Annabelle Blishwick (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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lostcarnival2017-02-13 10:41 pm
forkedroad) wrote in lostcarnival2017-02-13 10:41 pm
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Who: Annabelle and YOU!
What: WHAT IS TECHNOLOGY??
When: D55 dusk
Where: The backyard
Annabelle has been trudging around the backyard after an...interesting introduction to her eccentric roommate, which she has deemed as an overall satisfactory interaction. But there are other things to experience! And while she's walking around, kind of staring at the trailers with vague unease, because they are incredibly strange, the walky-talky thing she has tucked into her belt suddenly goes off.
She jumps, and drops it. It falls into the dirt, and she hears some chatter. She furrows her eyebrows, immediately lunging for it, and she tilts her head. Then, when she hears more voice, she tilts the device itself. She gives it a shake, looking increasingly puzzled. And agitated, actually.
So hey, if you're out and about in your neighborhood, you might find a tall, awkward girl you don't recognize standing in someone's garden, perhaps, shaking the communication device like it's a margarita-to-be. And she's caught sight of you, because she calls out, demanding and confused with the thing in her clutches, "What is this?"
What: WHAT IS TECHNOLOGY??
When: D55 dusk
Where: The backyard
Annabelle has been trudging around the backyard after an...interesting introduction to her eccentric roommate, which she has deemed as an overall satisfactory interaction. But there are other things to experience! And while she's walking around, kind of staring at the trailers with vague unease, because they are incredibly strange, the walky-talky thing she has tucked into her belt suddenly goes off.
She jumps, and drops it. It falls into the dirt, and she hears some chatter. She furrows her eyebrows, immediately lunging for it, and she tilts her head. Then, when she hears more voice, she tilts the device itself. She gives it a shake, looking increasingly puzzled. And agitated, actually.
So hey, if you're out and about in your neighborhood, you might find a tall, awkward girl you don't recognize standing in someone's garden, perhaps, shaking the communication device like it's a margarita-to-be. And she's caught sight of you, because she calls out, demanding and confused with the thing in her clutches, "What is this?"
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[Annabelle supposes that makes sense; better the idle chatter than important announcements. She finds that very handy as a concept.
With Carly's question, she lifts her head, smiling.]
Ah—apparently, I'm a tailor. I'm not so certain of the where, but—has that its own "channel"?
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[It is now that she realizes what Annabelle has said, and as Carly trails off, she looks as if she's just won the lottery and is still trying to process.] ....You mean I'm not working alone any more..???
SORRY FOR MY CHRONIC LATENESS
I suppose?
[After all, it's not like... Annabelle would have known Carly was alone in the first place!]
I can't promise anything amazing, but I'll be eager to learn whatever you teach me.
S'ALL GOOD YO
It's probably weird.] J-Just having you on board is plenty already..!! I've been the only tailor for the entire carnival for the last few weeks..!!
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She does, however, have no context to go along with Carly's sentiment.]
Is—that a lot? How many people do you create for?
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But since we don't always go to a place where we can take material goods back, we're also in charge of general wardrobe! So if someone needs new clothes, or bedclothes or something, or they need replacements thanks to a new change, that's on us!