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.

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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!!

[showmystar]

Wait, so . . . a group of gods stuck on Earth pulled you into their fight?

[He's a little blown away at that. Why would anyone fight for a god they didn't know? Any god, really. He just doesn't get it.]

Did you have a choice in the matter?

[fortuneglass]

Umm, stuck IN the earth! They were buried underground, beneath the Nazca Lines in Peru! [And boy the world flipped when those lines briefly vanished...

As for choice... She. Well. Carly chews her lip.] Ah...well...

...Th-The thing is...

It was a contract. She was dying, and I offered her a second chance in exchange for her cooperation.

[Carly merely nods to this, but it seems like there might be more, given how quiet she is about it.]

[showmystar]

I see. [Allen's expression sobers, a shadow falling over his face. Maybe that's why his eye is reacting . . . He lifts a hand to cover his left eye.] Not much of a choice, is it?

[It's not fair. It's not fair at all. Of course a human would choose life, same as they would choose to see their passed loved one if given the chance . . . and the world punishes them for it.

They may have chosen this path, but now they're stuck on it, for better or worse. He might be able to say he knows the feeling, at least a little.]

[insidescoop]

Y...Yeah...

[Well.] But, that doesn't matter now actually..! The contract is technically broken! We lost! [she explains, the shadow grumbling bitterly.] I mean...I think right now I need him to survive, since I'm still undead... [She laughs rather nervously, coughing before she moves on.] But once I go home, the Crimson Dragon is apparently making a move to revive me and the other Dark Signers...so I made my contract to make sure not to forget all of that!

[showmystar]

Wait, so . . . [He drops his hand to his lap] you made another contract with Aslla, or the Ringmaster? Are you going to have to fight again?

[This is so confusing!]

[insidescoop]

Of course not..!!

I made a contract with the Ringmaster, after the carnival showed up in the Netherworld! I was going to ask to be back with Jack again, but she said I was already going to be revived, just without memories...so I asked for the memories instead. That's what my first year of work was for!

[showmystar]

Oh, okay. [He lets out a relieved breath. That's definitely a much better situation than he had imagined.] And Aslla, you're happy with him? Is he nice to you?

[because gurl he's already thinking on how to expel your demon and still keep you alive]