First, did anyone else plant the seeds the Ringmaster gave us after we got back from Hell? [ How many of the new people even know they've been to Hell??? Well whatever, it's not like it's a big secret or anything. ] They grow fast -- mine's already fruiting.
I want to try something, so let me know if you're up to donating some of yours for an experiment.
Second, engineering's working on getting a training yard set up in the forest. It's not all done yet, but there's space for sparring, exercise, and target practice if you need it. I expect to see all nightrunners out there, but anyone else can drop by if they're interested. Only rules are "don't kill your co-workers" and "you break it, you fix it."
I'll be there in the mornings if you need me. Strange, you can come by later, but don't think you get to slack off just because it's performance week.
[ When Strange starts talking, it's after a pause, like he's mulling over his words before he says them. ]
I think it's obvious that the realm the carnival resides in is exceedingly magical. People can learn spells even if they come from a world without magic and those with magic can find their talents pulled in ways they weren't expecting. [ exhibit A, Tamaki. exhibit B, Childermass. ] I think that it's also obvious that there's opportunity for a bit of chaos, especially from magic that someone from a non-magical world has just learned.
[ says the person who generally causes 75% of the magical chaos to begin with. Still, there's nothing condemning in Strange's tone as he talks about people messing things up...if anything, there's a hint of awe. Magic is awesome, after all, and he's so pumped that people in the carnival are picking up spells. ]
Most of you know me already but for those who don't, I am Jonathan Strange, magician and nightrunner. Obviously my duties to the carnival come first, but should anyone with magic, whether from their home or the carnival, want someone to practice, discuss, or explore magic with, I'll gladly offer my help! [ because he is a huge nerd and wants to see how everybody else's magic shakes out. ]
Of course, the offer of discussion extends to all the carnival. [ He can't help but laugh a little, tone obviously chipper. ] After all, you can still talk about magic even if you can't perform it!
[Jeez, Ginko feels like he has been on the radio a lot lately. But he does sound considerably less distressed than the last time he made an announcement.]
Hey, so I know people might, uh… be getting tired of hearing from me, given recent circumstances. But it’s good news this time, I promise.
Our rat king, Rex, seems to be growing his seventh head, which makes him six years old now. If anyone wants to come by and see, he’s in the menagerie as usual; I’d recommend it, since this might be some of you guys’ only chance to see this. Uh… be careful, though, it can’t see yet, so it might be a little more prone to bite than the others. Just watch your hands.
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[ Hey, guess who has his voice back? Turns out traveling to Mainframe gives you plenty of voices to hear. But is he actually going to report back with anything useful? ]
"All of Man’s works, all his cities, all his empires, all his monuments will one day crumble to dust. Even the houses of my own dear readers must – though it be for just one day, one hour be ruined and become houses where the stones are mortared with moonlight, windowed with starlight and furnished with the dusty wind. It is said that in that day, in that hour, our houses become the possessions of the Raven King." [ For once, his voice isn't carrying that edge of mocking, actually managing to sound solemn and thoughtful -- not that it lasts. There's the sound of a book being snapped shut, and Lambert resumes the rest of the radio post speaking in his normal tone of voice: just a touch insufferably smug. ]
Maybe Master Strange should consider becoming a poet, if he ever gets bored of being a magician.[ And then, as an off-handed follow-up to that: ]
All scouts and nightrunners, report in. Let 'em know what they're in for.
[It's a not terribly cheerful Psi greeting you on the radio today. In fact, his annoyance is palpable though he tries his best to restrain it.]
Are there any individuals here from species with... Alternative romantic relationships, by which I mean romantic relationships not motivated purely by... Love.
Barring that, I'm wondering if anyone here with experience fighting psionics is interested in... Sparring.
[ The radio comes on mid-conversation. Or seems to. Now what careless carnival worker could have let their thumb slip on the button today? ]
--time like the present. [ Lambert’s voice, light and mocking, is instantly recognizable. ] Don't be shy now.
I need time, [ Jonathan Strange, the other part of this conversation, responds with a little huff. ] You can't expect me to craft a perfect apology on the spot like this.
Doesn't have to be perfect. [ The witcher drawls, with exaggerated patience. ] Apologies usually start with 'I'm sorry.'
Which is only half the apology. Again, I'll need some time to decide what I'm going to actually say.
What's there to decide? [ And, for those who actually know Strange, what follows is a slightly falsetto yet uncanny impression of the magician’s snobby English accent, though it’s pitched a little whinier than the real thing. (No, it’s just as whiny as the real thing.) ]
'My name is Jonathan Strange and I'm dreadfully sorry for freezing the Carnival for a day. Won't happen again. Carry on!' See? Easy.
[ Somewhere in the background, a Haunter is laughing at Lambert’s impression. Strange, however, is VERY put out and starts to whine. Lambert has him pegged. ]
I don't sound a thing like that! Besides, you're one to talk. How many people know you're the new Nightrider?
You're right. Should have thrown in a couple of peninsulas to make it really authentic. [ There’s a pause, before he adds, like an afterthought: ] You're the first one I told.
[ You know, no big deal. Strange pauses for a moment before changing the conversation entirely. ]
Look, just give me your radio before you manage to accidentally muck it up. [ Strange is teasing, but there’s still a bit of a serious tone underneath his words. ] You didn't know what it was the last time we talked, I'm not entirely certain you know how to work it in the first place.
Little late for that.
[ There’s a pause: about as long as it takes for someone to realize a magic walkie-talkie has been on this whole time. Aaand then post ends with just the sound of a scuffle breaking loose as Strange desperately tries to grab the radio and salvage his dignity. All throughout, Haunter’s still laughing like an idiot in the background. At least the radio turns off before the Carnival’s further subjected to these two morons, though not before someone’s foot goes right through a crate and bodies hit the floor. ]
[ ooc: Lambert and Strange are idiots, news at 11. ]
[ The radio crackles to life, if anyone's paying attention to it. There's the sound of waves crashing in the background and gently rolling surf, the distant sound of bird calls... ]
Couple of things about our next stop. First, doesn't seem like there are any demons or vampires, and all my limbs are still here, so that's an improvement. Dress for sunny and hot. Or don't, if you like sweating through your clothes and getting heatstroke. Everything's on a bunch of islands, so if you want to get around you need to either rent or catch something to ride on. Locals will talk your ear off about that if you let them, so I won't get into it.
They're obsessed with animals here, so you'll see plenty just walking around in the grass and in town. Don't seem dangerous, but we haven't seen everything yet. People here use something to keep track of the kinds you run into, but you can get by without it.
[ Its indistinct, but Carly's voice can be heard in the background, a faint gurgle of distress: 'Actually, the Pokédex is very very important, Lambert...!' She is, however, going entirely ignored. ]
That's it from me. Any other nightrunners got something to add, don't be shy.
Well, that was a shitshow.
[ Lambert's voice, on the line, is even pricklier than usual. He's only saying what he's pretty sure everyone's thinking, okay. ]
Who's still here?
[ Someone hasn't been clued in yet on the possibility that radio chatter crosses dimensions. How do magic box talking things even work, man. Sup new vampire buddies. ]
Okay! We've got a few more newbies so the mandatory ice breaker game is two truths and two lies! Say two things about yourself that are true and two that are a lie, and then everyone else well try and guess which ones are the lies. Got it?
I'll go first:
My blood is yellow.
I was hatched with four eyes and four horns.
Purple is my favorite color.
I'm a wanted criminal on my home planet.
[OOC: Respond with your own truths and lies and answer each other, or ask Psi about his. Threadjacking is encouraged!]
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