147 - [Carnival Filter]

[gimmethemap]

Goddamnit.

Looks like that storm that hit us back in Stoolbend did a number on our tapestries. Girls, when you're done with rehearsals, take a break and get to mending them. We're not starting the show tonight looking like we've never made money doing this before.

Tents up, but there's only one guy building the stage -- so I need a few more rousties in here helping him and one to fix a few of the lights.

Cooch don't sell in the dark.

Leia, where is your brother?

(ooc: Morgan, one of a husband/wife barker duo for the Cooch Dancers -- one of which is their daughter, Laura, the rest of which are Leia (her husband's sister) and Leia's daughters. This was not uncommon back in the old days. For added effect (and why she's not in the show herself) she has a brace on one of her legs from taking a bullet to the knee and can't actually dance anymore. She...is also kinda bossy no matter what her form. And annoyed at setbacks -- noting that when she's annoyed that Jim Kirk stops being her husband and becomes her sister-in-law's brother instead.)

Comments

[willkissawookie.livejournal.com]

We'll find the thread as soon as we can, Morgan. I'm afraid I've gone and lost it.

[Because she's totally not letting her daughter take a hit.]

[gimmethemap]

Use my kit. Should be in the bottom left of my trunk.

[willkissawookie.livejournal.com]

Sure thing. And I ain't see Jim 'round nowhere since this mornin'. Might be in town gettin' stuff.

[intofireforever]

C'mon, Ma, do we have to?

[gimmethemap]

You want your mother to climb up there herself?

[intofireforever]

[mumblemumble] ...No.

[gimmethemap]

There's a girl. It'll be done in no time.

have a filthy, unwashed roustie

[paradoxlol]

Yeah, yeah, I'm comin'.

[SNORT.] But if you think cooch won't sell in the dark, then you don't know shit about these small town yokels.

[gimmethemap]

They're not payin' fifty cents at the curtain to use their imaginations, Artie.

[paradoxlol]

Pffth, all they need is to catch a glimpse of leg, and they'll be satisfied customers. More'n they'll get from their fat wives.

[gimmethemap]

It ain't their legs they're paying to see.

[gotgirlballs.livejournal.com]

I'll get on stage-duty soon.

[DENISE IS A ROUSTIE. AND MANLIER THAN USUAL.]

[gimmethemap]

Thanks, Mahoney.

[gotgirlballs.livejournal.com]

Yeah, yeah.

What, the guy already there stickin' his thumbs up his ass instead'a buildin'? I could'a had that stage done ten minutes ago.

[gimmethemap]

It's not a one-person job, y'know.

[gotgirlballs.livejournal.com]

Not if you're a wussbag, it ain't.

[ichoosefight.livejournal.com]

Yes ma'am. We'll get right on it.

[gimmethemap]

There's my girl.

[ichoosefight.livejournal.com]

[ She'll be sneaking off into town after the show~ ]

[inhumandog.livejournal.com]

Always something to do.

[Iago goes by Virgil. And he sometimes helps out...but he's also usually lazy.]

[gimmethemap]

Thanks, Virg.

[namorofthesea.livejournal.com]

I will be right there.

[gimmethemap]

Much appreciated.

[outgrew_cosplay]

Yeah, yeah, I was already headin' there. Don't worry, it'll be up before long.

[gimmethemap]

Never do, Duff.

[una_persson]

Yes ma'am. Oh, and two of the prop chairs have broken legs. Thought you oughtta know.

two can play at this game, wife :|

[captain-jtkirk.livejournal.com]

He's wondering where the charming, beautiful woman he married went. Have you seen her?

Re: two can play at this game, wife :|

[gimmethemap]

She took a powder, I hear. Met Charlie Chaplin at the last township and got swept clean off her feet.

Loves a man who can make her laugh, I'm told. She didn't stand a chance.

[captain-jtkirk.livejournal.com]

Drat. I always knew I'd lose to Charlie Chaplin someday. I just didn't think it would hurt this bad.

[gimmethemap]

It's that teeny tiny mustache, I think.

[captain-jtkirk.livejournal.com]

I can't even grow a teeny tiny mustache. Oh the heartache. Oh the insult to manhood.

I think I'll go give myself to the lions now.

[gimmethemap]

So the girls are out of the cart, tent and stage are underway, and there's a nice breeze out today. What say you knock off from lunch early, come in for a little mid-afternoon siesta, and then we'll see if I can't talk her into coming back? Old time's sake.

[captain-jtkirk.livejournal.com]

And suddenly I've lost my appetite for food and all I have now is an burning desire to win my dear wife back.

[gimmethemap]

I've got a good feeling about your chances.

spam/assume/whatever?

[captain-jtkirk.livejournal.com]

Praise the good lord.

I'm easy either way

[gimmethemap]

Don't keep her waiting.

to spam then!

[captain-jtkirk.livejournal.com]

I would never dare.

[Though since mid-afternoon is not really a specific time period, he wanders in sometime in that vicinity but it's totally cool to say that he was way late.]

Spam

[gimmethemap]

[She kind of expects it by this point and is sitting on their bed and unlacing her boots. Her right leg lays at an odd angle, laying straight instead of bent at the knee, the metal and leather bindings over her pant leg keeping it in place. She glances up, smiles knowingly.]

Don't usually entertain before a show. Y'ain't even seen me dance yet.

Spam

[captain-jtkirk.livejournal.com]

I've just got a feeling about you. My heart's a-fluttering. It's like a sign. [Jim approaches her, smiling, and leans over to give her a kiss.] "Besides, I think you might be the mother of my child. So, I'm wooed."

Spam

[gimmethemap]

Well then -- [She catches the front of his shirt with a hand to keep him there a moment] -- y'got proof of that? [Smiling, just barely a breath away]

Spam

[captain-jtkirk.livejournal.com]

[He tips his head to the side slightly, bracing his arms against the bed on either side of her.]

There's five dollars in my pocket.

Spam

[gimmethemap]

[She raises an eyebrow] Sawbuck gets you a toss. Not a fiver. [Smirk.] But y'know, I think I might cut you a deal.

Spam

[captain-jtkirk.livejournal.com]

Even without a teeny tiny mustache? My lucky day.

Spam

[gimmethemap]

I know. Serious charity I'm giving you here. [glance] But I figure -- hey, he's got a cute tush. Can't be too bad, can he?

Spam

[captain-jtkirk.livejournal.com]

I knew that's why you married me. [Jim pushed another kiss to her mouth, nudging her back on the bed.]

Spam - How is this the first time I've ever used this stupid icon? :|

[gimmethemap]

[She lay back, a laugh rising up in her throat. She wasn't quick to let go of the front of his shirt, bringing him down with her.]

Spam - IDK MORGAN'S LIFE IS SAD :C

[captain-jtkirk.livejournal.com]

[He let her pull him down with her, settling his knees on the bed, careful to position himself around her busted knee. It's kind of like second nature at this point to work around it.

AAAND fading to black for this afternoon delight.]

[subtlescience]

Always so ladylike.

The usual amount?

[Guess who makes the morning-after potions. -.-]

[gimmethemap]

How much do I owe you?