[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

[anti_nonsense]

[There's a sigh.]

... Seriously?

[otoko]

[Far in the distance, someone is shouting UNFORGIVABLEEEEE!!!

But he knows better than to do that into a radio (YUUYA YOU WILL BE WHY HE STAYS ANOTHER YEAR DAMMIT), so.]

W-WHAT?!

HOW?!

[puddingemote]

Can't you just climb down?

[espigeon]

Well. I can fly, I'm fast, I can carry people, but I'm not sure I can make an affectionate tree let go.

[wild_magic]

My brother can talk to trees, maybe he could help?

[stillwinningthehardway]

You actually got stuck in a tree. Like spukamas. Terrible.

[atouts]

Really? A tree?

[ Extreme judgment going on over here, extreme. ]

[sunflowerfields]

Have you tried asking the tree to let you down? Nicely?

[kingsroads]

[ who's ready for so much teasing ]

Oh come now, surely the witcher who's faced down griffins, vampires, and all other sorts of monsters can find his way out of a simple tree!

[periphrasing]

...I honestly have no words for this.

[You idiots.]

[espigeon]

[It takes maybe twenty minutes before Julien's way up overhead. Way, way up, really; he looks very small up against cloud cover. More height means all the easier to spot the balloon, after all. It's big and colorful, not something he could miss with bird eyes.

He flies a little lower and does a lot of swooping and circling with his tail fanned, so Lauren should see that he's found them. Gon likely won't, but Gon's not tracking from the air anyway. If they're not too close he may go after them, but first things first. It's time to start spiralling lower, shedding speed without just having to dive. Julien has to compensate for some of the secondaries on one wing being shorter and still half encased in ugly blue sheaths, he tends to turn in that direction if not correcting constantly.

His plan was to land on the tree in question, but it moves as he gets within skimming distance. A dozen eyes appear on his underside to see that.]

Whoah! Okay! [Instead Julien swerves and puts down on the ground somewhere out of reach, a blue-and-white bird the size of a small horse.] Y'all all right up there? A young lady insisted I bring you water!