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

[spaghettimonster]

Papyrus arrives early, jittery with anticipation, or excitement, or dread. Maybe a mix of those sorts of emotions.

Being King in the underground involved more cooking and serving of food than sitting around eating it, and certainly neither he nor Asgore put any stock in standing on very formal ceremony about it. It was one thing to practice speeches and prepare puzzles for the humans: outsiders, lost and confused, and ages of monster tradition to guide his hand.

But this, this official and formal and potentially lethal display of manners... Who knew there were such things in the world! And without a book to read and reference during the festivities, well... He'll just have to make himself one. So don't mind the empty book or writing utensils the skeleton's brought to dinner, he probably won't have it at the real deal.

[showmystar]

Allen also arrives early, largely in anticipation for the food. Despite Hinawa's promise of supper, their looming imprisonment has Allen antsy and anxious for a distraction. He slips in beside Papyrus without much ceremony, peering over his, well, humerus, since his shoulder is probably far too high for him.

"What are you writing?" he asks casually before he even attempts to figure that out himself. Allen, please.

[spaghettimonster]

"If it isn't my messy roommate..." Papyrus quirks an eyebrow and considers Allen for a few long seconds. "But! This is no time for our domestic dispute. Not with death on the line."

He makes the sound of clearing his throat, and continues, "You'll probably want to reference this, almost as much as me!! I'm preparing to write out the instructions for everything we need to do."

For Strange! (Or anyone else needing ~Consultation)

[insidescoop]

All things considered, Carly does not have a lot of time to sort this out before the demonstration show at dinner. At all, in fact. But she is nothing if not dedicated, and she certainly wouldn't be the Wardrobe Manager if she wasn't. Dressing models are set together, various regal outfits from a much older location pulled from storage...She's ready to demonstrate the fashion of the time, or at the very least give a good solid few pointers to someone to make sure they wear a colour that actually suits them.

Fingers are crossed, certainly, and her hair and feathers mist and float away into light behind her as she moves through her work.

ota

[diamondsare]

Oops, there's Blue Diamond. While she certainly handles elegance and refinement with effortless ease even if she does look like she's been crying lately, there are certain things that utterly elude her.

Like table etiquette. She didn't eat, why would she know which utensil to use and when? Her very brief search for information has led the tall blue gem to turn up at Hinawa's demonstration with ... a spoon. It's a rather nice spoon. That there are more silverware needed than that single spoon upon review of what's already set out is for a moment visibly distressing, but she controls it quickly, and works on figuring out where to station herself.

And there's other spoons. Maybe she didn't have to bring her own after all...

[kingsroads]

While Carly was flitting about, trying to get everything ready for the demonstration show, Strange was in his trailer trying to get himself ready. After all, between the clothes he's arrived in, clothes he's bought in various worlds, and (hopefully) something from wardrobe, he can cobble together an outfit that's indicative of what people might wear...even if his cravat is a little dingy, his waistcoat is missing a button, and his shoes are scuffed. Still, it'd be good to see these clothes on someone.

So he's shaved, showered, and actually brushed his hair—which is kind of odd looking, considering Strange's normal state of slightly mad and unkempt. And, as Strange approaches Carly, he's fiddling with the buttons on his waistcoat, just now discovering that he's missing one. Looking up, he gives her a smile, the smile of someone who is definitely trying to give off the impression that he's got this.

"Do you need any help setting them up?"

[fortuneglass]

"Ahh!" Carly turns as Strange approaches, and with wide eyes, smiles when she catches his appearance. "Oh wow... We're not even at the demonstration, but you're all ready..!! ...Um, almost," she notes, catching the missing waistcoat button. Ah well though.

"I'm just about done... These are the outfits that some of the employees wore while we entertained at the 'King's Court'! The...entire world was just one big kingdom, basically. We all had to do our best to entertain the king there, it was pretty hard!! ...Mmmm...I'm a bit worried these might be a bit old though...I think some of them might have the right corset involved..." She's seen enough cheesy romance movies way back at home to have a general idea of what sits AT Strange's time frame...

...These aren't quite it. About a century off. (It'll do in a pinch though)

[kingsroads]

"Truth be told, I've no idea how long I'll be fielding questions about how to address one's superior or which napkin to use. But this way, when dinner's finished, I have a spare moment, or the Ringmaster says we'll be heading out, I simply head back to my trailer to pick up a few personal items and I'll be ready to leave."

Make it fast, make it quick, get the few things he's bringing with him, and then just head on out with the rest. Because based on some of the replies to Sans and Lambert's radio post, Strange has just now realized how little some carnival members knew about etiquette and social norms to begin with.

But, now's not the time to focus on that. Now's the time to look at some of what Carly has to show off and...yeah, it is a little dated. Strange frowns slightly, looking at one dress that looks like something his grandmother might have worn. "Perhaps the Prince isn't a stickler for detail? These certainly look formal, just a little before my time."

Ginko | OTA

[dontpokethat]

Honestly Ginko has basically accepted his inevitable doom at this point. He has spent most of his life alone in the woods, what the hell does he know about etiquette?

Even if he learns, he knows his own history with social mores; how does he know he won't just end up forgetting and screwing everything up?

Suffice to say, he's looking pretty jittery, his good eye locked on the table and his tail swishing back and forth.

"This... this is going to go so badly."

Miko Nakadai | OTA

[pullingamiko]

Sooooo this sounds like the worst. Fancy clothes, table manners... Miko, for one, can't see why they have to go somewhere like that, of all places. At least the Celebration only got fancy right at the end. Right before, you know. The vampire attack.

Which, frankly, has her even more suspicious that something will go wrong here. She kind of wonders if she can hide her knife in a stupid fancy dress.

First, though, she apparently has to worry about the whole fancy dinner thing. She is outright pouting, her arms crossed tightly over her chest, looking more like an angry middle schooler than a teenager.

BIRD MOOOOOM

[bananaspeedrider]

[Wanna know someone who is completely and utterly unprepared for this life or death trip, the street urchin that has enough sense to be frantically looking around for the glowing bird woman.]

Carly!!!

[Give him a second to... huff and puff.]

You know more about this stuff than I do right..?!?!

[Which isn't much of a complement since the kid is a crude blank slate to start with.]

[fortuneglass]

HEHAAAAAAAAH!!! [OHHHH WAY TO GIVE HER A SHOCK BUDDY- Carly just about explodes, nearly falling backward as the not-quite dragon blasts on in. Managing to regain her composure, she breathes in deep, turning around.] Th-Th...The outfits, you mean?! Because everything else is Strange's area, honest!!

[bananaspeedrider]

[With the little time they have, this is going to be a mess isn't it.]

I guess we can start with that?

[Peering at the model outfits and just hoping there's some way to wing it during the dinner junk.]

Looks like we'd all be dressed way fancier than even the Tops back in the city, eh?

[insidescoop]

Not to mention way different...we're looking at a whole other time period of clothes this time..! Everything was...Really unique... [She hums, crossing her arms.]

....

...If you want you can still have a hat though~!

[bananaspeedrider]

Er.. well... you already know everything about how much work it is to fit something on me.

[His crystals and tail being the worst offenders. Yugo brushes a hand across his hair over the idea of wearing a hat. That part probably wouldn't be so bad, he thinks.]

But it goes without saying that I trust you! What do you think might work for me?

[fortuneglass]

Hmnn. Well, the first thing to know, is that you won't necessarily have much choice. They're probably providing things, not us. But as for hats....

[Carly has priorities.] Mostly, they'll be really soft~ They might have feathers too...

[bananaspeedrider]

[Clear Wing does not like those priorities. And the unseen dragon growls so out of worry, despite Yugo being the only one who can hear it.]

Oh, well that's gonna be taken care of then what am I supposed to do everything else? All the stuff about good manners and whatnot.

[fortuneglass]

Ah-right!

Well, for clothes, you still need to know what sort of thing to pick, right? What looks best on you! Not to mention how to put it on...

[bananaspeedrider]

[Back on track, that's good.]

Yeah.. uh.. sure. Sure.

[Still a commons through and through. Though the entire carnival can be glad that this one will make an honest attempt to not be dressed out of place.]

As if I know where to start... besides something with white I guess?

[insidescoop]

White COULD work, but not too much this time! [She quickly corrects.] You want to have a colour for the most part. For you...something teal, or blue, would be best!

[bananaspeedrider]

Blue, huh? Yeah that would be nice on me, wouldn't it?

[A dark shade that would contrast against his crystals, most likely.]

"he makes the sound of clearing his throat" lmao perfect

[showmystar]

Oh, Papyrus. Allen gives his odd roommate a flat stare as he waits for Papyrus to continue on from regarding him for so long. Once he does, Allen rolls his eyes slightly, shaking his head just the smallest bit. Always so dramatic.

"So you're taking notes." He has to admit, that's not what he had expected. All this time, had Papyrus really been the studious type? "You really don't mind if I copy them?"

[showmystar]

"It'll be fine!" Allen leans down into his vision as he comes up beside Ginko, a hand leaning on the chair next to him. "This is the easy part."

This is optimism he doesn't truly feel.

[espigeon]

"So, I'm pretty sure getting me clothed is gonna present a challenge."

Several hundred pounds of pigeon has arrived. Julien usually does his actual job in his human body, leaving this one to preen or bathe or fly, or have conversations of little substance with guests. He opens a couple extra eyes in mild curiosity; yeah, he sees this area all the time, but it's always trippy how his perspective as a five-foot-five human and as a horse-sized bird are different. Things seem cramped and claustrophobic like this, closed off from the world. "What do you think, boss - costume, or more like dressage?"

Taako | OTA!

[tacosgay]

Taako, having been a professional chef who's traveled and served people of all walks of life before, is actually surprisingly well-learned when it comes to table manners. When he cares enough to, he can actually hold himself with a surprising amount of poise, his motions graceful as he helps arrange the food that he and the other cooking staff have prepared. It seems his usual rudeness is entirely born out of apathy; he's entirely capable of coming across effortlessly elegant, at least until he opens his mouth. There are some things he just can't control.

The good news is that he manages to keep a pretty good cap on his attitude, at least for the most part; lord knows Hinawa's reminded him to mind his tongue often enough.

"Well? How is everything?" His tone is only lightly smug as he addresses the nearest guest; his hair is pulled up into an elegantly loose bun atop his head, his makeup for the night applied with care. He's eager to show off how fancy he can be.