[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]

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.