IC CONTACT

[fortuneglass]

✆CHANNEL

FREQUENCY: 108.75327
DESCRIPTION: While Carly tends to try and answer her radio the minute it's buzzed, it can occasionally be ignored by way of an unfortunate burial within the fabric she's working on. Oops.

✉MAIL BOX

LOCATION: Mail Pouch hanging under the trailer awning
DESCRIPTION: Carly made a cute little pouch just for her letters! If you don't use it, she'll never forgive you! ...Or she will, but she'll give you a stern warning, even after the 12th time or so.

Comments

Letter

[mylastchance]

Read it here. Because the font is important to me.

dat font tho... ...and then there's carly nvfdjkgh

[fortuneglass]

[Honestly it takes her a minute to realize who this was. Mostly this is because she has trouble wrapping her head around 'Lauren' being used for a boy's name.

But it probably makes sense, somehow.

By the end of it though-how can he not get it?! He just finished going on about undead again, and he still doesn't get it?! (well, maybe he wasn't 'going on' about it but. Still.)

If Lauren is checking the mail sock for Reply Messages, he'll find one soon enough, given that she has no idea which trailer is his.]

I'm upset because you said I was either a coward or evil!!!

What else would it be!?

[Awkward.]

Re: dat font tho... ...and then there's carly nvfdjkgh

[mylastchance]

[He wants to reply, but when it comes time to write a response his mind goes blank. There's nothing he can say, so he simply stays silent.]

i couldn't resist shhhhh

[fortuneglass]

[MARK HER WORDS BUDDY SHE'S GONNA FIND YOU]

letter

[wild_magic]

[Susan's watched and listened to Lauren and Carly talk, and even though he's not positive, he thinks that maybe them talking more would be a good thing. They seem to get along pretty well, and Lauren could use more friends... Or maybe more than friends.

When he sees a fancy restaurant in the Matrix, complete with various couples having a romantic meal together, it doesn't take him long to get an idea put together in his head. The first part of which, of course, is a letter to Carly.]

Dear Carly,

This might be kind of forward of me but I was hoping you would want to have dinner with me. I found a place that has food that I thought you might want to go to with me, it's name is [there is a restaurant name here]. If you're interested then please come tomorrow night and I will be there.

Don't respond to this letter!

-Lauren

[Despite being signed as being from Lauren, the handwriting is obviously much messier and less careful than Lauren's writing, but Susan just hopes she won't notice. Now to just get Lauren to show up...]

DELIVERY

[starseedling]

[Steven's been making seashell jewelry with the merfolk, and so naturally he's decided to share the wealth with his treasured friends. He'll either give it to you in person or via your mailbox. If in person, he'll pretty much just swim up to you and be like "Here! This is for you! I made it!" and if you get it in the mailbox it will have a note with it that basically says the same thing, plus a small doodle of a heart-shaped fish.

Steven has made Carly a seashell necklace. It will be gifted sometime during the off week.]

VISIT

[showmystar]

[Nearing the end of Carly's and Lambert's presentation about Mainframe, Allen heads to the trailer park. He hadn't wanted to stick around after he got the gist of it, so he left a little before Q&A was over.

Now he's wandering around the trailers looking rather lost, trying to find which one is hers. Wondering if this is even a good idea. He kind of pried a little back there . . .]

[fortuneglass]

[Carly, for her part, moves as the crow flies, after the presentation. Which is to say, as a hummingbird. It is only the sight of Allen's shock of white hair that causes her to pause, stopping and hovering in place a moment before zooming down to take more human form again in a flurry of pixels and light.] Ahh, you came then...

[Was she hoping you forgot? Maybe. But she dug this hole, so...]

Ummm...well, if you want to know then, I guess we should sit down for it... [She does pause, however, in case it turns out he was just heading to HIS trailer or something.]

[showmystar]

[Her entrance has him surprised, but he's quick to recover. He's taking all this strangeness as it comes, now. Bring it on.

This doesn't feel right, though.]

Are you really okay with this? I hardly know you, and I don't want to make you too uncomfortable . . .

[fortuneglass]

[Well. She bites her lip, looking to the side.] Well....

...I won't be talking about everything..! [she insists.] Just...just the things that are important, right? And really, those are probably things that shouldn't get hidden...

[showmystar]

[Allen nods once, smiling in a way that he hopes is reassuring and warm.]

Alright. I appreciate it. Would you prefer your place, or mine?

[insidescoop]

Mnn...well, I don't actually know where yours is...so I guess if it's not far...

[..Yes about that.]

[showmystar]

Oh! I'm in number 22. [He thumbs over his shoulder] It's back a ways, but it's not far.

[awkward . . . pause . . .]

Shall we, then?

[insidescoop]

22? ...well, that's closer than mine then, so I guess that answers it...

Ah, you got everything settled in there though right??

[AT LEAST ENOUGH FOR TEA RIGHT???]

[showmystar]

Everything?

[If she means worldly possessions, she's got another thing coming. All he's got are clothes.]

I didn't come with much of anything. Don't worry, it's not too messy.

[fortuneglass]

Well yes! Things like food, any bedding you might have had to pick up...the stuff that isn't in the trailer right away, right?

[showmystar]

Oh. [Allen glanced down, a little embarrassed.] I have all the necessities, and plenty of food . . . I'm not sure if I have any drinks, though.

[fortuneglass]

Mnh...it might be better to come to my trailer then, [she decides seriously.] Having something to eat and drink makes all conversations a little better~

[showmystar]

[He lights up at that.] Definitely! [Maybe he should be hosting for people, too.]

After you.

[fortuneglass]

Alright~ Follow me! [She'll lead the other off then-it's a fairly nice, if not somewhat messy trailer that she's got. Once they come to the front, she'll show him in and lead him to the dining table. Not really much of a table at the sofa after all. Photographs and scraps of fabric are cleared away, and soon enough a kettle will be set to boil...

...And then they wait.] Okay..~ Tea will be great for making a talk like this easier...

...Yeah...

[showmystar]

Yeah . . . [Allen stares down at his lap, smiling idly.

Regretting Everything]

So, ah . . . you know what? [He looks up at her, horrified.] I don't think I actually asked for your name.

[fortuneglass]

Um! Well, I never asked about yours either, so~ [She waves a hand, but gives a slight bow.] Carly Nagisa..! And the demon in my shadow is the 'Earthbound God', Aslla Piscu..!

...Charmed, [The shadow mutters, blinking from below.]

[showmystar]

Ah-- [Allen gives her a hurried bow in return.] Allen Walker. It's good to meet you, officially.

[He cocks his head and shoots Aslla a sharp, too-polite smile.] You, too, Aslla. [Is that sarcasm he senses? Bro bring it]

[fortuneglass]

[See Aslla, he can be 'nice'. He's being 'nice' so hush.

And Carly for now, will explain.] Aslla Piscu is one of a few where I came from...they wake up every 5000 years, to fight someone called the Crimson Dragon and their Signers. Aslla and the other Earthbound Gods have to pick people that become Dark Signers to do it, so I was Aslla's...

If it weren't for us losing last time, we wouldn't be 'earthbound' in the first place... [the shadow grumbles, causing Carly to huff as she prepares mugs.]

That's hardly my fault..! That was 5000 years before me!!

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[whattaprick]

Hey, it's me. You got a minute to talk?