasped, then back up to Barnum's face, now only inches away, with just the slightest glint of challenge

I suppose an encore would only be appropriate. If you don't think there's too little room to work with.

Barnum

Well I am always open to a challenge.

Gently pushes Phillip back against the mirror, cupping the back of his head and pressing a passionate kiss on his lips

Carlyle

smiles into the kiss, deepening it even as hands wander under Barnum's jacket and down his sides

Hmm. It is maybe a little warm in here.

Barnum

Mm

Slides his free hand down Phillip's waist and tucks it into the front of his pants, using the other to gently stroke the back of his head as they kiss The elevator suddenly jolts harshly, pauses for a moment, then resumes moving upwards.

Carlyle

stumbles backwards and shakes head as if to clear the fog, rapidly patting self down and readjusting clothing just as the elevator comes to a halt at their floor and the operator comes dropping through the hatch to release the doors

Ahem! Figured it out, then?

Barnum

Steps out of the small space in a hurry, taking a few deep breaths before tugging his cravat from his pocket and begining to re-adjust it around his neck. Then reaching over to smooth down Phillip's ruffled hair

Finally! Took you long enough. At least we are only...

Tugs his pocket watch from his pocket

Eight minutes late for our appointment. Let's go, let's go.

Carlyle

grabs briefcase and jogs after Barnum

Fashionably late is the term you're looking for!

Barnum

Is that your excuse for never turning up on time in the mornings?

Nudges him playfully in the ribs as he catches up

We can finish our discussion from in there later.

Carlyle

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[askcarlyle]

[A contribution (in conjunction with @askbarnum) to FanFicFeb on @theothersidediscord for Prompt #14 (Soulmate). Edited from the live version, which appeared on server earlier this month.]

Barnum

Wanders into the office a warm afternoon, hair still slick with sweat from rehearsals and puts down a mug of coffee and a muffin in front of Phillip

Time for a break from those finance forms. You've been staring at them for over an hour.

Carlyle 

pushes aside the papers, shaking head

That's because I'm still not sure why you ordered costume beards for the elephants. They're shedding hair everywhere and you need five people to tie each one on.

Barnum

Hey, sometimes you just have to trust me. Thought you'd know that by now.

Beams at him smugly, playfully grabbing his shoulder and giving it a little shake

Let's take a walk, Phil. I wanna show you something anyway and you look like you could use the air. You get any more pale and you'll blind people when the spotlight hits you.

Tugs him to his feet gently

Carlyle 

comes along gamely but holds up one finger in protest at the last comment

New York City air is hardly the healthiest panacea one can offer, you know. I'm pretty sure many places would turn one green rather than pale.

Barnum

Raises his eyebrows sassy at him as they exit the circus and ushers him into a carriage. Plonking the muffin into his lap as he sits down

Eat, I didn’t see you grab any lunch.

Taps the top of the carriage and tells the driver where to go, sitting back and bumping shoulders with Phillip affectionately before pressing a kiss to his cheek

I've been working on this in the mornings all month.

Carlyle

looks up from muffin, startled

Exactly how early were you waking up? You've been in at the normal time every day. Except that one time you got sidetracked by the patterned waistcoat sale in the warehouse district. That delivery never arrived, by the way. I have no idea why.

Barnum 

Yes I did notice. Mysterious.

Sips from the mans coffee cup before handing it back to him

4am, you can tell the bits I've worked on by candlelight. It's been worth it though.

As the carriage comes to a stop he dusts the crumbs off his jacket, opening the door for Phillip to reveal their train. Originally black now brightly painted in red. Many of the carriages are still unfinished, charcoal sketches of lions and oddities covering the sides. The very first carriage is the only one completely finished and painted in vibrant tones. A carriage sized painting of Phillip in his ringmaster costume gracing the front, next to him Barnum himself.

Carlyle 

brushes crumbs off lap before looking up, and stares for an extended minute

You did this all by yourself? It's incredible...

steps a bit closer and puts out hand, about to touch, before drawing back at the last minute

Is it finished?

Barnum 

It’s dry, don’t worry. Finished the last glaze this morning.

Leans his head against Phillip's shoulder fondly

I was going to wait until the whole thing was finished but I think if I do everything myself it might take the rest of my life so I've hired a few artists to finish up the rest. You were looking a little low this morning and I wanted to cheer you up.

Carlyle

reaches out again and runs hand over his larger-than-life portrait, lingering over its raised hand

You painted the ring, too. Right there on the front of the train.

Barnum 

He shrugs one shoulder, almost a little sheepish that he noticed, and glances at his boots for a moment with a chuckle

I can paint over it....if it makes you uncomfortable. I'm just. I'm proud to be engaged to you. I couldn’t bear to leave the ring out. It's a symbol of how much you mean to me. Besides, people aren’t going to know, right? They'll probably just think it's yours from Miss Wheeler or something. It's hardly the most scandalising thing I've done.

Meets his eyes again. Excited but vulnerable. Eager for his verdict on the piece

Carlyle

shakes head and leans over to pick up an abandoned brush and dip it in gold paint before adding a similar ring onto Barnum's portrait

Just one... little... addition. Anyone who does figure it out might as well be thoroughly scandalized rather than just halfway.

takes Barnum's hand and impulsively paints a matching golden adornment on his actual hand

I might have picked one for you a while back as well, but never quite found the right moment to give it to you, so this will have to do until we get home later.

looks Barnum in the eye, still holding hand and giving its scarred knuckles an affectionate kiss

Now it's absolutely perfect. 

Barnum 

Stares at the wet ring of shimmering gold paint on his finger, where the faint dent left from so many years of wearing a wedding ring before was lingering. His eyes misting up after a while of silence, a little speechless and clearly rather touched.

Chuckles loudly, throwing his arms around Phillip and swinging him around enthusiastically. When his feet touch the floor once more he immediately presses a loving kiss to his lips

You are ridiculous. I love you.

Carlyle 

Hmm. Learned from the greatest, so I'm told.

wraps arms loosely around the back of Barnum's neck and sways in time to music in his head

[FTB]

[askcarlyle]

[A contribution (in conjunction with @askbarnum) to FanFicFeb on @theothersidediscord for Prompt #1, "First Meeting". Edited from the live version, which took place on server last night.]

Carlyle

swirls the amber liquid in his glass and looks around the cozy tavern, which is almost packed to capacity with the majority of the troupe in attendance

Thank you all for being here tonight to celebrate our anniversary. If one can even call it that...

from behind the bar, a gruff voice issues -- "I've poured liquid courage at enough first dates to recognize one when I see it, fellas."

...right. As I saying, thank you for being here to mark the occasion of our first meeting...

Barnum

Downs the last half of his finger of whisky and elbows Phillip in the arm as Lettie pours him another

It was a date, not a meeting. We had drinks. I charmed you into coming away with me. Listen to the bartender. I planned that date for days.

Carlyle

frowns and tosses back drink before raising a hand to dispute

A "date" implies previously agreed upon arrangements by both parties. We hadn't ever spoken before that night. We hadn't even been in the same room before that night.

Barnum

Well before we entered the bar we spoke. I asked you if I could buy you a drink and you said yes, that was an agreement. It is the oldest method in the book for requesting someone's company on a date.

pokes another peanut into his mouth before tossing the shell at Fedor playfully. The other man tossing back a whole handful from the ones he was eating.

Drinks, small talk, seduction, then an agreement. You had been making eyes at me since the moment I introduced myself.

Carlyle

snorts and throws another peanut at Barnum

If that's what you call trying not to be blinded by your scarf's loud paisley pattern.

Barnum

frowns teasingly

Hey, that is my favourite scarf. You just don't appreciate real fashion. It is eye catching. Besides, who other than young children dressed by their mothers wears matching scarves and hats?

Sips his drink thoughtfully

I suppose admittedly while it might have taken a few drinks and some charming words to seduce you, you had me wooed much faster. From the moment I spotted you at my daughter's ballet recital.

Carlyle

coughs and puts down drink

Ballet recital? You don't mean that night at the concert hall with my cousin's dance academy...

God, their champagne was weak.

Barnum

Chuckles as he breaks open another peanut, waving a dismissive hand

Yes well, somehow I don't think they were trying to promote the parents and carers getting drunk. It was also 6pm when it finished and during the course of that evening I saw you down twelve glasses. Your mother looked very embarrassed, it was more entertaining to watch than the company I was forced to socialise with.

Carlyle

ducks head at the memory, both in amusement and bemusement

Admittedly, I can't recall much about that night's attendance or who I spoke to. You were really there?

Barnum

Tosses the peanut in his mouth, keeping his eyes on the other with a teasing grin

Of course I was. It was Caroline's first recital, she had the lead in the first and third number. I spotted you at the afterparty, you did rather stick out like a sore thumb. The only man in the place under 35 I'd wager. Took no more than a few moments to figure you out; single man with no kids, you were dressed up too smartly to not have a career and yet it couldn't have been anything extremely well paid because you seemed to be living with your parents. Alcohol problem, and you looked bored.

That is why I knew straight away you would be easy to snatch up as a business partner. Boredom is truly the worst illness a man can fall victim to, he would do anything for a cure.

Carlyle

raises an eyebrow

That sounds thoroughly disreputable when you phrase it like that. So it was a business meeting, you agree. And in turn, I will admit that it was difficult not stare too openly when you introduced yourself later. I'd thought the larger than life persona was only for the stage.

Barnum

That did sound a lot creepier coming from my mouth than I had expected. Perhaps that is enough drink for one evening.

Pushes his glass away with one finger. Turning his full attention to Phil

Whether intentional or not as a romantic affair, it was still very much a date. I was married. Things were complicated.

beams in pride at the comment, leaning back slightly on his stool

I am quite the diamond in the rough of the public. You had your charm too, it's not often that men have a bit of bite to them. You had the snark and attitude of a young me. Admittedly I think I was near as infatuated with you as you were of I by the end of the evening. Perhaps it was the alcohol but the way you danced and those tight trousers had me losing sleep for days afterwards.

Carlyle

glances at glass and puts it back down as well

If every offer of a drink I agreed to in life came with that intent, I would have been called something a lot harsher than scandalous.

considers

I suppose some interesting thoughts might have crossed my mind when you were up on that table. To be candid, I was half tempted to stuff a $5 note down your shirt and ask for an encore.

Barnum

Frowns, creasing his forehead

I am a businessman not a cheap street walker. I would have charged far more than $5 for an encore. Though if you had batted your eyelashes enough I may have offered you a complimentary lap dance.

Carlyle

laughs and leans into Barnum with grin

A paragon of self-respect and generosity! I swoon to consider what showing an ankle might have netted.

Barnum

puts a loving arm around Carlyle and presses a kiss to the top of his head

Do you have any idea how many laces and buckles are on these boots? It would have taken me a good fifteen minutes in that state of alcohol indulgence to have flashed you an ankle. You'd have gotten bored and lost interest before I had gotten through the first knot.

Carlyle

from behind the bar, the voice once again pipes up -- "Fifteen minutes would have been generous. You two fell over and passed out two minutes after shaking hands."

shoots bartender a warning look

I recall we danced for quite a bit after that. Didn't we? It's all a bit fuzzy.

Barnum

Squints thoughtfully

I am sure I distinctly remember getting up on the bar to do a celebratory dance with you. I think I was still quite within my limits. I wouldn't have passed out at the bar.

...Then again I am not sure I entirely remember getting home that evening. What I do remember is my hat smelling like vomit for days despite having no memory of being unwell. Perhaps some of the details of my recollection aren't entirely crystal clear.

Carlyle

bartender continues speaking "Mine are, unfortunately. You still haven't paid me back for getting those carpets cleaned, Barnum. And your friend there was slurring something about how your perfect harmonization during your duet was metatextually symbolic of your future relationship as a whole, whatever that means."

stares at bartender in confusion, then shrugs

Barnum

I am curious enough to want the truth from you and yet hesitant enough to ask whether you would deem it appropriate to share in front of my entire troupe.

Glances at his abandoned glass and makes the decision to pick it up again and down it in one go before locking eyes with the bartender once more

What other things was Mr Carlyle spouting that night?

Carlyle

turns to bartender, wide-eyed and suddenly uncertain

I can buy you much nicer carpets, you know.

Barnum

Beams in teasing excitement, putting a hand before Phillip's chest to push him back into his seat

The carpets will be paid for. Now tell me exactly word for word what Phillip said about me that night. Leave out no details.

Carlyle

New lamps. Gas ones.

Barnum

The bartender rolls his eyes, turning his back on them to keep scrubbing a glass. "You think I remember your interactions word for word? This was a long time ago , boys. I have hundreds of customers come through here, not just the two of you."

He puts down the glass, picking up another one "I remember you deciding on a deal between you both, and paying your tab. Mr Barnum tried to climb up on the bar and fell over the other side, then fell asleep on the floor behind the counter. Mr Carlyle did not seem to notice the disappearance of his friend and continued to talk to the empty seat next to him for a while, goodness knows what it was about. You did call him handsome a few times and it grew into a few less appropriate comments as you downed a last nightcap.

If I remember correctly, you both waltzed on my snooker table once Mr Barnum awoke, made a dreadful mess of my carpets, and the flowerpot I used to have in the corner, and the coat rack, and my only indoor lavatory, and then left. I believe Mr Barnum insisted on taking you back to his home."

Carlyle

scratches head

I do vaguely remember being tucked in, but thought was a dream.

glances around at the troupe, some of whom had been whispering amongst themselves

I'd like to see how precise any of your memories are after that many shots. I was barely able to walk the next day when we visited the circus.

Barnum

-Chuckles to himself cheerfully-

I do remember the next morning clearly enough. Charity woke me up with a bombardment of questions about why I came back at four in the morning carrying an unconscious Phillip Carlyle and put him to bed in the guest room, then passed out myself in the hallway. She was more amused than angry I think.

Refills his glass once more, then gives Phillip a friendly pat on the shoulder

You were on another planet that day. I don't think you took in a single word I said. It was very charming, you seemed to fall head over heels for Miss Wheeler and stumbled around like a bashful fawn all afternoon.

Brings his glass up for a toast

To eventful beginnings. I am so very glad you were seduced into joining me on that first date all that time ago.

Carlyle

holds up glass

To a very auspicious first encounter, and a night that we will never quite remember or forget.

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[askcarlyle]

[A contribution (in conjunction with @askbarnum and @askbennett) to FanFicFeb on @theothersidediscord for Prompts #10 (Facing your fear), 18 (Children), and 19 (Ambition) and . Edited from the live version, which concluded on server yesterday.]

Carlyle

A new day brings with it the sounds of birdsong, the gentle lapping of water along the shore of the lake, and the deep rumbling snore of the newly adopted bear, with Barnum's only slightly less sonorous snore delivered in perfect counterpoint.

Mmmppphh... BT dammit, my face is not a cushion...

mumbles and bats irritably at the mass of fur only to start awake upon realizing it is attached to a much larger creature. Blinks blearily at their sleep pile, including the bear currently shoving a shaggy elbow into his chin

Right. Good morning to you, too.

Barnum

Mmm it's not morning yet Helen go back to sleep sweetheart.

Tugs the blanket over his head for a few minutes before groggily coming into consciousness

Oh...good morning.

Sits up and stretches out his arms before leaning into the bears large warm body. Glances at Phillip, lips twitching into a grin

You suit the ruffled unwashed look. Its rugged.

Carlyle

runs hand through hair, giving up after a few tries when it refuses to do anything but pop back up at odd angles

Rugged? That's a generous estimation. We've been stumbling through mud and bracken for two days, I feel like something Ellie dragged in from the sewers.

peers at Barnum in puzzlement

How did you manage to sprout that much facial hair in the course of a weekend, anyway? That's practically a full beard. It's like it spontaneously regenerates overnight if you don't shave.

shakes head and pulls off shirt, heading down to the water's edge

Might as well take advantage of the surroundings. You could use a wash, too. 

Barnum 

Gives his beard a rub and chuckles

That is generally quite normal for men. You just seem to grow hair slower than most. You are sporting a rather good beginning to a moustache there though.

Scratches behind Grylls ears before standing up too, unbuttoning his pants and removing his underwear before joining Phillip

Could be a bit more subtle about telling me I smell.

Gets to the waters edge and wades in until he is covered to his waist, then without hesitation dunks his head under, splashing Phil when he comes back up for air.

Mm the natural cologne of pond water. I feel cleaner already.

Carlyle 

wipes water out of eyes with studied indifference and rubs face clean with another scoop of water

This rather reminds me of when the girls "camp" in the tent when they visit. Making the blanket tent in the middle of the rings, roasting sausages over a small fire, the way they jump off the dock in the morning in lieu of a bath, trying to soak as many people with their splashes as possible.

ducks another wave of water while trying to scrub mud out of hair

You taught them that, didn't you? I can't imagine Charity performing a flying cannonball, somehow. 

Barnum 

You'd be surprised. Charity could out splash me any day. She also does incredible dolphin impressions.

gives his hair and chest a light scrub with his hands before allowing himself to float on the surface of the water, glancing at the clouds

They'd love it here. The outdoors and building your own shelters. Hunting for food. And they'd love Grylls. I wonder if they're worried about us.

Carlyle

gives up and dunks head in water, raking hair back into a somewhat acceptable configuration

They must have notified the authorities by now. We never showed up at the ball or anywhere after. There's a chance the horses made it home by now.

stands in the shallow water, watching Barnum float by

That looks like fun. Maybe we could have swimming lessons someday, when we are in a slightly less remote location? Or perhaps I should be asking Charity? 

Barnum 

Hey, she might be better at the cannonball but I can easily beat her in a race. I have had many more years of swimming practise than she has. Here.

Shifts back under the water and paddles over, standing next to Phillip in the shallows and holding out his arms

Lay on your front, I'll hold you up. Once you learn to not panic and how to move your arms and legs you'll be fine. Swimming is like riding a bicycle.

Carlyle

looks down at the water uncertainly, caught offguard by the sudden offer

Now?

glances back towards the shore, then seems to realize they have absolutely no schedule to follow, a nearly unheard of luxury. shrugs and flops forward, nearly sending Barnum toppling

Barnum 

Oof ...Alright first thing, stop being so tense. You're like a rock. Let your shoulders go loose, there we go.

Holds him near the surface of the water, ducking a little to let himself sink under a bit too.

Now all the power to keep yourself up comes from your legs, moving your arms is for steadying and direction. You wanna kick your legs like you're running, then when you feel steady, get your arms going too. One over one under, like you've seen me do.

Carlyle 

holds head above water and gives a few experimental kicks, flailing a little with arms as he sinks lower in the water

Bicycles don't drown you if you fall, you know.

Barnum 

You're not going to drown either, I am holding you up. Relax, you are going stiff again.

Leans slightly to press a kiss against the others soaked hair

I won't let go, kick harder. A mans body naturally floats unless you will it otherwise. Hard kicks, try moving your arms as if they are a pair of dolphins leaping in and out of the water. Big arches. No not at the same time, one after the other. You're doing great, still need to kick harder but we are moving.

Carlyle 

follows instructions as best as possible, pushing away fears and grounding self in the feeling of strong, capable hands steadying his somewhat halting progress

feels, for the first time, the water actually buoying him up rather than pushing down from all sides. As if stepping out of a smokey tent into the clear night air, something finally clicks and the last dragging chains of memories past are shed

Barnum

Chuckles with an overjoyed grin

You're doing it! You're swimming, Phil! I am still ready to catch you but I'm moving my hands away alright. Just keep going, don’t panic. I will put them right back if I think you need them. Stead- AGH

Feels something sink its teeth into his leg and yelps, slipping back in the wet river mud and splashing around to regain his balance. About to resume steadying Phillip he feels another set of sharp teeth sink into his rear and nearly jumps out of the water.

LeSsOn OvEr! Ack! Oww Back to land, don't put your feet down there’s something- ack!! 

Carlyle

shoots forward in the water as Barnum lets go, then promptly starts flailing when he realizes the training wheels have come off

"Something"?! What

splutter

constitutes

splash

"something"?

yelps as foot touches something fast and slimy when he tries to feel the lakebed with his feet

half dashes and half dogpaddles until finally able to run the rest of the way to shore

Barnum 

Flails for a few moments as he uses one hand to protect his unmentionables and the other to try to keep himself balanced in the water. Scrambling back towards the shore in a fit of yelps as he slips and slides on the muddy pond edge, noticing a nasty looking trout with its teeth still stuck in his thigh and slipping straight over into the mud in shock. Which thankfully prompts the creature to let go and slip back into the water.

Well on the bright side, I think you may have set a new world record for fastest dogpaddle swimming, and only minutes after your first lesson.

Attention is suddenly torn away by the bear as she casually plods forward into the water and returns moments later with the same hefty trout in her mouth, proudly bringing it back to the shore and dumping it on the ground near them before returning to find another.

Carlyle 

plods over to stare at the monstrous trout, soggy and still panting

Huh. Well. That happened.

gives Barnum a quick visual examination and, upon noting the bites are superficial, skewers the fish, perhaps a bit vengefully, with a nearby stick and heads back to camp

Breakfast will be ready in half an hour. 

Barnum

After an hour of drying off by the fire and finishing up their fish breakfast, they begin heading once again in the direction of the road. The blanket tied around his shoulders to keep his muddy bare torso from freezing, one arm scritching the bears ears as they walk.

The first thing I'm going to do when we get back home is have a bath. You forget the luxury it is to have clean warm water. Then I'm going to eat warm toast with jam and never take it for granted again.

Climbs over a large log and holds out a hand to steady Phil as he does so too

And shave. I'm not sure a beard suits me. However, you have a moustache coming through and it's rather charming. 

Carlyle 

scrunches nose and mouth experimentally

It's itchy. But I think the beard makes you look rather dashing in a roguish way.

clambers over log and pushes through some more undergrowth

Coffee. I miss coffee. Had even considered roasting some plant roots to attempt a substitute this morning.

Barnum 

Runs a hand through his hair and breaths out a sigh

Hm yes. The lack of caffeine is giving me headaches. A comfortable bed would be nice too. I'm so stiff I feel like an old man. The thought of living in the wilderness with you freely for the rest of my days was appealing until I noticed the only surface we would have available is the compacted rocky dirt. My back is too sore to spend any sort of pleasurable night this way.

Carlyle 

pats Grylls on one fluffy haunch

Luckily we had a soft pillow at least. Do you suppose she would let you ride her? If you're really that sore. You shouldn't strain your back.

Barnum

Good question.

Pauses and gives the bear a friendly pat on the side, when she pauses he vaults himself atop of her, settling comfortably against her fur as she pauses for a moment then keeps walking

...I think I have found my new show entrance. Care to join me?

Carlyle

shakes head and gives the bear an affectionate ear scratch

No thanks, don't want to strain her too much. This does open up a host of new performance possibilities, though.

Barnum 

Do you think she would be open to us dressing her in a tutu? She has some elegance in her gait. I think she could be taught ballet. Or perhaps she could ride a unicycle across the tightrope. Can you imagine the possibilities?

Carlyle 

She is one of the brightest animals I've met. We could give her the option and see if she likes it after she gets better. Caroline would love creating a routine for her.

stops and puts a hand on Gryll's neck to halt her

Did you hear something? I think those were carriage wheels.

Barnum 

Leans forwards as he squints to listen closely

....Those are carriage wheels!

Gives Grylls a gentle nudge with his foot to send her running in the direction of the sound, gesturing for Phil to follow

STOP! STOP! WAIT! HELP!

Carlyle 

They burst through the last stand of trees and onto the dirt road, muddied, grizzled, and partially clothed, with Barnum astride a large black bear wielding a sharpened stick. The carriage pulls to a halt several yards ahead of them.

Bennett 

Opens carriage door slowly and steps out to observe the scene with an expression of pure incredulity.

Mr. Carlyle. You have been gone for barely over two days. And yet, in that time, you seem to have forgotten all sense of decorum, and acquired, not one, but two bears.

Barnum 

Glances from Bennett to the carriage in utter bewilderment, slowly sliding off of the bear

Confusion slowly melts into delight and he chuckles incredulously, throwing his arms around Bennett before he can protest

I never thought I'd say this, but I am so happy to see you, Mr Bennett.

Carlyle 

Indeed. You are not the hero we were expecting, but you are our savior all the same.

glances down at disheveled state

We did end up having a few more difficulties in our travels than expected. Desperate times call for desperate measures.

Bennett 

Endeavours to extricate himself from Barnum’s enthusiastic embrace.

Desperate measures including removing half of your clothing, and adopting a large furry carnivore as your steed? How did you even...actually, never mind. Just get in the carriage.

Barnum 

We owe you our lives. I thought we may be stuck out here for weeks.

Releases him after a few moments, dumping his sharpened branch spear at the edge of the road.

You don't mind if Grylls rides on the roof do you? I am sure she'll fi-

As if on cue, the bear rises to stand on two feet and snarls at Bennett, towering over them and lashing out with a huge paw. Barnum stepping in front protectively and ending up with a matching gash on his other shoulder, cursing under his breath

Hey! No attacking. Get up on there right now.

The bear, almost as if understanding, growls at them before climbing up on top of the carriage, scraping off the nice paintwork with her claws and denting the roof as she does so.

Good girl.

Hops up inside of the carriage

Will you drop us off at the Circus? I need to find a pen for her before we head home. I doubt she will fit in the town house comfortably.

Carlyle 

fade to black

finis

[askcarlyle]

[A contribution (in conjunction with @askbarnum) to FanFicFeb on @theothersidediscord for Prompt #22 (Retail). Edited from the live version, which concluded on server last week.]

Carlyle

shuffles into office and pulls off fluffy woolen lambswool hood with a sigh of relief

These costumes were a brilliant idea, but perhaps more ventilation next time? I felt more like roasted mutton than a spring lamb by the end of that greeting session.

Barnum 

Discomfort is necessary. Did you see how happy it made all of the children? Some of the adults too.

Unbuttons a few buttons at the front of his bunny costume to let in some air. Pulling off the ears and dragging his fingers back through his sweaty hair with a grin

O'Malley told me the sugar eggs with the little elephants we've been selling have entirely sold out. And you told me it was a terrible idea.

Carlyle 

I was referring to your insisting on taste testing so many of them, if you recall. You were actually twitching like a real rabbit. 

Barnum 

Had to make sure they were of good quality. Only the best for our customers. I am a responsible retailer.

Wanders around the side of his desk, drumming his hands on the wood excitably

...Maybe after the fifth one I was just being greedy. I think I have a problem.

People love anything with an elephant on, though. We should put more into marketing this. Elephant shoes, Elephant hats, Elephant scarves for the ladies. Statues and toys, maybe snow globes?

Carlyle 

peels rest of costume off hastily, rolling up shirtsleeves and slumping into a chair

Little wooden toys that roll around on a string maybe. And that can attach to each other so they can have their own parade of elephants. ...no more walking sticks, though. I hear people are using your likeness for untoward purposes.

Barnum 

Leaves his own costume as is, but kicks off his boots to let his feet air out and starts pacing up and down the office  

Wooden toys would be perfect! Write that down! What about little wooden carriages they can attach to them? Lots of different detachable animals. A zoo drawn carriage toy. We could have little wooden circus dolls for the children too, put them out on show for the Wednesday evening shows when all the richer folk bring their spoiled kids. Sell all of the pieces separately . I've been considering toffees, but in the shape of my head. 

Pauses and frowns thoughtfully

...What possible untoward purposes can one use a cane for? 

Carlyle

opens mouth to explain, stops, starts again

I wasn't given exact details. But I did see Fedor using one as a croquet mallet the other day. Just how many of those did you expect to sell anyway?

Barnum 

Chuckles to himself and resumes pacing.

It seemed like a good idea at the time. And we have sold three of them! Even if two of those sales were the troupe. How about masks? Masks of my face. For the kids!

Carlyle

gets a faraway look

Might be sort of distracting... confusing... to have multiples of your face in the audience while trying to do a show. Not to mention their being used for satirical purposes. Perhaps animal masks? 

Barnum

Hm I suppose you're right, I wouldn't want anyone committing crimes with my face on. The police already aren't my biggest fans. Perhaps we should market you a little more. Those hand sized wooden dolls I had made of you have already sold out, people seem to prefer them to the one of me. Strangely a lot of young women are buying them, perhaps they make good pieces to decorate the mantel piece.

Carlyle 

frowns at the mention of the dolls

It's because you insisted on designing them with changeable costumes. They are taking the clothes off mine to use on the Anne doll. That's the only reason I can deduce. Maybe more wardrobe options for them? For what it's worth, we can put the one of you on our mantelpiece if you'd like. 

Barnum 

Rolls his eyes

No no, if it's too undesirable for the public then it is too undesirable for the house.

Takes his hat off to play around with the rim, needing something to do with his hands while he paces

What do you think of an indoor section of the stalls just for the adults. We could have our own brand of whisky, people would surely enjoy the show even more with a few drinks in them, perhaps they'd part with their wallets a little more too.

Pauses, throwing his hands up dramatically as if having an enlightened moment

Lingerie. With my face on it.

Carlyle 

turns a shade more pink than before

I don't think we want to become known as an establishment that sells unmentionables. I can look into the licensing required for a small bar, though. And I will have you know that there is nothing undesirable about your dolls, it must surely be a costuming issue. Why, I have at least four of your dolls and just one of mine. For planning out show logistics, that is.

Barnum 

Nonsense, my costume is far more interesting than yours.

Waves a hand at him and paces over to the window, leaning on the ledge with his palms and focusing his stare on the people below

We could do with some carnival games too. Con ones, you know, the type people have fun with but never win.

Carlyle 

frowns

You can't just outright rig them, that's dishonest. Games of skill are difficult enough without that sort of thing.

glances down at the crowd

Perhaps putting Charles in that egg costume was a bad idea. I think those children are rolling him around.

Barnum 

He deserves it, he put itching powder in my show trousers last week. He knew comeuppance was coming. Anne doesn't seem thrilled about her salmon costume either. She gave me quite a glare so I told her it was your idea. Have fun with that later.

Carlyle 

That was a salmon costume? I thought it was meant to be symbolic of nature's bounty and the renewal of life?

Barnum 

Granted she did look more like a tuna.

Begins pacing again

We should get more aquatic acts.

Carlyle 

The sea lions are looking a bit lonely, true. Weren't you working out plans for an aquatic ring?

Barnum 

It's on hold while the department of health and safety review my paperwork. I find it hard to believe that fire rings and trapeze artists are fine, but a glorified paddling pool gets people up in arms. How would you feel about wearing a mermaid tail?

Carlyle 

...I might need more swimming lessons first, but if it's required for the show. What would you be wearing?

Barnum 

You would have to be shirtless, for effect of course. I can help you practise your swimming. I was thinking I would wear a version of my usual outfit made of swimsuit material. Though I suppose if Anne does not want her salmon costume...

Carlyle 

The scales are quite wonderfully iridescent, the effect is dazzling.

hears a few shouts down below and looks out to see the boys have succeeded in rolling Charles down a ramp and cracked open the egg costume

Good thing you insisted he wear that fluffy chick outfit underneath. Look at him run!

Barnum 

Wipes a single tear from his eye as he watches

The circle of life is quite something, isn't it? Truly majestic.

Carlyle 

sighs and pulls lamb costume back on

All the same, I'd best do some crowd control before they catch him. There's some extra bags of candy to refill your basket in the cupboard.

trots out the door to intercept the fleeing chicken

Barnum 

Hang on, I'm not letting you out there alone dressed as a lamb. That is just asking for a fight. Wait for me.

Pulls back on his boots and jogs after him

When we get back I need help getting this bunny suit off. Can't run in this thing. 

[FTB]

[askcarlyle]

[A contribution (in conjunction with @askbarnum and @askbennett​ ) to FanFicFeb on @theothersidediscord for Prompts #24 (Whump) and #26 (Sanctuary). Edited from the live version, which concluded on server last month.] 

Barnum

Knocks loudly on Bennett's door for several minutes, when it finally gets opened by the butler. Then argues with him for several minutes

I insist, I am a close personal friend of his. Just let me in, or go and fetch him. I must talk to Mr Bennett immediately.

Bennett

Walks down the stairs into the entrance hall to see what the racket is about, and on seeing Barnum levels a glare before politely requesting his butler goes to check that all his cats are accounted for.

Mr. Barnum.

Stands in the centre of the doorway, continuing to glare.

To what do I owe this exceedingly unwelcome intrusion?

Barnum 

Leans against the doorway with a beaming grin, crossing his arms.

Ahhh, Mr Bennett, at last. I was passing by and I came by to ask a big favour. Can I come in?

Bennett

No. I can hear you just fine here. In fact, I would be able to hear you quite adequately were you to remove yourself from my property and stand beside that tree on the other side of the road.

Barnum

Raises his eyebrows sarcastically

Well that is no way to host a guest. I really do think I would be more comfortable inside. Really, I don't know what Phillip sees in you. I am a little short for time though, are you willing to do me a favour or not?

Bennett

Sighs in exasperation and steps out of the way to allow Barnum in

I would be far more hospitable had you either warned ahead of time of your arrival, or at the very least not attempted to break my door down in your knocking. That obviously depends on the favour.

Carlyle

peeks head out from parlor, Lady Vaudeville wrapped around shoulders like a fur stole and purring

What's the commotion abou... oh. Hi, PT. I thought you were with the girls today.

Barnum

Blinks at Phillip, pausing in the doorway in surprise rather than stepping in

Oh, no I just dropped them off with Charity an hour ago and was on my way to the market to pick up some groceries for tonight, I was planning on cooking for you. Might have to go on the back burner though, something came up.

Turns his gaze back to Bennett

Really, a proper gentleman should always be prepared for company. What would you do should a beautiful young lady turn up swooning at your doorstep? One should always be ready for these things.

Bennett

Rolls his eyes at the insult to his gentlemanly nature

Do you imagine I have a multitude of beautiful ladies regularly turning up at my door and endeavouring to smash it to splinters as you did?

Barnum

Well, you clearly have Phillip turning up at your door. Why are you here anyway, Phil? I thought you were going out with Anne this afternoon.

Carlyle

scritches the cat's chin thoughtfully and shrugs with a slight frown

No, that's on Mondays. 

Bennett

Well, Mr. Barnum? What is it that was so urgent?

Barnum

Chuckles gently

Oh, right.

Steps inside and turns around to reveal a knife sticking out of his shoulder, the coat around it stained a darker red than usual

I was on my way to the market and I am not one hundred percent sure but I think I might have been stabbed, your house was closer than mine so I thought I'd pop by and see if you could do me the favour of lending a bandage.

Carlyle 

blinks for a moment uncomprehendingly then sets down the cat and rushes over

What the actual fu... get in here. On the couch. Now.

gingerly slides an arm around other shoulder and starts half carrying Barnum to the parlor with a look of grim terror

Barnum

Stumbles along with Phillip as he is pulled into the sitting room and pushed down on the couch

Easy, easy. You have that panicked look in your eyes again, Phil. If you keep worrying like that you'll end up with crows feet. I'll be fine. Hey Bennett, you got any whisky?

Carlyle

examines Barnum's shoulder for a moment, frown firmly stamped in place

Right. Stay.

rushes off to rummage in kitchen, then comes brandishing an even larger kitchen knife

To finish the job.

watches Barnum blink and stare

Or possibly for this.

cuts coat and shirt off to avoid disturbing what turns out to a fairly smallish pen knife shallowly embedded in the shoulder

Bennett 

Follows the other two into the room several minutes later with a bottle of whisky and a roll of bandages

Did you not think to go to a hospital, perhaps, rather than, say, my house?

Peers over to examine the small knife in Barnum’s shoulder

Hm. It doesn’t look so bad. As ever, exceedingly dramatic, Mr. Barnum.

Hands the bottle to Barnum, waiting for him to take a sip before quickly pulling the knife out

Barnum 

Turns entirely white at the statement, only letting out a breath and a nervous chuckle as Phillip uses it to cut off his shirt rather than his head

Had I been aware you were in the middle of another tea party I would have gone to the Rochester's house down the street, but here was closer.

Takes a mouthful of the whisky, rolling his eyes

I would have kept walking to the hospital only-

Yelps as he pulls the knife out, going a little pale and turning to glare at Bennett

Uncalled for.

Takes another heavy glug of the alcohol

I would have kept walking to the hospital only-

Is cut off as something heavy bangs against the door, then a stone comes flying through the glass window

...only, they were still following me. Not as young as I used to be, wasn't sure I could keep running.

Bennett

You brought violent individuals to my house?!

Leaves the room before returning promptly with a cane and his hat

How many of them are there?

Carlyle

peeks out other window quickly

Three. Two big ones and one hairy one that looks like a gorilla. Two more knives and a... is that a pitchfork? Christ.

Barnum 

Shrugs his good shoulder, leaning back and kicking his feet onto the coffee table lazily

I may have had a few words. I probably should have resisted name calling. Ah relax, Bennett, we will be perfectly safe in here. We can camp out for a while until they get bored and leave. Do you have any puzzles? I love a good puzzle. I'll make us some snacks.

Stands casually and wanders off shirtlessly to the kitchen, bottle of whisky still in hand

Bennett

Shakes his head

They broke my window. And pose a threat to my dear ladies.

Dons his hat

Mr Carlyle. Bandage your partner up before he bleeds on my carpet. I’m going to take care of our company.

Marches out of the house

Carlyle 

marches off after Barnum, pulling bottle out of his hand and taking a very long pull before splashing some on the wound

This may sting.

pauses, considers, then dumps the last finger of whiskey over Barnum's head

That's just because I felt like it.

pushes his wayward partner down onto a kitchen stool and deftly dresses the wound, bleeding already nearly ceased

Barnum

Frowns and rolls his eyes, sitting still obediently as the other man bandages him up though bounces his feet impatiently

Could we do this in a few minutes, I do believe Mr Bennett just stormed outside to face a group of thugs brandishing knives with nothing but a cane in tow. He is wearing a monocle, I suspect they may kill him and we should really do something about that. Oww that stings. Is it done yet? How many knots do you need? Okay done now?

Stands up and kisses Phillip sloppily on the forehead.

Thank you, I love you. Okay let's go!

Smashes the empty bottle against the counter and rushes out the door brandishing the razor sharp bottle neck

Bennett

Stands surrounded by the (probably just) unconscious thugs wiping blood from his cane and watching Barnum run out with the smashed bottle

Please be careful with that. You’ve already got yourself stabbed once. I don’t have enough bandages to cope with you impaling yourself on a bottle too.

Examines a slash in his hat forlornly

How are you at sewing? I am rather fond of this hat and it seems to have been stabbed once or twice.

Carlyle 

walks out at a leisurely pace, nursing a new bottle of whiskey and tossing Bennett a clean wet towel

There's a spot on your lapel. Get it before the stain sets.

Barnum 

Glances around in disbelief for a few moments, letting the broken bottle drop to the floor. Then stares back and forth between the two men as if demanding some kind of explanation

What did-? Is this some kind of elaborate joke? How did you-?

Bennett

Cleans off his lapel calmly and then uses the towel to wipe his cane properly

A man must defend his home, Mr Barnum. Now, how about we go back inside and enjoy that whisky Mr Carlyle seems to have acquired together.

Walks back towards the house with a notable spring in his step

Well now! I certainly have missed the thrill of a good tussle. 

Carlyle

drapes a dressing gown over Barnum and steers him back inside

I've taken the liberty of sending your man off to inform the authorities, Gordon. They should be here shortly.

slings arm around Barnum as they walk, offering him bottle

Did I ever mention that Mr. Bennett and I met at a bar fight?

Barnum 

Scowls as he has a dressing gown draped over him, only tugging it shut to keep out the cold, then tugging Phillip's arm from off his shoulder

I can protect my home perfectly fine, thank you, Bennett.

Takes the bottle to swig from a little crankily

You were in a bar fight? Hard to imagine that, I've seen you try to engage in fisticuffs before, Phil. Not the most impressive show.

Bennett 

Throws Barnum an unimpressed glare from the doorway

As has been demonstrated, Barnum. I look forward to what you choose to house yourself in after the tent. An air balloon, perhaps.

Disappears inside, calling out of the broken window as he passes

Admittedly, Phillip was not exactly sending his adversaries sprawling. Or staring them down all too effectively. But I’m sure the intent was there...somewhere.

Carlyle

For what it's worth, we have already ascertained that a hot air balloon is not suitable even as an overnight accommodation, let alone for longer.

sits back down in parlor and takes a sip of his now cold tea, wincing

Hmm. New pot please. And I was handling myself perfectly fine until that bald fellow with the collar showed up. Wasn't quite sober enough to aim for for his face, perhaps. Luckily, Gordon managed to get him from behind and before I knew it, he was issuing attack strategy interspersed with rather harsh commentary on my latest drama. 

Barnum

Takes a seat next to Phillip, still scowling

A balloon wouldn't be necessary anyway, we will never loose the tent. I won't let that happen, not for as long as I live. I am perfectly capable of protecting my home and my family, I'll never let that happen again. Never. I can protect them just fine.

Takes a long mouthful of the whisky, pausing for a heavy breath before taking another one

The tent is perfectly safe and I'll always be there to protect it from now on. I can and will protect them. I'll always be there. The tent will be fine.

Hands the bottle to Phillip to stop himself gulping down anymore

How long ago was this? Where on earth did you learn to fight in such a brutal manner? I spent most of my youth getting into brawls on dirty street corners and I am less of a thug than you just demonstrated.

Bennett

Observes Barnum’s earnest vows with a small smile

I do not doubt it, Barnum. As for that...

Nods our the window to the thugs left out cold on the street

As you take great pains to draw to my attention on every available occasion, I’m not the most amenable of fellows. It proved not unwise to acquire some training in the art of bartitsu. I learnt in London, but it has been far more useful here. You’d be amazed the number of playwrights who turn to the fist or reach for a knife following receipt of an unsatisfactory review.

Carlyle 

thoughtful look

Nobody told me that was an option.

Barnum 

Calms a little at the reassurance, leaning back in his chair to get more comfortable.

Snorts at Phillip's statement

Turning the fist to Bennett? Even I have considered that as an option a few times.

Bennett

It wasn’t an option for you, I’m afraid.

Shrugs nonchalantly

I stand by what I write. A violent reaction merely implies a lack of intellect. It is those who engage in a debate with me who ultimately prove the most successful. Well, aside from you it seems, who simply accosts me with fraudulent or insulting letters. 

Barnum 

Cracks a grin

Hey I stand by that offer. I think you would make a very good judge for the baby competition. It would be hilarious to hear your critiques in that context. [ftb]

[askcarlyle]

[A contribution (in conjunction with @askbarnum) to FanFicFeb on @theothersidediscord for Prompts #6-8 & 27, “Are you sure?”, “Crossover/AU”, “Ice” and “Hunger”. Edited from the live version, which is continuing on server in a following installment.]

Barnum 

I’m telling you, it’s a shortcut. We will get to the Gala faster this way, it’s just a little bumpier that’s all. I let you drive, at least let me give the directions. No point us being late just because the light is getting low.

Nearly falls out of his seat in the small Spider phaeton as the horses pull them over a log as they precariously travel through the forest, now miles off the road. Grabs his hat to keep it on his head and steadies himself back to his seat with the other hand.

As long as we keep heading North we’ll come out on the other side of the forest right onto the back road leading out to the Chadwicks’ estate. Shouldn’t take more than a couple hours rather than the initial six. Watch out for that boulder over there. What’s with that look? Hey! Eyes on the road….lack of road.

Carlyle 

directs focus back forwards but continues frowning in disbelief

Are you sure? I think we've passed that pond before. There isn't even a path here, PT. The wheels aren't meant for this.

as if on cue, the carriage bounces violently over another indentation in the forest floor. A dark shape runs across their path, causing the horses to rear back and in turn sending the vehicle veering sideways

Aaaccckk....!

Barnum 

Gets knocked violently to one side, crashing into Phillip and throwing his arms protectively around him by instinct as the carriage crashes into the ground, two wheels cracking and skidding across the ground like skimmed stones on a lake, one disappearing into the undergrowth and the other breaking against a large tree trunk.

After the movement stops, takes a breath he didn't realise he was holding and carefully releases the other man from his grip, looking him up and down for injury

Are you okay? Are you hurt? Can you move?

Starts carefully pulling himself up, then becoming distracted when a distressed sound cries from the horses. Looking over just in time to see the two spooked white mares break free of their harnesses and gallop off into the woods. He scrambles up and out of the carriage as fast as he can and chases one for a few feet before realising it's hopeless. Watching them vanish with a breathless distressed stare.

Carlyle 

rubs forehead and clambers out of carriage gingerly, surveying the splintered remains in dismay

We just purchased this 2 weeks ago.

turns to see Barnum traipsing back through a stand of ferns after unsuccessfully chasing a horse

...and those would have been our alternate mode of transport out of here.

unhooks the one unscathed lantern from the side of the carriage and holds it up to get bearings

I don't suppose we know where "here" is, do we?

Barnum 

I'll buy you a new one, calm down.

Lets out a deep breath and wanders slowly back over to Phillip

We keep going North. We'll make it eventually by foot. You got comfortable shoes on?

Rummages in his pocket for his compass. Then rummages in the other pocket. then, looking distressed, takes his jacket off and shakes it to make sure the compass hasn't fallen into the lining

Must have fallen out while I was chasing them...

Wanders back in the dim light, squinting at the ground to try to find the compass. Deciding quickly that in the thick undergrowth it was a near impossible find.

Alright let's just....go that way.

Points in the direction one of the horses escaped

Carlyle

squints in the direction of broken branches and trampled ferns, holding up lantern. looks upward to gauge by the stars but finds the trees cover too much of the sky

I suppose that's roughly the direction we were headed?

hands the lantern to Barnum and reaches into carriage to pull out a thick blanket before motioning for them to continue onwards

Barnum

Takes the lantern gratefully and leads them onwards. Trying to keep to as straight a line as possible

They walk for hours, the light filtering through the trees fading to nothing and leaving their path lit by nothing but lamplight. He only slows to a stop when the oil in the lamp begins to run low. Feet aching and stomach growling from hunger, he rests the lamp down on an old tree stump and turns to Phillip, barely making out the shape of the other man in the darkness.

I'm not going to lie to you, I think we're lost. Don't think we are going to have much luck finding just about anything without any light either. Have you ever read that book, Robinson Crusoe? I read it to the girls once. I think we need to find shelter and wait it out until morning.

Carlyle

huddles next to Barnum, throwing half of the blanket over his shoulders

It's getting cold. If we stop moving it'll be worse. Didn't we pass some boulders a bit back? Maybe we could make some sort of structure using those as a wall?

starts testing some of the smaller saplings, looking for one that might be suitable to serve as a frame

Back in school, we had botany expeditions every term. We would go into forested areas like this and our instructor, Mr. Bartholomew, would also teach us a bit about survival craft.

pauses, looking off in the distance with a faint smile

He was a very knowledgeable and capable man. We'd call him Bear in the privacy of our dorms. Both because of his prowess in the woods and because he just seemed...

coughs and snaps off a sapling at the base

This should do!

Barnum 

Cups his hands in front of his mouth, blowing on them to warm them from the icy air. Giving Phil a appreciative glance for the half blanket

You've been camping before? That's useful. You know how to make a fire? I've made ones with old scraps of paper and trash before but never out in the wilderness like this. Not sure what kinds of wood burns best, or how you locate dry wood. It's only recently been raining.

Starts back in the direction of the boulders the recently passed, squinting in the dim light.

Some kind of shelter, then a fire.

Puts a hand against his stomach as they walk, feeling it grumble

Then food. Figure that out when we come to it. So...

Grins and nudges Phillip with his elbow

You want to tell me more about your school boy crush there?

Carlyle 

shrugs and sets the sapling against the boulder as they reach it, mounding soil and rocks around the base to anchor it

It wasn't a crush. We just appreciated how rugged and competent...

grabs several large fern fronds and works them around the wood to provide some shelter from the rain

...and inspiring and a robust and... Hey, maybe you can look for rocks for a fire pit?

Barnum

Inspiring and robust, huh?

Chuckles to himself as he places the lantern down again, reluctantly removing himself from the warmth of the blanket before wandering around the dimly lit area in search of rocks and stones.

I can't believe we are going to miss the Gala. First time we've been invited to anything in the upper class community since...at least since Jenny, I'm pretty sure.

Finishes making a rough circular mound of rocks, then moves on to finding wood, straying out a little beyond the light as he fishes his pen knife from his jacket pocket. Using it to saw off small branches of a nearby sheltered tree.

You know, this gives me an excellent idea for an act. Picture this; I tie eight of Deng Yan's sharpest knives to my fists, then two of the stage performers throw chairs and tables at me from around the ring and I cut them to pieces before they have the chance to hit me. The audience would love it, the sheer danger involved. Especially with their beloved ringmaster.

Dumps an armful of twigs and branches into the centre of the rock mound, wandering out to collect more but getting distracted by a bush covered in little red berries. Pausing to pluck a few and push them in his mouth, grimacing at the taste

Ugh, bitter.

Carlyle

finishes with the shelter and walks over to inspect firepit, just happening to glance over and see Barnum with the berries

PT, SPIT THOSE OUT NOW!

rushes over to brush them out of Barnum's hand with a look of horror

Don't you know those are poisonous?! You don't need knives to experience sheer danger out here. You can't just go around putting things in your mouth indiscriminately like that.

shakes head and stalks back to the shelter

There will be other galas, I'm sure. If we make it out of here alive.

plucks some dried leaves from a crevice in the boulder and carefully lights one from the lamp, then using it to start a small pile of wood shavings smoldering

Galas are rarely worth the fuss. I can count the number of decent ones I've been to on one hand. Admittedly, the Duke of Albany did throw a particularly memorable party...

Barnum 

Grumbles and spits the chewed up berries into his hand, dumping them in the bushes.

Thought they were just unripe blackcurrants. Relax, I only had a couple, I have a stomach of steel anyway.

Moves over to warm his hands over the gently smouldering firewood, watching in delight as it grows. Then sits down close to it, admiring the rather impressive little shelter

You made all that with twigs and rocks? Not bad. It looks almost waterproof. Wouldn't want to test that though.

Squints at the tree tops, looking for gaps in which he can see the sky. Silently praying for a dry night

Sorry. Admittedly I did get us into this mess. You were right, just this once. We should have stayed on the road.

Tugs the blanket back over his shoulders and holds one edge open to entice Phillip over

Duke, right? Another school friend of yours? You certainly were social. 

Carlyle 

tends to campfire for a bit longer, adding larger twigs to the steadily flickering pile as they dry out

The Duke of Albany. Very charming with an unexpected scholarly side that made for excellent conversation. Always ready with a comeback at the tip of his tongue.

gives the fire one last branch and scoots under blanket with Barnum, giving him a small nudge

Reminds me of you, actually. You rather look similar as well, now that I think of it. Any relation?

Barnum 

Barks out a chuckle at the suggestion

Albany, huh? I have to say I don't think I have any family roots in England. At least not for a few generations back. I do have an uncle from Australia, I think he might have married an English woman but I don't know the details on that one. Haven't seen him since he visited when I was a boy, strange man. Removed his shirt a lot and spoke non stop about horses and cattle. I should think your Duke situation is merely a coincidence.

Throws an arm around Phillips shoulder to pull him closer for warmth

Charming, hm? Well at least you resisted the urge to run off to England. You'd have been bored with a Duke. You'll never find someone else as creative and exciting as me.

Carlyle 

ducks head to hide a grin as Barnum's comment spurs a memory

You're the absolute opposite of boring, true, but he was actually quite creative in his own right. An inventor of odd devices, even. Sound familiar?

grabs another stick and draws a rough diagram in the dirt with several levers, a grandfather clock and a pair of tongs placed next to a fireplace

In the early hours at this particular party, he became so enamored of the idea of creating a machine for automatically browning slices of bread that he built it right in front of us. It worked perfectly, too, though it was rather unwieldy.

sets down stick and huddles back under Barnum's arm

Hmm. Toast sounds really good right about now.

Barnum 

Watches the diagram in amusement

That's actually rather good. I hope he made plans to develop that into something one could use in the day to day home.

Puts a hand on his stomach as it rumbles again

It does. Hot and buttery. With thick helpings of jam.

Leans his head against Phillip's head

Tell me, are you bothered by the sight of blood?

Carlyle 

turns sharply to eye Barnum with equal parts dread and concern

That's not ever a question one likes to hear. Did you accidentally stab yourself with that knife again?

Barnum 

Cocks an eyebrow at him disapprovingly

I told you before, that wasn't an accident it was a failed experiment. There is a difference, I knew the risks. No, It is just that desperate times call for desperate measures and I don't feel like spending the night hungry. I am going to get us some food, just a warning that it is not going to be the five star meal you're used to at home.

Carlyle 

grimaces as the point is understood

Ah. Erm...

stomach grumbles loudly

I suppose we can pretend it's chicken, right?

Barnum 

Gives him a reassuring pat on the shoulder as he stands up, wrapping the entirety of the blanket around his partner

Sure, whatever makes you comfortable.

Pulls his pen knife out of his jacket and loosens the buttons on his shirt, taking the fading lantern and stalking off into the trees.

If I am not back within the hour, I insist that my funeral be the biggest event of the year and am trusting you to see that nothing can top it.

Carlyle 

watches Barnum make his way further into the woods with growing doubt

Maybe we could roast some tree roots or something...?

Barnum 

Returns a good half an hour later, casually strolling back and putting the now extinguished lantern on a rock before moving over to Phillip, a rather large dead rat hanging by it's tail from one hand and his top hat under the other arm, he kneels down and unpacks a nest full of eggs from it.

You don't grow up how I did and not learn a few things. Think you can find a flat piece of slate or something we can use for cooking? You can do the eggs and I'll do this guy.

Holds up the rat almost proudly

It's not a lot but I don't know just how much walking we are going to need to do tomorrow, so keeping our energy up seems like a good idea.

Carlyle 

hides queasy look with great effort

It's a most admirable specimen. I've never seen such plump vermin before.

hurries off to fetch a suitable rock from the pile at the foot of the boulder and makes sure to avert eyes as he starts preparing the eggs

Impressive foraging skills, indeed. I'm not going to ask how you chased that thing down in the dark like that. Perhaps that's the real reason Ellie's so good at catching them back home.

Barnum 

Put the rock into the fire, just at the edge there. Wait for it to get too hot to touch, then you can start cooking.

Turns his back on Phillip to hide the gore in his own preparing, casually taking the skin from the beast and removing the bones with his small knife

Lot harder to catch than city rats. Not much chasing involved though, it's more sitting and waiting. Knowing where to find things.

Picks up a sharp stick to impale his work onto, gesturing for Phillip to look away as he moves it over the fire

Would have been easier in the light. Less intimidating too, I saw a boulder that looked remarkably like a bear and it frightened the living daylights out of me. The mind likes to play tricks in the dark.

Sighs as he sits back, shuffling tiredly while not taking his eyes off of the rat

I hope someone remembered to feed Ellie. She will be missing us, she howls when I leave her for too long. She is still only a pup.

Carlyle 

a couple hours later, with the remains of dinner cleared away, settles back under the shelter

You know, it actually was rather like chicken. To think, I was about to suggest digging up worms.

Barnum 

I've eaten those and trust me, you don't want to go there if you can help it. Glad you were satisfied though.

Half crawls around the fire to slump next to Phillip in the shelter, tugging part of the blanket over his lap as he sits facing the entrance with an exhausted look

You should get some rest, it's been a long day. I'll keep watch.

Carlyle 

shakes head vehemently

Don't be ridiculous. You're just as exhausted, if not more so. C'mere.

tugs Barnum over until his upper half is lying on lap, wrapping blanket closer around him

Dawn's not so long from now. The fire will last until then.

starts humming a low soft melody and stroking Barnum's hair sleepily

Barnum 

Hums tiredly, murmuring a half-hearted argument but giving up once feeling the comforting warmth of the other

Mmm. Could be bears though, or wolves. We might get disemboweled in our sleep. Not to mention that rat's friends might come back for revenge and eat our eyes out. Rat bites are not something you want, they get infected and you spend three weeks with a fever as well as a sore foot.

Rubs his eye with his palm, then lays into Phillip and closes them

Guess I'm a light sleeper anyway.

Sighs and subconsciously plays with the hem of Phillip's jacket under the blanket

S'cold out. Gonna be icy in the morning. Stay close, don't need you getting hypothermia.

Carlyle 

pats the lightly snoring lump on his lap with a contented mumble

Can't freeze. S'impossible when I've got my very own star right here.

yawns and snuggles in close, eyes drifting shut within seconds

Act I fade to black