My fair faire

[sunflowerfields]

Who: Erryone
When: Day 170, right before leaving for Heartstone Manor
Where: The cookhouse
What: dinner and a show A crash course in table etiquette, and/or your chance to get your bad behavior out of your system.
Warnings: Watch your damn language.



With the threat of behave or die hanging over their heads, Hinawa is feeling very nervous. She's only tangentially familiar with the rules and regulations of formal dining and mingling, having only experienced it for the first time during the Celebration, and for the most part she's just a simple country gal. The last thing she wants is to get everyone in trouble because she used the wrong fork, and she can't help but feel like she's not the only one, so she comes up with a plan!

She only hopes it'll be enough.

[This is a mingle-ish! Jump on in!]

Comments

[fortuneglass]

She listens to his words and hears them as if through distant water, her ears focused too hard on her own pounding heart. But she reaches for those words all the same, taking deep breaths as she listens. She's not going to ruin this. She's not going to ruin this. She...

....

She nods. She cannot burden Strange with this- "....You're helping everyone, it seems," she admits, chewing her lip. ...She manages a weak smile, however, and nods. "...I think.... ....If I just make note of what you'll be reminding us of before we go now..."

She can't just make this someone else's problem. She can't.

And she won't ruin this, she won't, she won't ruin this-

"....Thank you, Strange," she adds, wiping her eyes of what starting tears came in her brief panic. "I..." She starts to say something-perhaps about earlier, perhaps about the stress, but-

...No. She can't do that.

"....I think I'll be fine, now."

[kingsroads]

At Carly's statement, Strange simply shrugs, giving her a small smile. "I'm doing so because everybody needs help."

And if he runs around, helping other people, focusing on getting the carnival through this as smoothly as possible, then there's less time to worry and dwell on anything about himself. After all, Strange hasn't forgotten the fact that they're going to a faerie realm...and also that his track record with the fae is abysmal.

"And you're welcome, Miss Nagisa. Like I said: you'll do fine." Carly at least was aware of the dangers and would try to stave off any possible mishaps, unlike other carnival members.

[insidescoop]

"Everybody is still a lot of people though," she admits without thinking, her glow dulling just slightly. "...It seems overwhelming..." ...Or so it seems, but then this isn't the time to really focus on that now is it. The point is what needs to be done, regardless of how they feel, regardless of what they think will happen as a result.

If no one tries, then nothing good comes of it, so they need to focus. So she nods, and takes a deep breath. "...Right." Well. "...I should get some of these out to the stage, so I can show everyone where the laces and things go..."

[kingsroads]

"Do you need any help moving them?" Strange asks, nodding towards some of the dress forms.

He is one hundred percent ignoring that statement about how this seems overwhelming. Because Carly's right: it seems amazingly overwhelming. And so, Strange is just going to ignore the fact that it seems amazingly overwhelming and keep pushing forward because he's not going to think about it. There's no use thinking of these overwhelming odds and how it's all most likely going to hell anyway.

[insidescoop]

"Ummm..." Does she? She looks around, and turns from the models to Strange. "....It wouldn't be too much trouble...would it? We only need three of these I'm pretty sure, probably....this one, and..." she mutters a bit to herself as she nudges the others forward.

"There's enough variety in how they've been put together for that.... ...Oh! You don't need anything on a model to do your part, do you? Men's wear could be weird when it was from the older times..."

[kingsroads]

As Carly mutters about the models, nudging some forward, Strange steps out of the way so that Carly can get a better view of the models and decide what she needs to bring in the first place. His hands are behind his back as he starts talking, giving Carly a little shake of his head.

"No, I don't need a model. Unlike women's wear, I've plenty of experience with putting men's wear on and taking it off. I'll be able to explain the ins and the outs to anyone listening. And likewise, it wouldn't be too much trouble at all for me to help carry things. I'm here, aren't I? It'd be silly if I made you do this by yourself."

Just ignore the fact that his upper arm strength is absolute shit.

[insidescoop]

"Ehhh....alright, I was just thinking that it'd be sort of weird to give an explanation without a visual..." But well, as long as he's got it, he's got it. She grunts, getting the model up an inch or so off the ground however. "Well..!! At any rate, we just need to get these to the stage then! ....Hopefully these aren't too heavy..."

[kingsroads]

"I think we can lift them!" Strange remarks, as he grabs one of the models...and also lifts it about an inch or so above the ground because wow, this is heavy.

"If it proves to be too much of a hassle, I'll simply find a way to move them via magic."

Not that he's giving up already! Just that Strange knows this might not work as smoothly as either of them wish.

[insidescoop]

"Oh....th-that's right, you could, huh..." Well, in that case- "...Why aren't we doing that anyway though?" It seems easier.

[kingsroads]

"Mostly because my transportation magic involves either mirrors or water," Strange adds in as an explanation. And the closest mirror he can think of is in the kitchen, not the dining room itself.

"If you give me a few minutes, I can make a puddle to the dining room."

[insidescoop]

"Ah." Uh. "...W-Well, as long as no one slips I guess...."

[kingsroads]

"You'd think that people would be smart enough to stay away from a puddle," Strange gripes, with a frown. You'd think that. And yet some members of the carnival are damn dumb.

There's a pause, as he looks over the wardrobe tent, trying to find some sort of water he could use. Thankfully, someone left a bottle of water just sitting on one of the tables. With a smile on his face, Strange walks over, picks up the bottle of water, and then just straight up empties it onto the floor, though thankfully away from any of the dresses or fabric.

"I'll clean this up later," he tells Carly, before Strange steps in the puddle, quickly mutters the incantation, and straight up vanishes. Gotta make a puddle in the wardrobe tent in order to return from the dining hall, after all.

[insidescoop]

"I've noticed that a lot of people are really inattentive here," Carly admits, laughing a little nervously. As it is, she nods, and shuffles the nearest model aside so the puddle can pool properly.

"I can get it after they're through-flying there is pretty fast after all!" she notes, beaming. "And this already saves lots of time!"