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[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

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. ]