Does anyone know what will become of our daemons when the Carnival leaves?
[There is a thread of anxiousness in Blue's usually calm tone.]
Somebody needs to get this fucking bracer off of me.
[His voice is... different. Instead of his usual nearly sing-song nature, there's a sharp edge to it, his words spoken more quickly than usual.]
If you think you can make this thing happen, let me know, because I'm out of ideas over here.
[ And now for something unrelated to Pokemon, faeries, and even Greysol, delivered in his more or less constant deadpan, as if this news, in particular, is somehow as exciting as watching paint dry. ]
If you are a carnival worker who has been given an extra job under the Acquisitioner, I would highly suggest answering this as soon as you possibly can. Failing that, I will come find you.
[ Definitely not a threat... right? It doesn't sound like one, honestly, but considering he can show up anywhere that has enough shadows in it, well... ]
For the rest of you, and assuming there are some who are new among you, this is John Childermass. I've been promoted from magician to a supervisory role. If you are in need of something being collected for you that the carnival is currently unable to provide, submit a request through your supervisor.
If you are lacking in one, we can work something else out. [ And here, there's a pause. A very, very short one, but one nonetheless. ] Assuming, of course, that you aren't a blatant troublemaker or asking for anything ridiculous.
[ That's all, folks. You are now free to continue on with your day. ]
Nightrider Lambert here. In case you haven't heard by now: the things on Kerner Island eat settled daemons. So find somewhere else to take a daytrip. If you go anyway, do me a favor and keep your radio on you. That way we can all hear what it sounds like when a soul gets eaten.
[ He's about to leave it on that cheerfully sarcastic note, but then the faint sound of a female voice chimes in, scolding. For those who've met her, they'll recognize it as Lambert's daemon, the golden-eyed polecat that wears a hawk's shape outside the carnival. ]
Lambert! You didn't have to say it like that!
[ It doesn't seem to shame him one bit, though, since Lambert's going to keep right on talking: ]
For those of you whose daemon hasn't settled yet, that doesn't mean you get to be an idiot about going out there. Slipping and breaking your neck would be a stupid way to die. That said, if you're interested in doing some nightrunner work--
Come find us! [ The daemon interrupts again, louder this time, and there's a brief sound of a scuffle before her voice finally comes through loud and clear. Now it's Lambert who sounds more distant (and distinctly annoyed), though she talks right over him. ] We've got a map and other things you can use!
[ ooc: Lambert and his daemon will both be replying to his post (and probably fighting over the radio button, honestly). For ease of clarity, her responses will be in italics! ]
[Taako sounds... tired. He's obviously trying his best to sound like he's fine, though, despite how clear it is that he hasn't been resting well.]
Hey, so, uh... weird question. Has anybody else been having, uh... dreams lately? Like, weird ones, you know, with people you know and things like that, but... they feel super real?
[More like a memory.
Uh. I know I don't usually ask about this sort of thing-- or, uh, anything at all-- but it's getting kind of hard to function, and, like... I've got a job I'm supposed to be doing, I guess, so if anybody knows what's going on, it'd be pretty chill if you could give me a hand with clearing my head over here. I figure this is definitely some kind of weird magic bullshit or something, right?
[Scout is not entirely sure how to address the carnival like this, so there's a self-conscious sense to her voice.]
They're breeding, so we should probably get this done. If you brought an animal home from Alola, come share what it is so we know if there's any likelihood of it pairing off. Pokemon aren't speciated like normal animals. There are these broad categories they fit into where they can interbreed. This will result in an egg that will be like its mother, not a hybrid or something new.
I'm Scout, I have a togetic named Thranta. She'd be in two breeding groups, "flying" and "fairy", so she's compatible with anything in either of those if the sexes match. Right now I don't think she's that interested, but if I let her progress into her next instar maybe that'd change?
I can't tell you don't go out and encourage them, but you really should be careful and consider if you can handle a second or third animal. This isn't Alola and you can't just release them if you're tired of them.
[ After all that super serious fae speculation, surely the Nightrider would have something important to say, right? Of course he doesn't. ]
All right, so which of you jokers put an egg in Pig's pen?
[ If he sounds faintly annoyed, it's because he is. ]
Now I can't get her out of there -- and before you ask, yes, I tried putting her back in the ball, and then she tried stepping on my head. Obviously, I'm just a little concerned why my horse has decided to try and hatch whatever this is-- [ He breaks off midway, yelling away from the radio. ]
Hey! Baker! I told you to leave that alone!
[ And on that inconclusive note, the radio post ends. ]
If anyone, older member or newer arrival, wants information on... [ oh lord, this is going to take a while. Strange sighs slightly before obviously reading off a list of terms he's written down. ] Arcadia, the Rose Queen, Ignatius, Nightshade, the Count of Crows, Frost, the Summer Court, the Winter Court, how faerie court hierarchies work, the Wyld Fae, or the Beast, then I'll be happy to tell you what I know. I picked up some knowledge from my time in Portland and through conversations with the fae here and, for obvious reasons, don't want to bore all of you with far too many details and speculations at once.
[ There's a pause, partly to catch his friggen breath, before Strange continues talking. ]
I can at least explain Portland, though--for our new arrivals, of course. It's a city where the carnival was recently trapped for a month. Many members had their memories altered and believed they lived in the city for their entire lives. It was a...trying experience.
[ Understatement of the century. Strange sighs, like he's steeling himself for what he's going to say next. ]
Portland had it's own set of fae, some of whom I mentioned in my previous list. Plenty of the carnival members have ill-will towards those fae, who seemed determined to vex us and ruin our lives during that month. And despite the fact that we've left that world, I've a feeling that we'll see those fae again. Now that the Severing's removed, they can travel to different worlds the same way the Ringmaster can. And it wouldn't surprise me if some tried to reclaim what or who they believe they lost.
[ how dramatic! And quite possibly the worst way to end a broadcast as Strange just flips the radio off then and there. He has absolutely no clue how to best END the broadcast so not being cryptic is officially for chumps. ]
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[Eldath, he hates using this thing, but he has to has to has to get used to it if he wants to actually survive around here. So...]
One, would anyone lend me their pokemon to practice an act?
Two, is there a way to figure out someone's birthday if they don't know it?