Waltz me into a stupor

Charlotte La Bouff, but you can call me Lottie. (I'm 22, though you really shouldn't ask a lady her age) I'm still in School, if you catch my drift. Keep an eye on your pockets and your heart, ladies and gents- Lottie's here to stay.

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A spot of bother

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I think so sugar, though I ain’t sure. I get my clothes dry cleaned so I have no reason to ever check! 

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Oh. Well I’ll still check. Aha, it looks like the pen should be fine to use… Here. Poke the stain a couple times and then scribble with the pen. It might take a bit to dry but at least your dress won’t be ruined!

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Oh my stars you’re a life saver sugar! It’s jus’ like magic! Can I thank you in some way, free drink on me? Say, I ain’t even asked your name, I ain’t usually so rude! Guess I was real frantic, my manners are my best feature. ‘Part from my hair, an’ my figure I guess... but yeah, what’s a sweet thing like you doin’ here in the freezin’ cold end of nowhere?

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No no I ain’t bothered with chargin’ them- jus’ wish I understood what they were arguin’ for…

Thanks sugar, its jus’ a bit of broken glass but the car won’t be safe for customers til it’s all cleaned up.

Yeah I’m jus’ swell -notices her finger- aw hell, I gotta little piece of glass in my finger…. I ain’t too keen on blood sarge, feelin’ real woozy…

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“Men are stupid.” She said. “They’ll find any reason to fight, I don’t even wanna get into the dumb alpha shit.” She cocked her head at the person cleaning up. “Yeah, that’ll be done and then I’ll make sure it’s all up before I leave you to the rest of your night.” 

Oh please don’t faint on her. “Wait, hold on, c’mere, don’t faint.” She held her hand out for Lottie’s. “Lemme see, I’ll get it out.”

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“Is it gonna hurt, I ain’t fond... of .... pain... Say Cal, my hearin’ has gone real fuzzy.”

Lottie reached out for the bar for support and missed, grabbing frantically with her unwounded hand for something to hold onto. Her sight had gone all black and tunnelly. There was glass in her hand. Glass. Hand. Ohhh there had better not be blood on her dress when she came to. Blackness engulfed her.

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Angel: You got into The School?

Lottie: What, like it’s hard?

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Clopin: What are you doing here?

Lottie: Running away from my problems.

Clopin: Come on in.

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❝I was beginning to think that wishing on stars was for babies.❞

LOTTIE FROM THE PRINCESS AND THE FROG

FC: Candice Accola

Age: 24

Birthday: August 19th, 1991

Job: The School

Gender Identity & Pronouns: Cis woman; she/her

Orientation: Heteroflexible

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Backstory:

Lottie can’t remember if someone has ever said no to one of her requests. Spoiled beyond measure by her daddy, she never wanted for anything as a child: the latest toy, the prettiest dress or cutest pet- she had them all.

However, there is a difference between being spoiled and being spoilt. As she grew, Lottie knew she was privileged, but unlike other girls of her class and status, she would never think of shunning those less fortunate than herself. Tiana is her best friend, and though Lottie can’t quite understand the appeal of slaving away in a sweaty kitchen, she’ll happily support her friend through thick and thin.

Lottie wants the best for everyone, and when no one is watching, she’ll fall back on her childhood habit of wishing on the evening star: for others and herself. When times get tough (and in the Carnival, boy, do they get tough sometimes) Lottie can usually see the bright side to the situation. Some would call it blind optimism, and not see past the blonde hair and big doe eyes, but those who know Lottie well know that she is stubborn as a mule and will MAKE the good happen whether it likes it or not. These same people also know that if Lottie can’t see a silver lining, then it is likely that the situation is very grave indeed.

Her smile is legendary in the Carnival, and it has been rumoured that one time she flashed a quick grin at an unsuspecting lad and he walked right into a tent pole. Her talents at the bar (other than being easy on the eye) include being able to make conversation with every punter. People gravitate to her because she just gets it. Sometimes it might take a minute to digest where the stranger is coming from, but Lottie is remarkably good at understanding people and their problems.

Her solutions are sometimes unorthodox (we won’t mention that time where she recommended kissing a frog to a lovesick girl- or the chaos that followed at the local reptile and amphibian centre) but her heart is in the right place. She feels a little conflicted sometimes about the vaguely dodgy way she earns her keep, especially if the person buying her drinks is nice or has had a hard time. However, these noble thoughts fly out the window as soon as a sleazeball offers her something more than just a Cosmopolitan- in those situations it is always wise to call for backup and if that fails, giving them drastically incorrect (i.e. barely any) change will suffice- a girl’s gotta live!

She isn’t quite sure sometimes why she still travels with the Carnival. It isn’t where she imagined she’s be by now: she’s missing a husband, a white picket fence and a golden retriever, but the Carnival allows her to be herself. That’s worth holding onto for just a little while longer, right sugar?

Life Under The Big Top:

Working at the Carnival, Lottie works for the School, though that’s kept hush hush between her and the other School members. She works in the bar mostly, because she realized that she was talented. She might not be like Tiana who could cook and get a ‘regular’ job but she could use her own charm and beauty to make a little money for herself by getting guys to buy her drinks (that goes right into the Carnival bank.) What? She’s not hurtin’ nobody.

Magic:

BLESSED: Lottie has the ability to enhance her appearance. She’s already a beautiful woman, but when she needs to do her job, she can make her eyes a little bluer or make it seem like her skin is shimmering or slightly alter her features. It’s nothing huge and nothing too appearance altering, just enhancing what she already has.

CURSED: When Lottie wishes on stars, she wishes with all her heart. And the wishes will come true. Only problem is, they never go as planned and probably end up making things worse than she wanted.

CHARLOTTE LA BOUFF IS TAKEN AND PLAYED BY CHARLOTTE. FACE CLAIM CHANGES ARE ACCEPTED FOR THIS CHARACTER.

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A spot of bother

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As usual, she moved immediately with him: when Clopin said he could fix things, it usually meant he could. “I sure wish that nothin’ happened when I turn down someone. Good job it was jus’ spilt wine this time.”

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He sighed, glancing back at her as they walked. “I wish that too. But apparently it cannot be so. You’re right though. Good thing it was only wine.” He beelined straight for his room, knowing that the solution was easily in there. He paused only for a moment to unlock the door and push it open, letting Lottie enter first before he shut it behind her. He pursed his lips, hesitating a moment to think.

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“Ain’t there a sayin’ about wishes an’ horses?” She knew she was rambling, but this was Clopin, and he wouldn’t judge her for it. She stepped up into his room and sank onto the bed, staring woefully at the stain. “It ain’t fair!” She burst out. “I ain’t earnin’ enough to suck up this treatment night after night! An’ its been happenin’ more an’ more recently.” She looked up at her pensive friend, bottom lip trembling a little, eyes watery.

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Ew no, I ain’t holding that, it reeks to high heaven! Oh Lord no, is something moving in there?!

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Oh my god don’t be such a baby. The bag’s full of mice so don’t drop it.

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MICE?!? Oh lord lord lord, please take this away please. I ain’t got anythin’ ‘gainst mice but I sure don’t want them this close to me! Why do you even have a bag of mice!

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A spot of bother

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Lord above, you’re a saviour sugar! Except it might be dry clean… can you check the label, it’s real awkward to reach it!

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Of course I can! Just turn around and I’ll check. It is on the back on the neck, right? 

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I think so sugar, though I ain’t sure. I get my clothes dry cleaned so I have no reason to ever check! 

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Jus’ a bar fight, nothin’ unusual. Other than the guys involved are regulars an’ usually real quiet. It’s funny, was jus’ wishin’ for a break and those two started brawlin’- got my break I guess..

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As long as it’s taken care of and you’re not hurt, then I guess it doesn’t need to go firther, unless you’re wantin’ to do somethin’ more about it?

Originally posted by danascullys

Well, good things come in weird packages, I guess. I’ll get this all cleaned up and make it look good as new, like nothin’ happened. -she peered over at Lottie- you’re alright, right?

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No no I ain’t bothered with chargin’ them- jus’ wish I understood what they were arguin’ for...

Thanks sugar, its jus’ a bit of broken glass but the car won’t be safe for customers til it’s all cleaned up.

Yeah I’m jus’ swell -notices her finger- aw hell, I gotta little piece of glass in my finger.... I ain’t too keen on blood sarge, feelin’ real woozy...

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A spot of bother

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“Since you’re not bein’ any help then yeah I will have to. So this is what a gal gets for askin’ for help. Lord, how much would it cost you to have a little sympathy! An’ politeness while we’re here.”

“I don’t know who you are or what you do, but I sure hope it ain’t customer relations.”

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“Sympathy? For having wine spilled on your dress? No thanks, I’ll pass.”

“Trust me, it ain’t customer relations.”

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“But it ain’t my fault! Lord, this is like talkin’ to a mules behind.”

“Good, you’d be doin’ the carnival no favours. Y’know, I’ve tried bein’ nice, but I jus’ might have to report you! For...for... for unhelpfulness!!”

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A spot of bother

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Lottie paused for a moment in her anxious flapping. “Club Soda? Sugar, I ain’t ever heard of that solution. It ever worked for you?” The stain was so so red, and she was so so dead if she didn’t get back to the bar in the next half hour.

“Club soda gets red wine out of fabrics. Pour the soda over the stain, let it bubble then keep pouring until the red is gone. My mother used it when I dumped four bottles of red wine on to her favorite Oscar De La Renta white dress and it got it out of her Prada shoes. I was disappointed, but it does work.” 

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“Oooh I do love a piece of de la Renta! Do you happen to have any of her pieces? I love my designers- Gucci girl myself!”

“Sorry sugar, went on a real tangent there! Club soda. Ok. Where can I get club soda?  An’ also, why in heaven would you dump red wine on perfectly good Prada?”

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Send a space thing for questions

Planets: Life

Mercury: What’s your full name? 

Venus: What’s your first language? 

Earth: Where’s your home? 

Mars: What’s your sexuality? 

Jupiter: Do you have any siblings? 

Saturn: Any pets? 

Uranus: What’s your hobby? 

Neptune: When’s your birthday? 

Pluto: What time is it right now where you are? 

Moon: What are you currently studying/hope to study? 

Stars: Experiences

Sun: Have you ever had alcohol? 

Sirius: Have you ever failed a class? 

Rigel: Have you ever gone on a rollercoaster? 

Deneb: Have you ever been out of your home country? 

Arcturus: Have you cried out of something other than sadness? 

Betelgeuse: What’s something you can never forget about? 

Aldebaran: What’s something you care desperately about? 

Canopus: Have you ever broken a bone? 

Bellatrix: Have you ever been forced to lie/keep a secret? 

Alphard: Have you ever lost a friend?

Vega: What’s something you’ve done that you wish you hadn’t? 

Constellations: Favourites

Centaurus: Favourite holiday?

Orion: Favourite month?

Cassiopeia: Favourite book?

Delphinus: Favourite study?

Hercules: Favourite instrument?

Gemini: Favourite song?

Pegasus: Favourite place to be?

Libra: Favourite colour? 

Phoenix: Favourite thing to wear?

Aries: Favourite movie? 

Cygnus: Favourite weather? 

Hydra: Favourite sound? 

Galaxies: Love/Friends  

Milky Way: Who’s your oldest friend?  

Andromeda: Do you consider yourself social? 

Black Eye Galaxy: Do you believe in love at first sight? 

Cartwheel Galaxy: When was your first kiss? 

Cigar Galaxy: How’s your flirting skills? 

Comet Galaxy: Have you ever had to leave a relationship because someone changed too much? 

Pinwheel Galaxy: Would you date the last person you talked to? 

Sombrero Galaxy: Do you have a crush right now? 

Bode’s Galaxy: Have you ever had a secret admirer? 

Sunflower Galaxy: Would you date/make friends with someone out of pity? 

Tadpole Galaxy: Would you deny a relationship/friendship? 

Whirlpool Galaxy: Have you ever cried over a breakup? 

Other stuff: Wishes 

Comet: What’s your big dream? 

Asteroid: What does your dream life look like? 

Meteor: What’s something you wish you could tell, but can’t? 

Nebula: If you could undo one thing in your life, what would it be? 

Shooting Star: If you could bring back one thing, what would it be? 

Pulsar: What do you hope to do in the next 10 years? 

Supernova: What’s one thing you want to do before you die? 

Quasar: If you could spend the rest of your life with only one person, who would it be? 

Wormhole: What’s something you wish would happen, but know won’t? 

Black Hole: What’s the last thing you want to see? 

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Here, hold this a second

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Ew no, I ain’t holding that, it reeks to high heaven! Oh Lord no, is something moving in there?!

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A spot of bother

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“There’s no call to be so sassy, sugar, I ain’t the one at fault here. It’s a workin’ requirement to look nice- get’s customers to open their wallets.”

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“First of all, it’s a working requirement to look nice not wear your favorite dress. You knew the risks, and you took them. You chose to wear your dress on your own so you can get the stain out on your own.”

“And second of all, there’s always a call to be sassy.”

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“Since you’re not bein’ any help then yeah I will have to. So this is what a gal gets for askin’ for help. Lord, how much would it cost you to have a little sympathy! An’ politeness while we’re here.”

“I don’t know who you are or what you do, but I sure hope it ain’t customer relations.”

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A spot of bother

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“Oh Clopin, sugar, I’m in a real flap. Some guy knocked wine into me on the bar, an’ now its all down my front, an’ I’m takin’ a break to sort in when I shouldn’t, an’ I haven’t got a spare work dress- oh Lord!”

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He glanced up and down at the dress again, then reached out and grabbed her hand. “Come with me– I can fix this.”

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As usual, she moved immediately with him: when Clopin said he could fix things, it usually meant he could. “I sure wish that nothin’ happened when I turn down someone. Good job it was jus’ spilt wine this time.”

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“Holy damn, what happened here?”

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Jus’ a bar fight, nothin’ unusual. Other than the guys involved are regulars an’ usually real quiet. It’s funny, was jus’ wishin’ for a break and those two started brawlin’- got my break I guess..