144.98750 - D138; So roughly thirty minutes or so after the Ringmaster's address...

[atouts]

If there are any supervisors still awake and standing, would you please make your way to the Big Top? The Ringmaster appears to have died.

[ —and turned into an egg, which is something he should really include, but he's tired. Sounds it, too, although what he isn't sounding on top of that is worried, since this is all said in a very matter-of-fact way. ]

Comments

[osteothropy]

[Sans is here, and he mostly sounds like he doesn't buy it. He can't really imagine her dying in any way that didn't involve her popping up a half hour later and yelling 'PSYCHE'.]

Haha what.

[atouts]

This isn't a joke, Sans.

[osteothropy]

Are you sure?

'Cause this sounds like we're probably just waiting on a punchline.

[atouts]

No, I am not, hence why I'm asking the supervisors to come to the Big Top and figure it out themselves.

[ Yeah, slowly going from tired to terse and outright irritated. Sorry, Sans, this is a man finally reaching the very end of how patient he can be. ]

[osteothropy]

[Geez, it's like he just got ritually sacrificed or something. Sans is sympathetic enough that he isn't going to give Childermass a hard time about it.]

Sure thing. Though, I'm not exactly an eggs-pert.


[Actually that pun might count as giving him a hard time, oops.]

[spaghettimonster]

[Happy to hear you're back, brother.

Mostly.]

[atouts]

[ Ugh...

Taking a page from the Ringmaster's book and just blocking Sans (aka simply not answering him again, since he's supposedly on his way anyhow). ]