[Staff: Off Duty]<br/><br/>The gates to the Carnival just opening, a lone figure strolls about casually amongst the fairway, nibbling on a delicious corndog. Clad in a yellow silk corset, matching skirt fluttering in the gentle winter breeze, Ophelia hunts for more mischief to be made, occasionally spotting the fairway games she has rigged earlier to either always win or always lose, the ghostly workers oblivious to her shenanigans. She has already established that the Madame is busy, her parlour locked, yet that didn't stop her from going in and pilfering a glass of fine wine, and leaving behind a note for the Madame. Merrily, the demon sits next to the Fossil Fueller and finishes her corndog, not having to attend to any meetings or guests for the moment.