[ 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.))
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.
[ 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.
Hey, it’s Ginko. Uh… so, my and Tanyuu’s entire supply of mushi tobacco seems to have gone missing? I don’t necessarily mean to imply that someone took it, but, unless someone can explain how two months’ worth of prepared repellent, cigarettes, and all of the plants we get it from could disappear on their own, someone probably took it.
And for the record, mushi tobacco has no narcotic effects whatsoever, it just repels mushi, so… if anyone wanted it for recreational purposes, you might as well give it back. I promise I won’t be angry.
[He’s not mad, just
disappointed very worried.]
Seriously, we… need this stuff back, preferably soon. Oh, and-- Zecora, heads up, if you’ve got any mushi tobacco stored away I might need to stop by and take some. I can trade with funnel cake.
Helloooo everyone! It's one of your friendly resident tailors here, with important news for performers!
Namely that if you're performing you're going to need to wear something!! Yet suddenly I'm hearing that there's at least one last minute act going on!? Whoever you are, you need to get fitted, hurry up, hurry up!
Oh!! On that note though, obviously not everyone who needs clothes will be performing~ So if you haven't gotten yourself re-fitted for things since growing new changes, and you need some alterations, just come by the tailor's tent!~
Or, um, if you're just new as a whole, I guess we can talk about a wardrobe..? Really though, you might be better off just getting clothes from the islands at this point...
[ 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.