[ The radio comes on to the sound of creaking wood and a familiar voice that is, for once, not sounding all that agitated, though it’s a little distant. ]
“--just burn us out of this.”
“Then you’re just going to burn us with it!” [Yuya’s tone, comparatively, sounds snappish.] “Don’t--don’t do anything, I’m going to get us help--”
[The radio clicks off. And then immediately clicks back on.] “Hello?”
[The anger’s been smoothed out of his voice, and instead Yuya is sounding fairly composed.] “Is there anyone available right now who doesn’t mind coming to the Summerlands? We’re, uh--we’re stuck.”
“In a tree.” [ Lambert contributes helpfully. That’s not super specific or anything, and that’s is why burning things would help! There’s another creak of wood, something shifting and shuddering, and his tone doesn’t change a jot as he continues. ] “Which may or may not be trying to hug us to death.”
[Yuya is just going to ignore Lambert’s fatalism.] “We don’t really know where we are, but we were drifting… east of the city? Do these things have GPS?” [Does half the carnival even know what GPS is?]
“We’re going to get out of the tree!” [He pipes up confidently, despite it.] “But help would be appreciated.”
((Red = Yuya, Green = Lambert. Replies are separate, threadjacking is free and wild. These boys are dumb.))
[He feels like shit, but he is still a supervisor...]
Name, department, and health status.
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[There's a cheery bit of humming over the network, the brush of fingers over the receiver.]
Test, test! Let's try... Ramuh:Ula menida tula oh (tula oh)
Tela omnida tula ei (tula ei)
...[The voice sounded strange as she sang, fuller and with its own added echo. In the recorded distance was a very brief, very quiet rumble of thunder. It silenced as the voice did, before there was a delighted applause.]
Oh, it's working! Good.
Good afternoon, one and all! I am Madhuri, a bard from the Azim Steppe, and I owe a debt. I've been tasked with creating a show, and I have just the thing... burlesque! Or cabaret. The definition of both is quite muddy, dears, but do take your pick of which term you like.
As for what that is, it's... hmm. It's song, dance, skits or even dramas with an adult flair. It's a 'put the kids to bed and come have a little loud fun' sort of thing. Viewers sit and enjoy food and drink while a solo performance or a group performance gives them a few merry little tunes while dressed in the loveliest garters, stockings and other wild things on offer!
Before you ask: It's a "look, but do not touch" sort of show. We're here to liberate and entertain, and it isn't a brothel. Tsk-
The number of times these heels of mine have been applied to faces to make the point known...
So I'm going to need the aid of some none-too-shy costume designers, daring makeup artists and even bolder performers who feel like cutting a little loose a few nights a month.[You can definitely hear the smile in her voice now:]
This ab-so-lutely includes the gentlemen as well as the ladies; I've seen some of you out and about today, fellas... let's just say I see lots of potential.
Don't be shy~
But I've held your ear for long enough. Drop me a line if you're interested either here or at my trailer in lot 26
. Unless of course you'd rather just chat with little old me instead. I'm here.
[The voice that comes over the public channel is... odd, and new to most folks here. He pauses for a bit, as if that's the entire thought-- but, sure enough, he follows it with an obviously annoyed question.]
So we're just kind of... here, because they say so? Like... this can't be legal, can it? Has anybody tried talking to the fuckin' police about this?
[As he speaks, he gets increasingly irritated, his voice breaking.]
I'm gonna be real with you guys: I've got half a mind to just kinda magic my way out, except I'm pretty sure the Ringleader or whatever would come after me. Is that a thing?
Hello? Hello! I figured I’d introduce myself. Julien Delacroix! I'll be helping out with wardrobe and makeup.
[Well, that’s a voice made for radio. Warm and resonant and very clear, very rich. You can hear the smile in it.]
I’m something kinda like a selkie - you know, people who put on seal skins and turn into seals - but turns out we come in ‘very large bird’, too. If you find my skin anywhere, please do not attempt to steal or wear it. I will not respond by marrying you! We have to meet and maybe date and figure things out the usual way.
So this isn’t just a PSA: how about you share your name and tell the class an outrageous lie about why you’re here? Something like, oh, I really needed a new skin after those total jerks stole and burned mine. Didn’t marry ‘em either, by the way. [When he walked in it was as a giant pigeon and you may have seen him, so this is a deliberately obvious lie.]
So... how many people here are comfortable with casual sex? I'm asking explicitly about people who might be interested right now, to be clear.
[For something out of Foster's mouth, it's pretty well censored, honestly; he's spent a long time fighting with the urge to do this.]
Don't worry, I'm down for absolutely anything, the harder the better! I'm in trailer 18, so you can, ah... I'm easy to find.
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[There's a crackle, and then a new voice is coming over the radio. She sounds pleasant, and happy to be here, though there's a bit of an edge to it, like she might be stressed out about something.]
Hello, everyone. Since a lot of you are out exploring these islands, I thought this would be the easiest way to introduce myself to those of you I don't know. I'm Elsa. I've been with the Carnival for just a little over two years now, and, well, I'm also your new Treasurer.
If any of you are part of the treasury division, you can contact me through the treasury's channel. Or you can use 144.95613 to reach just me.
I'm looking forward to meeting you all. Thank you.
[That might have sounded a tad over-practiced, but she did it.]
Uh, so, okay, someone has got to know. Does that forest really go on forever? Like, ya walk through it for miles and miles and just end up at the gates again? And again? And... again?
Because it sure felt like it! I don't think I ever want to see another tree again for as long as I live!
[ Hey everyone, guess who spent an excessive amount of time repeatedly getting lost in the woods before finally signing up? That's right, it's this guy, this guy right here. ]