[20, Video/Action, SO OTA YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW.]

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[The comm bursts to life with a blast of jazz music, broadcasting all across the school. Lottie appears on the screen, seemingly quite tipsy and in very good humor. She was decked out in a very special outfit, the flask in her garter visible, and perhaps a little more outlandish and… burlesque… than most people would expect from her. To go along

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[OHO, this is SO action.]

[bffsonotherside]

[AND WHA-BAM. IN A BURST OF SMOKE AND FIREWORKS, IT'S FACILIER. And he is decked head to toe in his very finest -- rings on his fingers, his top hat and shoes freshly shined, a glittering purple jacket, and a skull mask obscuring the top half of his face. Not that anyone wouldn't know who he was, strutting around like he owned the place, twirling his walking stick.

YES, Facilier is certainly in his element. Good news for him, potentially abysmal news for you.]

[UNF, er, I mean HIDE YO KIDS.]

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[Lottie was just about to applaud his display---

Wait. Tall. Sort of stringy. Cane. Tophat. And the same mask he may or may not have worn to her last Mardi Gras ball.

CRAP.

And this is Lottie turning her back and ignoring Facilier, giving out beads and chatting up a storm with anyone but him.]

[bffsonotherside]

Oh, Lottie.

[And suddenly he's behind you, walking stick posed in front of him like some sort of sinister ringleader.]

Don' you look ravishing this evening. A very happy Mardi Gras to you.

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Shadowman.

[She tries to ignore him best as possible as she throws beads out into the crowd. Of course, in her tipsy state, she can't really keep her big mouth shut for too terribly long.]

Sure hope you don't have anythin' planned t'ruin my Mardi Gras this year. [Wow... has it really been a whole year already since the "frog fiasco" and getting cursed? ...Time sure flies.]

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[sadsadclown]

[Worried clown face appears on screen. Seeing Lottie like this is quite jarring for him.]

M-Miss Charlotte...? Are ya'll all right?

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'Course I am! Couldn't be bettah! Why? You want t'come out and get some beads, or should I save a few for you for latah?

[Even a very tipsy Lottie knew Chuckles may not feel quite up for such festivities quite yet, not after his ordeal.]

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[sadsadclown]

[He just keeps staring, confused. He's never actually seen a drunk person before, what with kids usually being the only humans toys are around.]

Ya sure ya ain't sick, Miss Charlotte? Yer kinda swayin' there.

N-no... tha's alright. I think I'm j-just gonna stick here in the library fer a while...

[Translation: "I'm never stepping outside again, ever."]

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Not at all! I'm jus' dancin' in these heels... maybe that's what you're seein'.

And alrigh'. I'll make sure t'save you some beads then! I think you can see from th'windahs if you want t'people watch us all, though!

ACTION!

[fellking]

[He's going to ignore the broadcast because he's out and about because Mardis Gras means he can get drunk and not feel guilty. While he's nowhere near as dressy as Facilier, Xaldin is still dressed rather nicely. He also has an alcoholic beverage in his hand as he searches for anything remotely combustible.

Guess who's making fireworks, Academy?]

ACTION!

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[And over runs Lottie, jumping around him and putting multicolored beads around his neck.]

Happy Mardi Gras, Mistah!

[fellking]

[He'll laugh rather warm-heartedly if that's possible for Xaldin.]

Thank you, Madame. May your evening be pleasant.

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[We'll pretend it is. And if not, Lottie's too tipsy and happy to notice. Lottie grins back at him, maybe giving him a playful hip bump nudge.]

You too, Mistah! 'Membah not t'let th'spirits get you though!

[ACTION. >8C]

[t1ghtly_w0und]

[Cogsworth is not outside because he wants to celebrate Mardi Gras. That holiday always sounded like something more up Lumiere's alley, anyway.

No, he's got something on his mind other than merri-making. L-lottie, what are you even wearing..?]

Young lady.

[ACTION. dealwithit.gif B|]

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Hi Mistah Cogsworth! Here! Have some beads!

[Lottie takes a handful for the colorful necklaces, and tries her best to put them around Cogsworth. Which is sort of hard, considering he doesn't have a real neck.]

[ACTION. >8/]

[t1ghtly_w0und]

[The beads just sort of.. slide off with an emberassing clatter.]

Mrs. Lottie!! What's this all about?!

[ACTION. B< Easy there, pops.]

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Oh, don't you know 'bout Mardi Gras? It's jus' one of th'bes' holidays evah next t'Christmas and Halloween!

[Poor, tipsy thing doesn't get it.]

[ACTION, YEAH!]

[merlinianblood]

[Dave has decided that he doesn't give a hot damn about anything right now. Drake's here? Jane's upset? Balthazar is still a jerk? LIFE IS STUPID? WHO CARES. IT'S MARDI GRAS. no alcohol was involved with this decision... okay maybe a little

He wants some beads.

Acquiring beads involves flashing people, right? Or does that only apply to the ladies?

Oh, right. Dave doesn't care. YEAAAAAAH.

LOOK OUT. There is officially a scrawny, extremely pale flasher on the loose.]

[ACTION, YEAH! HOTDAMN, SON.]

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[Were Lottie not intoxicated, nor used to the rowdy behavior of the different social classes during the parades back home, she'd be positively mortified by Dave's display.

However, seeing as neither of those are the case, she's hootin' and hollerin', cheering him on like the tipsy schoolgirl that she is.]

Whoopie! That's how you do it, sugah!

[Lottie tosses some beads at him, using just a little bit of her super strength accidentally so that they'd travel farther and make it to Dave. Lucky for him, it was only a little bit; the beads wont hurt on impact~.]

[AW YEAH.]

[merlinianblood]

[YEAH LOTTIE YOU KNOW YOU LIKE THAT MANLY WOLF PAW TATTOO ON DAVE'S CHEST. UNF.

He catches the beads and lets his shirt fall, then beams at her, oblivious to the super-ness.] Sweet!

[UNTZ UNTZ UNTZ UNTZ]

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[Damn right, she does! Takes a real man to be strapped down and attacked by a needle!]

Nice drawin' you got there, darlin'.