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

[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]

[insidescoop]

Well....

...He's okay. [So Rude-no comment from Aslla though, and she looks down a little pityingly.] ...Aslla Piscu...once we go home, he'll be stuck underground, or even dead after all, so...

[Someone has a case of the Too Compassionates.]

[showmystar]

[Allen is usually afflicted by the same disease, but hatred for the demon in his head has blinded him. No sympathy for the devil, as it were. But seeing Carly care about a creature who effectively used her like that . . .

His eyes soften. They're helping each other out, huh . . . ?]

Maybe there's a way you both can live, once you return home.

[fortuneglass]

[They're really not, Allen. It's very parasitic.] Maybe...

It'd be nice if he could stop being such a grouch about being underground...

[showmystar]

Or stop being a grouch period. [smile smile smile]

[insidescoop]

Exactly~

[...No answer...] Ah... ...I should get the tea.

[showmystar]

Can I help?

[insidescoop]

Eh? [She pauses, already setting up tea-bags and the pot.] ...If you want~

[showmystar]

[And then they were awkward over tea like Everything Was Fine]