[Public Channel | Day 143]

[hippocarnival]

[ 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.))

Comments

[mylastchance]

[SUSAN AT LEAST ASK HIM FIRST]

Um, where are you, I guess?

[hippocarnival]

We have no idea. [There's the problem.] We took a hot air balloon in the Summerlands and went east, but we didn't have a map.

[mylastchance]

Oh.

[Well, he could probably still find them if he turned into a bird or something.]

Well, I guess I'll look east then...

[hippocarnival]

Sorry it's not much to go on. [He'd offer more but... well.] Uh, I appreciate you trying anyway.

[mylastchance]

[He nods, even though Yuya can't see it.]

It's not a problem. You should keep looking for help though.

[Just in case he can't find you.]

[espigeon]

I could help! Flying and aerial reconnaissance are my specialties. My range is a bit limited at the moment but they didn't go far.

[mylastchance]

Are you still injured?

[espigeon]

By now I'm just regrowing some feathers. They're not even primaries.

[He heals very quickly.]

[mylastchance]

Okay... Do you fly faster than a regular dove?

[He's not sure how being a giant version of a bird works.]

[espigeon]

I've never really raced one! I will say I think takes me longer to get to whatever my max speed is. Lotta momentum, you know? But I've outpaced cars on the highway when I've got there.

[So can regular pigeons, Julien.]

I do have to go slower if I'm carrying someone, though. Streamlining and air resistance and all.

[mylastchance]

No that's okay. I'll just fly alongside you. It'll be easier to spot them that way anyway.

[espigeon]

Sounds like a plan. And then we can race! Hah, I want to say I'll be faster in the end, but I also don't want to be wrong.

Oooh, I don't have to move my head and lose that streamlining to look down anymore. That might help me.

[mylastchance]

Well, you can probably go further with each flap, I'd think. So you probably would since speed is generally measured as distance over time. But even though you'd go a further distance it feels weird to say you'd be moving any faster since you'd still move the same distance proportionally to a regular sized dove.

[wild_magic]

[Okay Susan just has to laugh at his dumb brother.]

Wow, you talked a lot! You aren't being shy at all!

[mylastchance]

[espigeon]

Nice. Well, in fairness, I'm not really a dove. I'm a complicated mix of birds laid over a human base, with the intention of being able to fly really, really well. Those birds are mostly pigeon, though, I assume because they're all-around good at flight.

[mylastchance]

Oh. Sorry. I just assumed.

[espigeon]

It's cool. Things are complicated and my situation's pretty dumb.

So, shapeshifting, huh? What can you turn into?

[mylastchance]

[What's the best way to word this...]

...Anything without it's own language.

[espigeon]

Huh...

[Yeah Julien doesn't know what that means.]

Well, uh, I only have other peoples' languages, so please don't turn into me! Or knockoff mes that are the same but with, like, a black tail. Or I guess it'd be a blue tail now.

[mylastchance]

[He... actually laughs a bit at that. Sorry Julien.]

No, I mean, humans have language and goblins and elves. So I couldn't turn into anything like that. Just other creatures.

[espigeon]

[Julien doesn't mind.]

Yeah? No people then, huh? Can you turn into mashups of two animals, or just real ones?

[He'd say mashups like griffins but knowing a little about how things work here he expects there would actually be griffins in this kid's world.]

[mylastchance]

Just real ones.

[Why are they still talking about this? Conversation is the worst. He's going to say something stupid.]

[espigeon]

Cool. That's a really good power!

[mylastchance]

Uh.

Thanks.