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public channel, partway through day 77
[ 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. ]
--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. ]
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[Sans chimes in blandly sometime in the middle of the fight. GOOD ENOUGH.]
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I really am sorry, you know.
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Don't expect a party or anything.
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[But really, there could be worse Nightriders out there.]
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Damn. I'm heartbroken. Just going to have to go on a wild bender to get over it.
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What other impressions can you do?
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So his tone, when he eventually responds, is light enough. ]
Just about anybody, as long as I've known them long enough.
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The actual scuffle gets more laughter and an actual snort out of him before Sweet Pea starts barking in the background.]
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[ says the person who's usually the leading cause of encouraging Lambert in the first place. ]
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[ And Jimmy would like to apologize if he's giving Lambert ideas. Once he stops laughing.]
If it's any consolation, you're the talk of Alola. Because nobody can figure out what the hell is going on.
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What happened was I tried to get the radio away from him while Lambert tripped over his own tail. [ pause ] He has a tail now, by the way, I'm not sure he's told anyone yet.
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Oh, you were checking out his tail? Wow.
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With compliments and everything! If I knew that's what it took to get his attention...
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[ Look, there's a lot of things he could say here, but he's just going to settle the lowest hanging fruit for now. It's a tropical island, he's on vacation, no need to try harder than that. ]
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[ this is a goddamn lie. ]
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Yes you do.
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Yes, you do.
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Thank you both for your valued input. [ said through gritted teeth and a glaaaaare. ]
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