[LN] Send in the clowns

[juniordreddy]

This was a nightmare. Except it wasn't a nightmare. Tino had pinched himself no less than eight times and still hadn't woken up. Eight times!

The last thing he remembered, he was hanging out with his friends, sitting on the small wall at the beach. Then he'd lost consciousness and woken up in a strange, dark scary warehouse. One that seemed to be full of carnival equipment. Here and there an ominous sight peeped out from the shadows, illuminated by beams of light through the holes in the warehouse roof. A carousel horse with faded paint here, a rusted sign with a teddy bear face on it there.

"Okay, I'm ready to wake up now!" he called out. "Totally ready to wake up. Ready to commit to that waking up thing like a champ and give it one hundred and ten percent."

He wasn't waking up.

"Waking up in three, two, one...go!" Nope. "Annnd...go!"

That wasn't working. Why wasn't it working?!

Tino turned around to find a clown statue staring at him and let out a high-pitched screech of terror and ran away from it, nearly tripping over his own feet as he did it, until he was a good distance away.

"Where's the way out? Come on come on come on..."

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[didnotdoitforthevines]

Korra took a seat nearby - out of the way, but within a moment's crawling distance if needed. "It's different, but it should get the job done," she pipes up. If Tino looks over, he'll see the same encouraging smile Korra's had during some of the more low-key moments of the adventure.

[the_civilian]

"I invented and programmed a very fancy healthcare companion robot," Tadashi reassured the kid with a smile. Asking snarky questions was a positive development in the panic situation after all. "I did a lot of research. Lower your hands and then raise them again."

[juniordreddy]

If asking snarky questions was a positive development, he continued on with that positivity as he lifted and lowered his arms. "It's just that I didn't realize jazzercise was a cure for panic attacks. Should I be doing jazz hands, too? Will that make it work better?" He briefly did jazz hands and if it were possible for a hand gesture to be sarcastic it totally was. This was the face of skepticism. He looked over at Korra and nodded at Tadashi. "This was the best you could do? The Richard Simmons of healthcare professionals?"

[didnotdoitforthevines]

Korra just smirks at Tino. "Well, you clearly feel better enough to smart off about it, so it seems like it's working," she says with a chuckle.

[the_civilian]

"If you feel the jazz hands are helpful, you can keep doing them," Tadashi answered with the same reassuring smile that he'd been wearing since he'd shown up. The kid was going to have to try harder than that if he wanted to get a reaction, having a little brother like Hiro made Tadashi all but immune to sarcasm from the pre-teen set.

"Keep blowing out those candles, and raise and lower your arms a couple more times," he said. Then, when the kid had finished following those instructions: "How are you feeling?"

[juniordreddy]

Korra was right. It was working. In fact, he'd gotten so distracted that he sort of forgot to be scared. His breathing was finally slowing down to normal and the twisty feelings in his chest were gone. He lowered his arms one last time. "Huh, that actually worked. I rescind all former sarcasm," he said generously. He paused. "Wait a second, you did the parent thing. That thing my mom does, where she gets me talking about something so I don't pay attention to how terrified I should be of whatever food she's just put down in front of me. You're way too young to know how to do the parent tricks. That's freakish." He narrowed his eyes at Tadashi. (He's onto you now, Tadashi. He knows that you know parent tricks.) Now that he was calm, though, maybe it was time to actually get answers. His one lone flip flop was still on his foot and he slipped it off so he could sit more comfortably, grabbing the bear and holding onto it. "Now if you'll excuse me, I just need a moment of fuzz therapy and then I want answers." He rubbed his face against the bear, breathing in and out slowly just a few more times, finally settling into something resembling actual calm. It helped that the bear reminded him of home. Lor had a bear just like it that he coveted so, so much that when Lor had been freaking out over her knee surgery and written a will that she'd willed it to him. "Okay. Okay. Calm now. I'm calm. Calm enough to ask questions." Totally calm. So calm he was calm enough to freak out now. He threw his arms in the air. "I'm at the North Pole, what the heck?!" He paused briefly. "Please note: that technically counts as a question." He wasn't panicking, at least. The panicking was over. Now was time for heavy duty incredulity and bewilderment. And questions. So many questions.