lostcarnival | LET'S TRY SOMETHING NEW

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LET'S TRY SOMETHING NEW

Who: The Wardrobe Crew, And YOU (Specifically Carly, Nui, and Julien)
When: S2: D2-D5
Where: The Wardrobe Tent
What: It's time to play with the Wardrobe's new tools...and for people to get Fittings done.

[OPEN PROMPT: Ask for Carly, Nui, or Julien!]

It isn't long into the first official day 'back to work', that a relatively loud public announcement comes out on the radios. And for those who aren't listening on the radios, Carly has sent her trusty pokemon, Nuna to go and deliver small flyers to any employee she runs into. People who refuse may find themselves heckled by a ghostly fire-whielding lizard.

Regardless-the announcement goes as follows.

"Everyone! Now that we're back to work, there's a lot of things to get back on track with! First, I know a lot of us have had some new changes...and a lot of us are new too! So hello, new people! Regardless, I need everyone-and I mean EVERYONE, even if you haven't had any changes recently-to drop by the Wardrobe tent at some point this week.

"This is because we have a new tool for fittings now~ It's a shapeshifting mannequin, which will make getting everyone their clothes a lot faster! But it needs to actually be exposed to the person it's matching size with, so think of it as one last check-in before you grow wings or something like that alright? If you don't come in, you're not going to find anything fitting you, so make sure you come in..!!" This isn't entirely true, in the case of people she's already fitted, but...hey. Don't leave her hanging.

The Wardrobe Tent isn't hard to find-around the back end of the Big Top, it's where any performer has to pass through before actually performing after all. Decked out with streams and bolts of fabric of all sorts, and definintely something of a controlled chaotic mess, there is a particularly large space cleared up for people entering this time around. The Mannequin, faceless and default, stands ready.

As does at least one member of the Wardrobe Team who actually bother with cloth. If it's Carly, expect a warm, and somewhat excitable welcome, as well as a wave. Nui? An even more excitable welcome. Maybe even too excited, she's just so...Happy? (And yet somehow, Carly probably seems more giddy about it...)

Julien-presumably the human one at least-is far more contained then both, suffice to say, but either way their greeting all boils down to one thing.

Are you here for your fitting, then? Well let's get Started.

[CLOSED | WARDROBE DEPARTMENT (Makeup Included)]

There is one new addition to the Wardrobe Tent in particular that those under Carly's employ will notice-a very, VERY large ...Thing. "Okay!" Carly explains to everyone, as many times as it takes, in as many different instances as there are. Not everyone is going to crowd around a machine like a pack of curious dogs after all-knowing her crew? It'll largely be in...Individual encounters. Regardless!

She's excited. "This is our new recycling machine~! ...Er. Sort of. This," she explains, holding up a set of transcribed instructions, "Is a '3D Printer'! It takes the materials we put inside, and makes the product as we desire. For things like costumes, this....isn't a good idea," Carly notes, coughing. "Nothing beats our own hands for that..! But when it comes to getting fabric sheets, or even decorations, it's perfect~ We can finally make use of our scrap bin, or even our old make up~! So what do you think we should try thowing in first?"

This is a good question and can't possibly end badly, nope.

[WILDCARD]

(Have a custom matter to be dealt with? Aside from doing necessary and simple touch-ups as requested, the Wardrobe Tent also does Extra things...provided of course, some compensation for the Carnival to replace the materials is given. Most of the time, Costumes and coming acts are the main focus for detailed work, but with things starting off again, a small project or two isn't out of the question-so come on in, and ask one of the tailors about what you need done!)

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Yukio doesn't really want to deal with the wardrobe department (he doesn't want to deal with anyone or see anyone or think about his current apperance), but the radio call went out and the faster he gets this over with the better.

"Hello? I'm here for the fitting." Yukio calls out as he enters the tent. He's a teenager, on the taller side for his age, with an almost military posture that probably goes along with the uniform. His only change (so far) is the faint blue fae mark stretching across his face like a mask, covering the skin around his eyes with a pattern like flames.

Does Carly even have workers? Lambert knows she does, theoretically, but he also doesn't really deal with them in a business capacity for the most part, so he doesn't care. As such, when he sweeps into the wardrobe tent with a flick of his golden tail, he announces his presence loudly, like he would if he was only speaking to Carly--

"Don't you have my measurements already?" He is, however, distracted by the new mannequin, which he raises his brows and glances towards without actually looking at who he's speaking to. "But that announcement was good timing anyway. I need clothes that can be pulled apart and put back together again."

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Ever the showoff, Strange enters the wardrobe tent via one of the mirrors that's set up for viewing clothes and trying things on. This means he suddenly appears in front of the mirror without really announcing his presence...except the general clutter means that he clocks his elbow on a sewing machine the moment he takes his first few steps into the wardrobe tent proper.

It's easy to tell that Strange is here because he's just loudly swearing. Whenever someone approaches, Strange looks up at them, rubbing at his elbow.

"Really, I don't think I've changed much size-wise, but I do want to see if we can do something about the neckline of my outfit. My scales are starting to itch."

Yuya ducks into the wardrobe tent without much heckling needed, glancing around for any of the wardrobe staff. He hasn't had any changes that need a refitting, luckily, but Carly was insistent on the radio that everyone at least get impressed on my the mannequin, and he figures this will be quick.

"Hi? It's Yuya, I--whoa." He stops and leans back when he sees the mannequin, almost focused by the lack of a mess around it. "That thing's supposed to look like me?"

"Oh?" Yukio will probably want to deal with them Even Less after this, and it's likely no one would be able to blame him. For the one who turns from the mannequin she's finished setting up is a relatively tall young woman-especially with the continuous hover she's holding a few inches off the ground-that looks almost entirely made of marble and light.

Her main body is as blank as a canvas, with swirling runes cutting right through to the same fluid light substance flowing out from her wings, tail, and even hair-and while the light is held at a soft, and even comfortable glow, it is still something that could be called distracting.

She's also not wearing the most. It could be argued that there's both more and less than what a certain swordswoman does...but all of that really hardly matters, since Carly is now about to be very.

Carly. "Ahh~! Someone new! Great!" she cheers, immediately flitting toward Yukio to look him over-for someone who doesn't actually get too close, or even reach out, it could make most in the other's position feel very much like the personal bubble is being invaded. Certainly, she seems to be trying her very best to determine as much about him through the coat as she can.

It's hard. "Wow~! And what a neat coat!! It looks so official... Ah, but that's right~ Normally this would take longer, but over here, over here~" Carly insists, scooting right back over to the mannequin. "We just need this thing to imprint your form, and it's all set~! Height, shoulders...everything! It's great right?"

....

wait she's forgetting-

"OH! ...Who are you anyway?" That, yes.

Nui had already agreed to seeing him long before the announcement was made. When she first arrived she had offered to set him up with some adjustments to his wardrobe and he had a lot to go through. Still, with such politeness and her enthusiasm he chose not to pass up her generous offer.

So when he arrives he eyes the mannequin briefly. He is a little nosy and part of him did want to poke at it but with it being the week before performance he would rather have something that fit him. It's why he waits around for Nui and approaches her with a slight grin. He's excited and it shows.

"I hope I didn't keep you waiting."

"It will soooooon~!" That, no doubt, is a very familiar voice. Carly comes swooping in with a grin as wide as the sun, the rest of her no doubt as bright. "It's really neat~! And it'll make getting costumes for you and the others made way easier! From now on, whenever you get a new change, you'll just have to drop in for a quick update and be on your way! No more coming back and forth except to try on a final outfit~"

One would think that the matter of it being comfortable would come up, but that's Also what the mannequin is for.

"Here, here-" she insists, beaming. "Just stand in front of it, and watch the magic~!"

Julien is taken aback when the swearing starts. He'd had an eye on the tent entrance and had forgot there are people here with other ways of getting around. Vaguely he wishes he could manifest eyes further away from either of his bodies. Or maybe he could go and form another, smaller body? Well, he'll think about it later.

"Monsieur Strange, a pleasure as ever," he says, adjusting his own lapels with both hands and parting his pedipalps so they don't obscure a smile. He's not sure if they're going to talk about the last time they spoke, or what. "I imagine material as much as cut will be important, something lighter that doesn't chafe - but anyway, that's more normal, preferences based tailoring. Right now we're just getting the mannequin to memorize your measurements, which takes very little time."

When he spots that it's Julien, Strange gives him a bright smile, trying to regain his dignity and pretend that he didn't just clock his elbow something fierce. If they end up talking about what happened during the Prince's castle, Strange isn't going to bring it up. This isn't like Portland, where people had to know what happened because the danger that still lurked. The Prince was murdered thoroughly, there isn't really any need to bring that up unless people wanted to.

Besides, there's something more interesting to talk about. What the hell do they mean by the mannequin?

"I assume this is a sentient or magical mannequin of some sorts? After all, memorize?" And Strange starts looking around, as if he's somehow going to spot the mannequin, squinting slightly to try and spot any hint of a magical aura.

That must happen a lot, Yuya just doesn't have any personal experience--he's yet to have a change that restricts his clothing in any manner.

Still, he does what he's told and stands in front of the mannequin, staring at it. It's... a little creepy just in its nature, looking very fake-person and Yuya's realizing he's probably not terribly fond of mannequins. Being naked makes it a little worse, somehow.

That sewing machine is askew. Well, Julien barely uses those anyway. He can adjust hems and create pockets and buttonholes and so on, but he's not in the clothesmaking business. It would take far too long.

"It's definitely magic, but it only really seems sentient if you invite it to a tea party!" He grins and decides not to elaborate on that point. "I bought it off one of the World Walkers because hey, could be useful considering people here. Apparently there's a place where they make a lot of living toys and this is one of 'em."

Among the dressmaker's dummies and frames there is one mannequin with a touch of magic to it. It's detailed but faceless, currently feminine and very petite with wooden sickle-shaped brow horns, posed extravagantly with one fully articulated hand to its chest. The only magic active in it right now is slight, passive, just a little something so it will know if it's addressed.

"Ok...Mannequin~! Do your thing~!" she cheers, and abruptly, the thing nods.

"Absolutely~" it replies, in a somewhat stilted, obviously programmed voice. After first straightening itself, it soon starts to shrink down in some ways-until it's of equal height, and general bulk (or lack, rather) to Yuuya.

It proceeds to continue standing there. "Tadah~! Oh oh, and watch- We need an Excited pose, Mannequin! Pump a fist, half jump, go!"

The Mannequin can't jump, but it can certainly look like it's stuck mid leap, and with one fist in the air, it...does look as lame as it would bending a normal one into position.

But hey, it helps the fittings. "Ok, back to normal position now," she decides, turning back to Yuuya. "See what I mean?"

Reira has not been to the wardrobe tent very often, and it likely shows. While she washes her clothes with everyone's laundry, her shoes are the same snow boots she ran around in on the moon, and she's wearing what looks to be an extremely worn out striped long sleeve with shorts. The tiny girl seems a bit hesitant, as well. She doesn't see Julien, and no one is really near enough that she can pick up on any emotions either-a handy indicator for how well things will go, after all.

But, she's walking in, quiet, and...

"Umm.... ...The lady on the radio said, I had to come in..?" But where is Anyone, let alone 'the lady'??

He listens intently at Julien's story. Ah, so it came from the caravan, well that makes sense. After all, that caravan had so many different things from so many different worlds, why not have one where there are living toys? Or, at least, animate toys, hopefully that thing wouldn't suddenly start sprouting changes.

Still, it's interesting and fun and Strange wants to metaphorically poke it with a stick. "Well then!" Strange remarks, grin only widening. "Let's see this thing take my measurements!"

Obviously it's the 'magical' part of 'magical mannequin' that's interesting him the most. While Strange is fairly confident he knows which dummy is magical, he has absolutely no idea just what type of magical it is. Could it talk? Did it magically know his measurements or did it have to use a tape measurer? There's just so many questions that the nosy magician over here wants the answer to.

It talks--and the choppy, inorganic movement elevates it from kind of creepy to really creepy. Yuya recoils with a disturbed expression as the mannequin changes and poses.

"Uh... yeah. So that's it?"

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Julien grins. "Well then, no reason to put it off. Mannequin, new person!" Responding to his tone or perhaps being looked at while spoken to, something in the mannequin's demeanor changes, for all that it doesn't immediately move. Definitely more magic comes online. "This is Monsieur Strange; Strange, this is the mannequin, we haven't really settled on a name or if it needs one."

Moving jerkily for the first couple seconds, and then like old stop-motion and finally smoothly, the mannequin curtsies. Its voice has a bright, artificial quality and doesn't emanate from any sort of mouth, and it says Strange's name plus honorific with the exact intonation Julien had used. "How lovely, dahling, new people! A pleasure to meet Monsieur Strange."

After speaking it goes still again, though there's still more magic about it than before it had been addressed. Julien nods to himself. "You can get closer, it's not going to do anything on its own. It should have a real basic idea of your sizing, but the closer you are or the less you're wearing or the more time you spend near it the more accurate it'll be." Most people don't need utterly precise measurements.

"Yep~!" ....Oh, she caught that look though. "............Are you alright though..? It's nothing to worry about..!!"

Following a brief radio conversation in private, Peridot shows up at the wardrobe tent as directed. But she's not here for herself! After all, she hasn't really had any changes that would warrant adjustments to her material outfit.

No, she's here because she has a new and very naked pet that is in desperate need of some ridiculous outfits. It's the ??? from the marketplace, now dubbed "Fleshy" by Peridot and Lapis. The Engineer walks in holding it under one arm, cups her free hand to her mouth and loudly calls out: "HEY CARLYYYYY! WE'RE HERE!"

"EEEP-!" It is a matter of sheer fortune that Carly doesn't simply turn into a flashbomb from shock-fortune, and the fact that she at least slightly expected Peridot to come in. She does notably brighten for a moment before returning to a more typical, tolerably dull glow, sighing loudly to calm herself down. "Hoo-! That was quick~" she nervously laughs, floating over as she scratches her cheek. "Ahah....Hmmm!"

It doesn't take long to spot Fleshy. "So this is who needs sweaters? I had a feeling whoever you had was short-haired at least, but you definitely need one for someone totally hairless, it's true..." she mutters, tapping her chin. "Well~! We have lots to choose from! And there were lots of animals that needed clothes like that, where I used to live, so they're in good hands~!"

....

That said.

"....What's their name?" She's avoiding the question of what it Is, because no one probably knows.

Strange is wearing a lot of clothes. You can take the man out of the 1800s, but you can't take the 1800s out of the man, as shown by his waistcoat, cravat, and actual coat. Strange slips off the coat, idly draping it over the back of a nearby chair, as he takes a few steps towards the mannequin, staring down the thing as if by staring at it for a while, he'll be able to figure it out.

At least, he'll be able to figure it out slightly.

"It's a pity we haven't stopped at the toy world yet," he remarks, getting right up in the mannequin's space. "I'd be able to figure out the magic if I was more familiar with the source." As it is, he's only able to figure it out slightly: which is simultaneously aggravating and exciting. It just means he gets to pester Julien with twenty billion questions.

"Does it take personal notations as well? Things like if one prefers looser clothing or certain materials make them break out in hives."

"Her name is Fleshy," Peridot replies, setting the little creature down on the floor. It just sits there and examines it's surroundings curiously, not paying either carnie much mind. The gem, meanwhile, just gives Carly a weird look. "You've dealt with hairless animals before...?"

Julien's fingers itch. He'd like to hang the coat properly, or fold it. He deliberately looks away. It's a mess in here and somehow the rest isn't bothersome, he's not sure why he wants to straighten new things. "I bet everyone would get souvenirs... there's always asking around, maybe the vets have been somewhere like that? It was new to Carly, though."

The mannequin doesn't respond visibly or audibly. Magically it's sort of passively scanning Strange, adding to its database.

"No, alas! It's really just a model that we can also get to hold things. We've still got to rely on normal note-taking for preferences and restrictions and so on." Watching Strange inspect it, he adds, "You can tell it to get taller or shorter and grow or lose limbs and things. It'll do it! Everything just sort of telescopes out of it."

"A description of the magic won't help me," Strange explains, as he continues to stare at the mannequin. "In order to understand the magic used, I need to be familiar with the source or the caster. I could piece out Summer Court magic, for example, even if I didn't know the Summer Fae who used it."

Still, explanation of his magic aside, Strange can't help but raise an eyebrow as Julien mentions what the mannequin can do. Well obviously that's an invitation to test this thing's capabilities and play 'what sort of limbs can you grow!' Hell yeah let's put this thing through the motions! Strange grins as he takes a few steps backwards, placing his hands behind his back as he overlooks the mannequin.

"Mannequin!" Hopefully it knows that's it's name. "Grow a lizard's tail for me." A pause, before, "If you don't mind."

"People can and do change size and shape here~" Nui replies, knowing full well that he probably meant to talk to Carly. Still, she's a veteran who's been away for a long time, and is slowly but surely getting caught up with all the other veterans now that the vacation is winding down and everyone's getting back to business.

She did make gifts for all the veterans using the fabric she bought using her credits from the Ringmaster, including something particularly stunning for the Ringmaster herself.

"So, how many places do you need it to come apart?"

"Not at all. You're right on time."

Truthfully, she hasn't been keeping track of time. Given that her latest contract with the Ringmaster is to become a multiversally famous couturier, so long as it doesn't interfere with her duties to the Carvnival, Nui has plenty of personal projects on the go.

She may not have been keeping track of time, but she does have all of her supplies ready, and she approaches with her measuring tape, a notebook, and a pencil to start with.

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Carly? Or you know, whoever

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HELLO YUUYA

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NUI -it literally only now occurred to me I can do this-

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Carly

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