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lostcarnival2018-04-03 12:08 pm
fortuneglass) wrote in lostcarnival2018-04-03 12:08 pm
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GO FOR GOLD (in style)
Who: The Wardrobe Department, AND YOU (and Yuusei, before he signed a contract)
When: Day 28 - Day 34
Where: The WARDROBE TENT
What: FASHION MINGLE...+ Carly tries to get back into the swing of things, and also she's brought A Friend
Warnings: NAH
[CARLY PROMPT | D:28 - 29]
She comes back from the concert, and immediately falls asleep. Holding her pokemon close, curling into her bed and drowning everything she can out with her pillows and the light flooding her trailer. And her first morning back is no different. She acts as though nothing has changed-she gets the schedules together, she looks over what needs to be done, what was left behind in her swift retreat to the void, and within a span of hours she's already got sewing machines churning and a pot of coffee on hand. Her tongue sucks in as much of the drink as possible as she goes, and she moves like a woman possessed, dedicated to her work.
It isn't as though it was something that would make her cry. She never hurt anyone, not physically, and if anything most of the sharper blows came back to her.
But somehow she can't bring herself to think about it because at the end of the day she gave in she gave up and while it was supernaturally impossible to avoid in the long run it's still just SO-!
"aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaauuuuuugghhh....I can't believe I did thaaaaaaaaaaaaaattttt..."
EMBARASSING...
[WARDROBE - CARLY & YUUSEI (or others, even!) | D30 (Evening) - D32]
The Wardrobe tent hasn't changed much in the last week, and by changed that means 'properly tidied'. Julien has been doing a pretty incredible job of upkeep, but nothing can save it from the chaos between worlds, a chaos that stretches in through the first bit of Performance week.
Naturally this means Carly is there, hard at work-but she's also not alone. A young teen-dressed to fit more with engineering if anything, given oil and grease stains on his gloves and jacket- seems to shadow Carly for a few days, and every now and then she pokes her head from her work to ask 'Yuusei' how he's doing. The teen looks somewhat distant from it all, not through disinterest but instead sheer unfamiliarity that Carly seems absolutely dedicated to 'solving'. She flits back and forth, occasionally a bird, occasionally not, and finally eventually settles on tasking him with a few things to dust up what was woefully abandoned during their last location. 'Don't worry about it!~' is what she insists when he asks why nothing was done beyond bare minimum for the last week, and instead she gets to work at sewing various fabrics, piecing together any updated costumes and things.
The mannequin as usual stands where it is, and far in the back the recycler bubbles. It's time to start the work-week once again, and with aliens to entertain the sky is truly the limit! But then, are you here for someone to fit you, or are you here for work?
[BONUS - YOU'RE A WINNER | D33-34]
Did you sign on for the space olympics? Well regardless of if you end up placing or not, Carly's job is to make people shine on stage-and that could include you! Come over and get yourself a costume for such thrilling events as Space Swords, Space Wrestling, or even Space Competitve Eating! GO FOR GOLD-!
And try not to come in at the last minute, she's busy enough as it is!
[[OOC - This is technically a mingle! Carly will be handling most things, but for Day 30-32, there is also the potential to have Yuusei Fudo- who is tailing Carly at that time- tag in instead. Other Wardrobe employees can also tag, but since many of them have noted a heavy tag load at the moment, I'm asking that people not request specific muses! Beyond that, treat the log as Carly's own 'mingle top', and have at! Yuusei should have a unique prompt option below, later.]]
When: Day 28 - Day 34
Where: The WARDROBE TENT
What: FASHION MINGLE...+ Carly tries to get back into the swing of things, and also she's brought A Friend
Warnings: NAH
[CARLY PROMPT | D:28 - 29]
She comes back from the concert, and immediately falls asleep. Holding her pokemon close, curling into her bed and drowning everything she can out with her pillows and the light flooding her trailer. And her first morning back is no different. She acts as though nothing has changed-she gets the schedules together, she looks over what needs to be done, what was left behind in her swift retreat to the void, and within a span of hours she's already got sewing machines churning and a pot of coffee on hand. Her tongue sucks in as much of the drink as possible as she goes, and she moves like a woman possessed, dedicated to her work.
It isn't as though it was something that would make her cry. She never hurt anyone, not physically, and if anything most of the sharper blows came back to her.
But somehow she can't bring herself to think about it because at the end of the day she gave in she gave up and while it was supernaturally impossible to avoid in the long run it's still just SO-!
"aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaauuuuuugghhh....I can't believe I did thaaaaaaaaaaaaaattttt..."
EMBARASSING...
[WARDROBE - CARLY & YUUSEI (or others, even!) | D30 (Evening) - D32]
The Wardrobe tent hasn't changed much in the last week, and by changed that means 'properly tidied'. Julien has been doing a pretty incredible job of upkeep, but nothing can save it from the chaos between worlds, a chaos that stretches in through the first bit of Performance week.
Naturally this means Carly is there, hard at work-but she's also not alone. A young teen-dressed to fit more with engineering if anything, given oil and grease stains on his gloves and jacket- seems to shadow Carly for a few days, and every now and then she pokes her head from her work to ask 'Yuusei' how he's doing. The teen looks somewhat distant from it all, not through disinterest but instead sheer unfamiliarity that Carly seems absolutely dedicated to 'solving'. She flits back and forth, occasionally a bird, occasionally not, and finally eventually settles on tasking him with a few things to dust up what was woefully abandoned during their last location. 'Don't worry about it!~' is what she insists when he asks why nothing was done beyond bare minimum for the last week, and instead she gets to work at sewing various fabrics, piecing together any updated costumes and things.
The mannequin as usual stands where it is, and far in the back the recycler bubbles. It's time to start the work-week once again, and with aliens to entertain the sky is truly the limit! But then, are you here for someone to fit you, or are you here for work?
[BONUS - YOU'RE A WINNER | D33-34]
Did you sign on for the space olympics? Well regardless of if you end up placing or not, Carly's job is to make people shine on stage-and that could include you! Come over and get yourself a costume for such thrilling events as Space Swords, Space Wrestling, or even Space Competitve Eating! GO FOR GOLD-!
And try not to come in at the last minute, she's busy enough as it is!
[[OOC - This is technically a mingle! Carly will be handling most things, but for Day 30-32, there is also the potential to have Yuusei Fudo- who is tailing Carly at that time- tag in instead. Other Wardrobe employees can also tag, but since many of them have noted a heavy tag load at the moment, I'm asking that people not request specific muses! Beyond that, treat the log as Carly's own 'mingle top', and have at! Yuusei should have a unique prompt option below, later.]]
Evening Day 32
It takes him a while to get there, and he certainly takes his time. He's not sure if anyone will be there when he arrives, but either way his appearance is pretty low key. He mostly just wanders in, wearing just a particularly baggy t-shirt and shorts. His voice is a drowsy drawl.
"Hey, so, I need to a new hoodie again," he yawns. His extra hands are currently concealed beneath his t-shirt.
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Oops.
Regardless. "Eh? Again?" she asks, looking up and brushing some hair away from her eyes. "Did you lose your last one before ending up in your egg...? ..Ah~ Congratulations by the way~!" she cheers, brightening. "I wasn't there to see it, but I'm glad to see you back this soon~! It feels like you keep things in better control honestly..." Or at least, certain others actually...listen. To Sans.
Regardless. "Mnnh, well, it shouldn't take that long if I use your usual measurements..."
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"Eh... maybe not," Sans admits, shrugging his shoulders - ostensibly a more involved movement than usual, as his shirt moves with it. "My head to shoulder ratio is off."
He lifts up his shirt with his top set of hands, revealing a second set cradled over his pelvis. He lifts his extra set of arms, shrugging more overtly.
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And then a second pair of hands are lifting, and she's sputtering. "MFBU-HHUHH-HH-! HANDS!! You have more hands..!! Ah- W-well then!" Well then. "A little longer on the sweater then, ahahaaaa..." There's a pause, and she blinks. "...You should probably check in with the mannequin, in this case...."
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"Dunno whether I should have extra sleeves or just let them hang out under my shirt..." he muses, his voice still tired and sort of monotone as he slowly considers the idea. "Is the mannequin your assistant now?"
Wardrobe is almost always understaffed so he wouldn't blame her if it was.
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It LOOKS like a standard, wooden mannequin for now, but... "Julien bought this for the department while we were on the moon," she explains, beaming. "It remembers forms! So we can 'save' a basic set of measurements, and work on new clothes for people without calling them in as much~"
.... "...Which means it's...a bit important to keep it up to date," she adds, coughing. "When it comes to the sleeves...that should depend on comfort, I think. You don't seem like someone who would want two arms sleeveless, anyway..." Maybe she could create some sort of half-sweater-half-shawl, she thinks quietly to herself.