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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eyyyyyyyyyyyyy

[fortuneglass]

[It's hard to hear when your ears are submerged. Everything sounds like rumbling, and with her eyes squeezed quite shut for now, she's certainly not about to see anything at all. What those hooves MAY disturb however, are something a little more precious-something she's had Nuna watching, as the marowak starts frantically gathering papers up before they can blow away. (And giving the radio there a good kick while she's at it. Thanks Nuna.)

Most of them start the same, if Lambert catches a glance at them-'Dear Jack', most begin, followed by things like- 'I don't know how this will get to you', or 'I really hope we can send letters from this place!' or 'It probably won't be too rude to write letters in a castle right...' or '....I don't know if I'm going to see you again.'

Mostly it's all very sentimental stuff that won't matter at all. Really all that Does matter is that there's a glowing light 'pancake' in the middle of the lake, occasionally sniffing and clutching a water floaty that somehow managed to not melt in the process of getting it steamed up.]

[whattaprick]

[ It would be ideal, probably, to avoid each other until they get there. Lambert has no interest in apologizing for speaking his mind, and he assumes Carly is of much the same mind. When she doesn't react to his presence, that seems a sign to leave well enough alone.

Butcher has other ideas. Attracted by the light shimmering in the middle of the pond, and the unfamiliar Pokemon, he breaks away from Pig and Lambert -- to the accompaniment of the witcher swearing and redirecting the Mudsdale's course -- which only makes those papers scatter more, of course. ]

Butcher! Leave it! [ Lambert snaps, slipping off Pig's back to chase after the little shit. ]

[fortuneglass]

MNGHH- [The shouting is only the start of what does it, but the sound of splashing and yelping-that's another thing. Nuna is scrambling to keep things under control, yelping at the ground pokemon in protest, and now Lambert has been added into the mix-

But as Carly flails in the water and turns to face the group, it doesn't seem as though she's still angry.

If anything she looks ashamed, her face heating up and glowing a brilliant orange to rival the rest of her light, and her eyes threatening to shine with another wash of tears.

For a moment she considers not going to shore at all.

....Eventually however, she sees fit to come nearer to the shoreline, still cradling her floatie in her arms. (It looks a bit like an inflatable cat.)]

....I... ...I didn't expect to see anyone, out here, [She admits quietly, voice strained once again with something far from anger.]

[whattaprick]

[ Lambert, having finally wrestled his arms around the rebel Mudbray to keep it from trampling the letters into the mud, is more or less caught off guard by Carly speaking up. He eyes her warily, like he's measuring up whether or not he should expect a fireball to the face very shortly, but when none seem to be forthcoming, he relaxes a bit.

Though that's not saying much. ]

Most people are probably getting to leave. [ Lambert shrugs. Much like he and Carly should be, probably. ]

[fortuneglass]

Mm....r...right. ....We can probably bring...a few things at least, for while we're there I suppose, [she admits. Dinner isn't for at least a little longer though, so she should be able to do...a few things in the wardrobe tent, right?

She is quiet, but in her silence she realizes what the mudbray is after, and yelps-] AHHH!! Th-The letters..! [She squeaks, hurriedly rushing over to save what she can. Her hands shake as she holds the papers, the woman winding up on her knees in order to gather them, and her lip trembles as she re-reads what isn't covered in dirt. These are...at least half ruined, but then again she had long since decided these wouldn't work for letters, right?

...right.. ...?

She swallows, still looking away from Lambert in shame.] ....E...earlier... [She starts, somehow keeping her voice up enough to be heard.] I... ...when I said all of that...

[whattaprick]

[ In his arms, the Mudbray stirs; Lambert grunts and shifts his grip on it to keep it from squirming away. This is exactly the conversation he didn't want to be caught in; he neither wants Carly's apologies nor plans on giving his own, so in an attempt to derail Carly feeling bad for anything before she can even begin, he looks at the letters at her hand pointedly, instead. ]

What are those for, anyway? [ He asks, loudly. ] It's not like you could send them, wherever he is.

[ Just keep that winning streak up, Lambert, you're doing great. ]

[insidescoop]

[Honestly, it almost works-she's so thrown off she freezes, stunned and even bristling, a few sparks of fire coming off her shoulders in turn. But instead of chewing him out about the letters, Carly manages to clench her jaw and hold focus.] ....I'm apologizing..! [she snaps, breathing deep.]

....I said all those things...but I'm no better! I was worse, even..! And I still don't know why I got this role...I still don't know how I can be in...in charge of anything, and..!

[....]

....You're better at it than I... ...Than I said you were, [she says quietly, looking away.] ....even though we fought, there was...still a lot of others who were asking things, and you kept them in good spirits.

....

...it's better than what I've done so far.

i'm sorry he's so useless carly YOU DESERVE BETTER

[whattaprick]

[ Damn, plan foiled. After his failed attempt to divert the conversation, Lambert just looks increasingly uncomfortable as Carly goes on, but even he has more sense to interrupt at this point. It's only when she seems to be done that he finally speaks up. ]

Whatever. If being yelled at bothered me, I wouldn't have taken the job.

[ He scowls, looking away with a huff. Look, people apologizing for yelling at him or freaking out just generally doesn't happen in his experience. It's weird, so he's just going to ignore that part as hard as he can (especially since he has no idea if she's waiting for him to say something similar) and move on. ]

You're in charge for the same reason I am: because you accepted it. You can either keep sitting here feeling sorry for yourself, or suck it up and make sure everyone in this damn Carnival at least looks good before they piss themselves in front of the Prince.

[ Never let it be said that Lambert is too nice of a guy. ]

weeps,,,

[fortuneglass]

[Well. Fine then, Lambert. You're going to play hardball, SHE'S GOING TO PLAY HARDBALL.]

...Then you can keep pretending it doesn't matter to you, [she cuts back, her tone briefly going to steel again.] ...I don't plan on failing with my job-taking a few minutes to calm down doesn't ruin that, and the others have to finish with them first anyway.

But if I'm out here feeling sorry for myself, what were you doing up there, instead of helping with everyone then? [....She shouldn't shout. She shouldn't, and she looks away again.] ...I meant what I said.

...but you could still use a softer edge sometimes, [she adds, picking up her things to go.]

[whattaprick]

That's more like it, and Lambert smirks like he's won a victory, gaze flicking back to Carly's face. Sympathy, softness ... he's no good at those things. ]

That's what you and everyone else are for.

[ Making up for what Lambert desperately lacks. He can't change himself that easily, that quickly. He's not used to blunting his edges for people who won't or can't push back. But as to Carly's question, he pauses, clearly thinking over his answer, before he finally responds: ]

There's nothing I can teach them in a few hours that will help. [ On closer inspection, he seems slightly damp. Even more strangely, the faint smell of smoke and flame clings to him. The Mudbray nickers in protest, squirming again, and he rolls his eyes and finally releases it. Immediately, it scuttles over to Pig, knocking into its mother's legs. ]

And I was putting Pig and Butcher through their paces. Doubt they're getting much exercise there. [ Earth shaking horse and a house probably full of super breakable things? A disaster waiting to happen. ]

[fortuneglass]

And sometimes, just like you won't always be here when we need to get tough, we won't always be there when things shouldn't be, [she adds, but she leaves it at that. She can't complain about the horses, she certainly isn't going to 'insist' there's something he can do... ...They'll have to leave things at this.

There's nothing else that Can be done.]

...I'll see you later, [she says after a moment.] ...Probably at that...castle.

[whattaprick]

Yeah.

[ Lambert nods, simply. They both know what needs to be done, even if they have radically different views of how to go about it. ]

Be ready for anything.

[ As close to a 'take care' as he can get. ]