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lostcarnival2016-10-20 10:15 pm
fortuneglass) wrote in lostcarnival2016-10-20 10:15 pm
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IT'S -FASHION-, BABY!
Who: Carly, and YOU
When: The day of the Ringmaster's Request/the next two days after (Note your preference!)
Where: Carly's Trailer, & the Tailor's workroom
What: FITTING TIME! And Costume Practice! Oh boy. (maybe some dreamcatcher work here and there too)
[For the SHOW! | Carly's Trailer]
[Something that Medli might have caught sight of on her first evening in the Carnival, before it eventually became covered in various piles of clothes, Carly's sewing dummy shows just a little bit of wear once it's cleared from the stash. It's pulled out relatively often now that she's a tailor, but the times she gets to really make use of it are slim even now.
Mostly because people are So. So much better.]
Alright! [It could be anyone that she's talking to. Her roommate. Her roommate's friends. Her own friends. Some combination of the three. Anyone!
But now that she's invited you in, it's time for just one thing.] So what kind of thing did you have in mind to try!
[It's on the Clock | Tailor's Work Room]
[As comfortable as she is with working in her trailer, Carly's workplace at the end of the day...is not her trailer. Instead it's back in the work room for the carnival's wardrobe crew, with rows and rows of costumes and fabrics and various supplies necessary to get from point A to point EYY. For the moment, she's working in silence; she's relatively alone when she works at things in this little corner, and it means things get done. Maybe she's working on your costume?
Or maybe you have a request...]
[...Sometimes | WILDCARD]
[...Or maybe, just maybe, she's not working at all. Whether in her trailer, in the work room, or even the dining hall, Carly seems to frantically be trying to weave string around a hoop while adding a few of her down feathers (shiny and glowing) to the mix.] Mmmnh...hmnnnn, that doesn't look right at all....
[The announcement to make dreamcatchers wasn't long ago at all though, was it?
What could possibly have her working at these so frantically?!]
When: The day of the Ringmaster's Request/the next two days after (Note your preference!)
Where: Carly's Trailer, & the Tailor's workroom
What: FITTING TIME! And Costume Practice! Oh boy. (maybe some dreamcatcher work here and there too)
[For the SHOW! | Carly's Trailer]
[Something that Medli might have caught sight of on her first evening in the Carnival, before it eventually became covered in various piles of clothes, Carly's sewing dummy shows just a little bit of wear once it's cleared from the stash. It's pulled out relatively often now that she's a tailor, but the times she gets to really make use of it are slim even now.
Mostly because people are So. So much better.]
Alright! [It could be anyone that she's talking to. Her roommate. Her roommate's friends. Her own friends. Some combination of the three. Anyone!
But now that she's invited you in, it's time for just one thing.] So what kind of thing did you have in mind to try!
[It's on the Clock | Tailor's Work Room]
[As comfortable as she is with working in her trailer, Carly's workplace at the end of the day...is not her trailer. Instead it's back in the work room for the carnival's wardrobe crew, with rows and rows of costumes and fabrics and various supplies necessary to get from point A to point EYY. For the moment, she's working in silence; she's relatively alone when she works at things in this little corner, and it means things get done. Maybe she's working on your costume?
Or maybe you have a request...]
[...Sometimes | WILDCARD]
[...Or maybe, just maybe, she's not working at all. Whether in her trailer, in the work room, or even the dining hall, Carly seems to frantically be trying to weave string around a hoop while adding a few of her down feathers (shiny and glowing) to the mix.] Mmmnh...hmnnnn, that doesn't look right at all....
[The announcement to make dreamcatchers wasn't long ago at all though, was it?
What could possibly have her working at these so frantically?!]
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....whoever it is will have a lot of magical things.... [She's a little jealous...]
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[What did he think she wanted, anyway...]
You'd better get cracking on those arts and crafts, then!
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Like windchimes that move on their own~! [Or something entirely different and slightly questionable.]
I only have a little time though, since we have to choose where the Carnival goes next...and that means I have to leave to find a good spot to open the gates there..!
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[Unless you lived somewhere where there was no wind, thus depriving you of the opportunity to annoy your neighbors. PERISH THE THOUGHT.]
And I still have to perfect my act! I've been thinking about adding a new instrument to my repertoire.
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[At least, she thinks so.] Oh right! You guys will be starting soon... [wait.]
.....................Ohhhhhhhhhhhh... ...that means I might miss it then...
W-Well! [She bounces back quick at least!] You can at least tell me what you're going to be doing! What instrument were you going to add? It sounds fun!
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[Wait for it]
...I don't have any lips!
[Ba dum tish]
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[AH-] The lips though...
W-Well...
EVEN IF YOU DON'T HAVE LIPS, YOU SHOULD AT LEAST TRY, RIGHT?! [IT'S TRUE....LIPS ARE PRETTY KEY TO PLAY THE HARMONICA.
But Brook is such a passionate pile of bones, there's no way he can't make it work!
HE CAN MAKE HIMSELF BLEED, AFTER ALL...]
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[He brandished his little pocket harmonica, twirled it about in his bony fingers, then put it up to his skull and blew enthusiastically. ]
Fweeet. Fwoot.
[This wasn't going well.]
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...AH!
Wh...What if we made something that worked like lips for you?!
[This already seems like a rather horrid idea.]
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[You could practically hear the gears turning in Brook's skull. All he really needed was some sort of flexible apparatus that would lend itself to shaping a simple -- ]
Rubber lips!
[no.....]
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[SHE ALMOST AGREED...] ...Don't have rubber...
BUT WE COULD USE CLOTH!
[When an idiot meets an idiot...]
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[Excitement, pure excitement.]
Then please do!
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It wouldn't be worth it if we didn't do at least that!