lostcarnival | Day 106: Not So Lucky (?)

Who: Marinette and YOU
What: Being miserable and meeting people.
Where: The Carnival
When: Day 106

1. She's not a happy camper, at first. As she roams around the carnival taking in the sights and sounds without a bunch of other guests around. She was employed now, no, indebted, and all because of her own ridiculous clumsiness. She's clearly feeling down as she finds away around. The only thing really distracting her from her gloomy thoughts the other workers who she at least tries to introduce herself too. Strangely though, they all seem a little weird or at least, not entirely human.

"Are most of the people who work here fae, like the Ringmaster?"

2. Later after a bit of a pep talk she's found her way to the food hall. Her stomach is grumbling. She's clearly hungry, but she just doesn't feel up to eating right now. Still, she knows she should eat something. She walks around grabbing this or that thing to eat, and being sure to snatch a lot of cookies. Cookies were part of her, uh, special diet. Or something. Anyway, she has to try and make the best of it here! Otherwise it was surely going to be a very long year. But, well, how exactly was she going to do that? Maybe just this first day it would be fine to sit by herself and just quietly eat something. Though instead of eating she just ends up moving her fork around on her plate a lot.

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"Trailer 30..." she said softly to herself as she walked down row after row of trailer in search of her new home. They seemed to go in order, so if she just kept walking towards the bigger numbers then... Yes, she found it. She walks up to the door, nerves growing as she came closer and closer until she was standing right in front of it. Her hand gripped the doorknob, she closed her eyes and prayed that there wouldn't be anything horrendous inside, and then she opened the door.

"He-hello?"

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About five to ten feet away from where Marinette is now sitting- "HEHHHHHH? There's no more cookies at all...!?"

This....This is a disaster...

And Carly, frankly, looks a bit like one. It's been an interesting few days, settling into a new trailer set up and such, and rather than her usual get up she's honestly just opted to come and get dinner in her pj pants and souvenir t-shirt. It's a Lazy Day today, dammit.

She doesn't sit at Marinette's table, but she doesn't sit too far away, half collapsing beside her tray with a sigh. "Hawwwww...they were supposed to make the double chocolate ones too..." Why This...

Marinette watches the display with a guilty conscious. She looks to her bag, and then to some of the cookies on her plate. Well, she didn't need all of them... And maybe there were others she could get from the kitchen. The flavor didn't really matter much with what she needed them for. She hesitates for a moment in addressing the strange looking girl. Despite how most of the people here seemed very unique and had all been the picture of polite so far there was still a part of her that was wary when someone looked less than human. She shoves those thoughts away, before smiling and taking one of the double chocolate chips from her tray.

"Excuse me, but I think I may have taken too many cookies. Would you help me out? I really don't want to end up wasting any of them."

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Well, at least Marinette is...honest? Maybe? Carly doesn't look accusing so much as phenomenally relieved when the cookies are offered at least, not to mention- "Y...You'd do that?" Surprised, actually.

So no hard feelings? "Ahhhhh thank you so much..~! ...Ah, how many though..." Is it a one or two deal, or did you take a lot of cookies Marinette, because that's suddenly occurred to her as being an option (and not because she wants the cookies, she swears. She's just wondering what state they'll be in).

She picks up her tray and moving to set beside the distraught girl (bird? bird-girl?). On her plate is a small normal meal already half eaten and about 12 cookies at least 3 of which are double chocolate chip.

"Take as many as you want! I think this time my appetite was bigger than my stomach."

aaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAA- Well then.

"I-In that case, if it's fine by you..." Those Three Are Hers Now. Carly takes the three cookies with a wide smile, and bows her head in relief. "Thank you so much... ...handling wardrobe without a snack is horrible, especially right now..!"

She perks up at the comment, her gloomy mood still clearly tinging her expression, but now at least she has something to distract her.

"Oh, are you in wardrobe too? That woman, the ringmaster, she told me I'd be helping design the costumes."

Right after she told her she'd be stuck here for an entire year and that there was nothing she could do about it. She frowns at the memory.

"I haven't meet any of my coworkers yet."

"Ah! Yes~" Actually...

"Wardrobe manager, at your service~" Wait, shouldn't this be the other way around? Well, she doesn't think about that for the moment, instead beaming. "It's really good to have someone on the Designing team though...es...especially since until now that was basically...

"Me..."

...She's still probably at least 50% of Design Team, honestly.

She looks shocked. "You're the manager?"

She looks Carly over once again. She shouldn't judge, but the clothes Carly's wearing at this exact moment don't really do Carly's fashion sense any justice. She realizes acting so surprised is probably pretty rude only a second later, though, and smiles.

"Uh, nice to meet you!" She offers her hand for a shake. "You were designing clothes for this whole place by yourself?"

"Aaah...Yes~ Recently promoted!" she cheers, before coughing. "Th-though, if you could keep it really quiet, that would be nice actually...I wanted to surprise the others..." Good Job keeping it quiet.

At the least, it being recent gives a good excuse for Marinette's alarm. "Ehh...it's more the costumes, than the clothes...designing everyone's clothing on top of that would be horrible..!! That only happens if we can't acquire clothing from the location we're in!"

She wanted to keep it a surprise? It's kind of a cute sentiment, and so it has her smiling, and she laughs a bit though she stifles it. This woman, Carly, seemed pretty interesting.

"Oh right. Costumes. But there must be a lot you already have on hand, right?"

"Costumes, accessories...we have most of them for as long as they last, but..." Well, she coughs. "The problem is that since everyone tends to experience some sort of change after a while, we have to remake some of the old ones at times too..."

"Not to mention," she adds, beaming, "We see a lot of different types of people! You have to know what kind of thing they'll want to come see, or what'll be acceptable before you can decide if a costume can be re-used for it..."

"Oh. I never thought of that." It made sense though, people from different places would have different expectations for what performance costumes should look like. Thinking of it that way, this might actually be a good opportunity. She would be able to see so many different styles and new things. She might even be able to come up with her own unique fashion line based on her experiences.

"I guess you must end up doing quite a few alterations after a while."

"Hnnn, more than 'a few', that's for sure... I've been teaching a lot of assistants how to sew whenever we have them, since it's where we need the most help..." It's definitely a good opportunity for Mari though-the fashions and costumes really vary.

"It would be a little nice to have someone with more experience than that though..."

"Well. I'm not sure how I'd compare to the rest of the group, but I'll do my best." She has made more than a few outfits before, among some other things. Still, just because Carly has had to teach people doesn't mean they won't have any skills of their own. There might even be one or two experts if they've been making costumes long enough.

"Just tell me what you need. I'm your girl!"

"Well! We'll find out~ I've had a few people who had never used a sewing machine before, so we can only go up from there!"

She pauses, suddenly looking to Mari rather worriedly.

"....Right?"

She looks to Carly confused, not really sure what she's being asked.

"Uh... Yes? I know how to use a sewing machine. Is that what you mean?"

"More or less!" It's fine.

"That already puts you ahead!"

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