Night of 172/Super Early Morning of 173

[espigeon]

[Hi, did you want a radio message at two in the morning? A minute ago Julien yelled "No!" which might have been audible in the rooms to either side.

He's very distracted but has enough of his wits now to not want to cause a panic. His human form is using the angel language he learned in Portland. Only a few other carnies understand it, and his voice has the artificial flatness of someone who's learned to speak calmly in bad situation. His breath keeps catching in a pained way, though, and he doesn't know it but he's only got a minute or so left.]

I took Reira to see me in the stable. There are wolves. They're taking us outside somewhere. Servants are not part of this.

I will try to help her. Any way I can.

It's my fault.

Comments

[ not here ]

[whattaprick]

[ Guess who's awake, guess who doesn't understand angel language, guess who's pissed he doesn't understand what the fuck just happened? This guy! ]

[osteothropy]

[Sans pops straight into Lambert's room - is he there?!]

[whattaprick]

[ HELL NO HE ISN'T because he was out in the hallways trying to make sure more shit like this doesn't happen! He probably had to duck into a closet when his radio started squawking. ]

[osteothropy]

[FUCK]

supervisor channel

[whattaprick]

[ DW BUDDY HE'S GOT THIS, and by this I mean he's immediately hissing into the radio on the supervisor channel -- ]

The fuck was that?

[osteothropy]

[Time for a translator.]

Julien and Reira just got grabbed by the Prince's wolves.

[whattaprick]

Where?

[ He's not going to bother asking 'how' or swear a lot, as much as he wants to. ]

Are you heading over?

[osteothropy]

[He doesn't answer. Paranoia is overruling.]

[whattaprick]

[ Lambert curses quietly, and for the benefit of the other supervisors he'll add tersely: ]

The rest of you, stay off this channel.

[ Click. ]

NOT HERE

[insidescoop]

[Holy shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii- also good thing Yuuya didn't here any of this crap because Oh Boy]

Private, hope this is ok??? If u want I'll move this

[tacosgay]

Hey, uh, you... Lambert? Uh, some shit's going down...

[Taako has a bad feeling about this. And he actually, genuinely likes Julien, leading to a very rare case of real concern in his voice.]

Totally works!

[whattaprick]

I can tell.

[ Lambert's stress levels just shot through the roof, and it sounds like it, though at least he's hissing, not yelling. ]

Unless you've got something better for me than 'some shit,' shut up and stay where you are. We're working on it.

[tacosgay]

Let me know if you need some magical intervention. I'll keep my radio close.

[whattaprick]

[ He still sounds distracted, but-- ]

Can you track people?

[tacosgay]

Mmmmmmmmmeeehhh... nnnno, but I can turn invisible? And, uh, let's see...

[The sound of him slipping out of bed to retrieve his spellbook.]

I have clairvoyance, but I can only see or hear somewhere I've been before or that I can see... and arcane eye just floats a big magic eye in the sky...

[whattaprick]

Sounds like it'd draw too much attention.

[ This sounds incredibly limited application, but -- ]

You know where Reira and Julien's room is? Take a look there, let me know what you find.

[tacosgay]

[there's a pause as Taako prepares, then executes the spell-- finally, he responds, sounding unsure.]

Hey, uh, Julien's... he's in there, but he's out cold. Uh, his person body is, I mean. I don't see anybody else.

[whattaprick]

You mean asleep?

[tacosgay]

... I don't think so. Uh, hey, so, I'm pretty sure he's bleeding?

... yeah, uh, his nose is bleeding, and he's not... moving a whole lot...

[That tone of concern is actually rising a bit more in his voice.]

[whattaprick]

Settle down.

[ First things first, that's what Lambert is going to tell Taako to do, sharply. He doesn't know if he has a roommate, but he imagines fussing isn't gonna help. He'd head back himself, but he's still waiting to hear on the Warden. ]

Get into his room. Quietly. You know how to check for a pulse?

[tacosgay]

[Oh, goddammit, this is way more than he wanted to get involved in. He makes a long, quiet sound high in his throat, considering.]

... yeah, fine.

[What follows is a long, tense silence; Taako casts Mislead, leaving a resting form of his in his bed, and then he creeps out into the hallway as carefully as possible, the same spell having rendered him invisible.

By some miracle, he manages to make it to Julien's room undiscovered; when the door is closed behind him, he lets out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding, and then he checks back in with Lambert on the radio.]

I'm in, uh... give me a second.

[He pads quietly over to Julien's body, trying to remember exactly how to find a pulse; and, fortunately, he does. It's slow, but there.]

Yeah, he's alive, just... out cold.

[whattaprick]

Good.

[ Lambert exhales, too. It's been a tense few minutes, but unconscious is a heck of a lot better than dead! ]

And he's not responding at all?

[tacosgay]

[Silence as Taako waves his hand around in front of Julien, and even nudges him a little bit.]

... nnnope.

and now that plot has stopped exploding, time for backtags

[whattaprick]

Dammit.

[ He mutters something too soft for the radio to pick up, but that's all. ]

He said he was with Reira. You know anything about that?

oh same

[tacosgay]

Nnnno. I don't even know who that is? Uh, sorry.