[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

[atouts]

How did you even end up stuck in a tree in the first place?

[whattaprick]

Unicorn herd. Was trying to get a better look, didn't think a tree was going to grab us.

[atouts]

Unicorns. [ Really. ] Of all the things I could imagine you trying to catch a look at, unicorns would never even make the list.

[whattaprick]

They shouldn't. I've seen them before.

The view from the sky, though, that was something different. You flown around here yet?

[atouts]

Some. I haven't really gone more than ten miles out from the cities and back. Can't say I've seen any unicorns that close, but it could be I don't know what they truly look like.

[whattaprick]

Just stick a horn on a horse and you've got yourself a unicorn. But yeah, they do tend to be a lot more hidden than this.

[atouts]

Hm. Are they really as magical as stories claim them to be?

[whattaprick]

Depends. What kinds of stories have you heard?

[atouts]

The usual. Only appearing to the pure of heart, able to heal any ailment, those kinds of stories.

[whattaprick]

Back home, at least, you don't need a pure heart -- just a good one. I'm not sure about any ailment, but their horns can detect and cure any poison. They're as smart as people and they speak mind to mind. I read something that said unicorns can travel from one world to another, but I can't say I've ever seen proof of that.

[ One can almost hear the shrug. ]