PUBLIC CHANNEL - DAY 157

[whattaprick]

Nightrider Lambert here. In case you haven't heard by now: the things on Kerner Island eat settled daemons. So find somewhere else to take a daytrip. If you go anyway, do me a favor and keep your radio on you. That way we can all hear what it sounds like when a soul gets eaten.

[ He's about to leave it on that cheerfully sarcastic note, but then the faint sound of a female voice chimes in, scolding. For those who've met her, they'll recognize it as Lambert's daemon, the golden-eyed polecat that wears a hawk's shape outside the carnival. ]

Lambert! You didn't have to say it like that!

[ It doesn't seem to shame him one bit, though, since Lambert's going to keep right on talking: ]

For those of you whose daemon hasn't settled yet, that doesn't mean you get to be an idiot about going out there. Slipping and breaking your neck would be a stupid way to die. That said, if you're interested in doing some nightrunner work--

Come find us! [ The daemon interrupts again, louder this time, and there's a brief sound of a scuffle before her voice finally comes through loud and clear. Now it's Lambert who sounds more distant (and distinctly annoyed), though she talks right over him. ] We've got a map and other things you can use!

[ ooc: Lambert and his daemon will both be replying to his post (and probably fighting over the radio button, honestly). For ease of clarity, her responses will be in italics! ]

Comments

[espigeon]

Can do! Heads up first though, I've never had the power to see through trees. Or roofs for that matter.

[whattaprick]

Not expecting you to. [ That's some other poor sucker's job. ]

Just do what you can, and see how close you can get before you get their attention.

[espigeon]

Not a problem. I'm faster than anything they've got here.

[Julie sounds almost exactly like Julien, she's just a little further from the radio:]

Yeah! Pigeon power!

[They can't all be more sensible and cautious than their bodies.]

[whattaprick]

[ Apparently not. Lambert pauses, squinting. ]

That yours?

[espigeon]

You're not going, Julie! You can't keep up!

Oh yeah?

[There's a sound of flapping, and more distant from the radio: "You're messing up my hair! Stop!"]

Yeah, that's mine.

[whattaprick]

Can you even be apart from her?

[espigeon]

[Muffled fite in the distance.]

Yeah, dude, there's two of me. Or three now, I guess. As long as she's near one I'm good.

[whattaprick]

[ Two...? No, he's not going to ask, it's not immediately relevant. ]

Pretty convenient.

We can't stay far apart like that. [ The daemon doesn't sound disappointed, just ... matter of fact about it. It's a Thing. ]

[espigeon]

Oh, believe me, we've gotta stay close! But I don't need all of me in one place. I'm a special case, here!

[whattaprick]

Special's one way to put it...

Oh yeah, I've been meaning to ask you something.

[espigeon]

Well, yeah. Advantaged works too.

I'm all ears!

[whattaprick]

How much can you carry?

[espigeon]

About a hundred fifty pounds on my back before my flying's significantly impaired. I've got another way and weight's basically a nonissue, there, but it's a liiittle uncomfortable for other people.

[whattaprick]

Another way?

[espigeon]

Should I play the creepy factor up, or down? Probably try and have it level, right? I can open these portals up that go to this sorta ocean dimension where time doesn't pass, stick things or people in there, and then pull them out later, and like they're wet but no time went by for them.

I gotta leave a lot out if I want that to sound not creepy at all.

[whattaprick]

I've probably heard worse, but I don't need to know the details.

Good to know, though. Maybe we can use that someday.

[espigeon]

Trust me, man, the more you hear the worse it sounds! It's cool though, me and mine get that a lot. [He sounds entirely comfortable and happy, which is Julien's default state anyway.]

Feel free to run ideas by me whenever. I can go on recon while still holding down my job here, too.