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| {{CharacterBio | color = #06A610 | picture = unknown.jpg | name = Mommy Fortuna | age = ?? | race = Human(?) | affiliation = None | status = Unknown | caption = Is this a Fortuna?}} | | {{CharacterBio | color = #06A610 | picture = fortuna.jpg | name = Mommy Fortuna | age = ?? | race = Human(?) | affiliation = None | status = Unknown | caption = }} |
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| | A proclaimed old woman, who is called Mommy by several children in her charge. |
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| ==World Notes== | | ==World Notes== |
| ===Child Labor=== | | ===[[Child Labor]]=== |
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| '''Year 349'''
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| The poles were going up now; ropes lashed around them pulled
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| them upright and tethered them there to support the garishly-
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| colored sheets of canvas that would soon be hoisted. The sky
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| was gray, meek, and cloudy, and though the airship hovering
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| overhead was pitch-black and very distinctive, the blandness of
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| the skyscape practically swept it under the ocular rug.
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| "Lee-Lee?"
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| "Yes Mommy?"
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| The wizened hag hobbled her way around the steel cage between
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| her and her object of conversation. "Lee-Lee!!"
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| "YES, MOMMY? I'm right here!"
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| The hag rubbed her gnarled, liver-spotted hands
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| together irritably. "Don't snap at me, child ... You're in no
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| position."
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| "You're right, as usual."
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| "Mmm, yes, I am. Quit dawdling and tell Fu to feed the animals." As the young girl
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| nonchalantly walked off, the old hag again rubbed her knobby
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| fingers over each other. (Mmm... yes... I think this one will
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| do...)
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| "Ming! Ling!"
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| "Yes Mommy?" "Yes Mommy?"
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| "Are you prepared for opening night?"
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| Both girls giggled at this query, clearly amused. "We're always the first ones
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| ready."
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| "But, we're short an emcee still."
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| This seemed to give the hag some pause. She opened her mouth to speak, but waved
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| them off, trudging off mid-sentence.
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| More of the steel cages were being rolled in now; soon, this
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| entire lot would be set up and ready for the show. Satisfied,
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| from her low vantage point (for Mommy Fortuna was not only very
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| short but also very hunched over) she attempted to survey the
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| adjacent zone - the fairway.
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| "Hrmph. Got to tell that stupid child to make cuter dolls.
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| NORMAL Children don't want these creepy things..." One brittle
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| finger poked experimentally at the morbid doll hanging from the
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| prize booth wall. "Mmm, no, this simply won't do. Where am I to
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| find an Emcee before opening night...? Useless children."
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