public channel, partway through day 77

[kingsroads]

[ 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. ]

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[dorkypantsuit]

Why not? It sounds funny.

[whattaprick]

Like I said, I can only work with the material I've got.

[ Which, given their previous interactions ... it's too late now, in any case, since Psi's practically dared him to. And so: ]

'It's okay to be impressed ... with my brain powers.' [ That's the most recent conversation they've had, so that's easiest to recal, the smug satisfaction the Psionic had displayed working with his mind. It's also the safest thing to imitate from that ... on a public channel. Lambert isn't considerate, as a general rule, but if he's going to be a Supervisor, he should at least attempt.

Also, since they'll all basically be neighbors, that is a bit more important.. ]

[dorkypantsuit]

[He laughs, a bit surprised. He thought for sure Lambert would have said something meaner.]

Well they don't call me The Psionic for nothing.

[whattaprick]

[ It's just the way he is. Often mean-spirited, callous, and crass; sometimes he just wants to go for the easy laugh. No doubt he'll find a way to piss Psi off some other time in the future, but for now? ]

It's got a nice ring to it. Ever thought of being one of the main acts?

[dorkypantsuit]

No way. Juggling isn't an accomplishment if you do it without your hands. It's not nearly as entertaining either.

[whattaprick]

You don't think lifting half the audience in the air would be entertaining?

[dorkypantsuit]

Would you like being lifted into the air with a dozen other random people without being asked first?

[whattaprick]

Probably not, but I think it'd be pretty funny to watch.

[ That's because you're a jerk, Lambert. ]

[dorkypantsuit]

Fortunately our performers aren't entertaining you specifically.

[whattaprick]

Far as I can tell, they haven't had much of a chance to entertain anyone recently.

[ It's surreal to think it hasn't really been all that long since he got here. Time flies when you're killing shit, apparently. ]

But since shit's stopped hitting the fan, it's back to business as usual, isn't it?

[dorkypantsuit]

[For some reason the statement just sets his teeth on edge. He doesn't like it, but he's realizing Lambert might actually be the kind of person he can't stand under any circumstances.]

Guess so.

[whattaprick]

[ Lambert just tends to have that effect on people, even the ones who've known him for decades. ]

Great. Looking forward to the show.

[ That last part might sound a little muffled, partly because it's half-directed at Strange and he turned away to do it. ]

[dorkypantsuit]

[Asshole.]