{ w h o } Evelyn and Charlotte { w h a t }Damsel in distress! Sort of. { w h e n } Monday afternoon { w h e r e } Sideshow { r a t i n g }G { status } Complete
The mud was simply everywhere.
The meager crowds Evelyn could deal with-- a bad week now just meant working a little harder next week, and she had certain tricks up her sleeve if things got particularly bad. And the people who did come in were more likely to linger in the tents of the sideshow than wander the rainy midway.
The mud she couldn't deal with as well.
Evelyn hovered near the entrance of the tent and peered out at the muck, at the carnies and roustabouts who tramped through it in boots and soaking rolled cuffs. She'd brought boots to change into, if she absolutely had to, and she could carry out her shoes. She had an umbrella that was actually sturdy, as well, and not the flimsy parasol she usually carried. If worst came to absolute worst, like her tent collapsed or lightning struck or something.
But if there was any other way on earth to get around, Evelyn was not compromising her outfit. She'd find someone to put some boards down. Someone to put a damn tightrope up and teach her to walk it. Maybe she could just wait it right out. How long could it possibly rain?