PUBLIC CHANNEL - DAY 148

[whattaprick]

[ After all that super serious fae speculation, surely the Nightrider would have something important to say, right? Of course he doesn't. ]

All right, so which of you jokers put an egg in Pig's pen?

[ If he sounds faintly annoyed, it's because he is. ]

Now I can't get her out of there -- and before you ask, yes, I tried putting her back in the ball, and then she tried stepping on my head. Obviously, I'm just a little concerned why my horse has decided to try and hatch whatever this is-- [ He breaks off midway, yelling away from the radio. ]

Hey! Baker! I told you to leave that alone!

[ And on that inconclusive note, the radio post ends. ]

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[whattaprick]

[ Magic man, prepare to be mindwhammed into clucking like a chicken. ]

That was just a statement of fact.

[kingsroads]

[ Oh I'm sorry Lambert, were you looking for this necklace of yours, guess what, there's a handy mirror that Strange can use to barge into your trailer and steal your shit. ]

What, that you've been going too easy on me? I beg to differ!

[whattaprick]

[ Prepare to be tackled to the ground because fae mental changes are nothing to fuck with, suckerrr. ]

That you're mad. You know, like you keep telling everyone you meet, as loudly as you can.

[kingsroads]

[ and thus Strange learns to NOT MESS AROUND with Lambert and his bling. ]

Of course I keep telling everyone that, I am mad. It's hardly my fault you all keep forgetting.

[ or he was mad. or he still might be a little bit mad. It's all a bit hazy and like hell Strange knows entirely how his madness works (only that it's a damn convenient excuse if he does something that's his normal level of rash and not thought out). There's a lot less pineapples though so that's points on "not as mad as before" ]

[whattaprick]

Sometimes you seem to forget that too.

[kingsroads]

And what precisely do you mean by that?

[whattaprick]

I'm just saying, if I wanted an excuse to get away with doing whatever I wanted...

[kingsroads]

True! I suppose there must be some benefit to the hallucinations, mania, forgetfulness, and the rest.

[ most of which he doesn't currently have to deal with buuuuuut Strange is being a shit and not mentioning that part. ]

[whattaprick]

Oh, is it that bad? Guess we shouldn't take anything you say about the fae seriously, then. You could just be hallucinating it.

[kingsroads]

On the contrary, my information about the fae is precisely what you should take seriously! That's the reason I went mad in the first place back home.

[whattaprick]

That's exactly what a madman would say.

[kingsroads]

Well then, I suppose that only proves how mad I am! And so because of that I'm happily going to excuse myself from today's training session. We wouldn't want a madman to be throwing around dangerous magic around the training grounds, someone could get hurt.

[whattaprick]

Oh, that's not going to be a problem. We'll just stick to the physical training.

[ i.e. the kind of training where the only person getting hurt is Strange. c: ]

[kingsroads]

Terribly sorry, I don't seem to have feet right now, I can't do physical training either.

[ and the war of dumb pettiness is restarted while everybody who has no idea about Strange's smoke problem listens to this reply like "what the fuck" ]

[whattaprick]

I'm pretty sure I know how to get them back.

And if not, the rest of you still needs work anyway.

[ And that was how Strange discovered he could turn his whole body to smoke, probably. ]

[kingsroads]

[ you KNOW as soon as he discovers that it's just gonna be at least one petty training session where he just hangs out as a cloud. ]

If I can't cast magic and I can't run, I'm honestly a bit curious to see what you'll try and put me through.

[whattaprick]

You're just going to have to show up and find out, won't you?

I'll see you at the training grounds in an hour. [ Which they were supposed to go to anyway, he just got sidetracked by this whole horse-dog-egg thing. ]

[kingsroads]

I'll see you then--and again, congratulations on the soon-to-be-hatched Jonathan. I'm certain that you and Massichi are very proud.

[ because you bet your ass Strange is just DELIGHTED that he heard Tamaki's nickname for Childermass. ]

this is the only tag i can brain rn forgive me

[atouts]

[ That nickname doesn't even make sense and so when Strange repeats it, well-- ]

Hmmm. Well. I'm afraid we've decided on naming whatever it is that hatches after Mr. Norrell. I hope you don't mind terribly, but he is your respectable elder, after all.

yes but it's a ridiculous tag so i forgive u

[kingsroads]

In that case, I hope it's a horse over a dog.

[ Growlithes have WAY TOO MUCH ENERGY and Strange doesn't want to have to yell something like 'Mister Norrell, stop chewing on my shoe' ]

[atouts]

There's no actual proof that thing is Baker's fault, you know.

[ Just. Look, he just really doesn't like the idea! Why is this happening! ]

But since they supposedly take after the mother, it won't actually be a horse. It'll be a donkey. All the more fitting, I suppose, considering how stubborn they are.

[kingsroads]

[ Yes, there's no proof that thing is Baker's fault but it makes Childermass SO ANNOYED to talk about his new donkey grandbaby so it is now 100% Baker's fault. ]

A donkey...well, I suppose that makes Mister Norrell a perfect name for the creature!

[atouts]

I daresay Lascelles or Drawlight would be just as fitting, for other reasons, but even I would consider that too cruel.

[whattaprick]

[ Strange is the victor in this round of 'you laugh, you lose' because Lambert's immediate response to that is a short, sharp cackle that he doesn't manage to stifle in time. ]

It's still not getting named after you. But you're welcome to babysit.

[kingsroads]

Someone needs to be a proper influence on young Jonathan. I'll gladly babysit the horse or dog whenever the two of you aren't around.

[ thankfully, he doesn't say DURING DATE NIGHT but he's sure as hell thinking it. ]