DAY 173: PRE-BREAKFAST, SUPERVISOR CHANNEL

[whattaprick]

[ Lambert's out of better ideas. With the Warden (probably) in the Prince's hands, even if it risks panicking his more easily riled colleagues, who will almost certainly notice Sans missing at breakfast ... he doesn't have a choice.

By the time this message comes on the radio, there's only about ten minutes until they have to be harried off to breakfast, and that's pushing it. Nonetheless, he's got to make an effort: ]

Hey. I need a second opinion on this outfit. Can you come by my room?

[ However, he won't be replying on the supervisor channel even if he's questioned. Take a hint, guys! ]

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[whattaprick]

Wherever they are, Sans can't get out of it. [ Lambert snaps, baring teeth right back, but though smoke's curling from his lips, he manages to keep his voice taut and controlled. The implications of that are hopefully understood without him having to outline it.

He won't address the Ringmaster part, because he's pretty sure he already knows the answer to that. And because he already heard her all but admit she wouldn't be a match for the Prince in a fight ... doesn't seem the wisest thing to share at the moment. But surveillance? That could be useful. He'll say as much when he calms down and they're not counting down the minutes -- seconds -- until someone comes looking for them. ]

We don't have time to fight about this. [ He's already said more than he meant to. ] We all signed up for our jobs. Are we going to do them or not?

[dorkypantsuit]

[No one signed up for capture, or playing this monster's stupid games. This place was dangerous, and they'd all known from the start, but the Ringmaster brought them here anyway.]

[Without another word the Psionic turns and leaves. If there was nothing they could, and there wasn't, then there wasn't anything else he needed to hear.]

[fortuneglass]

[Carly for her part is quiet-and with a rather stoney tone, turns to nod before going herself.] ....I'll be doing my part, [She says.] ....We play the game until we see a way out.

....It's almost time for breakfast. ....We can't be late, [she adds, before floating through the room.]

[periphrasing]

[Peridot reluctantly hoists herself back to her feet and watches them both go. They're right, of course. They don't have time to do anything about this right now. But damn if she doesn't feel impotent! Along with a million other adjectives that all basically sum up to one thing: Pissed the heck off.

She snorts a puff of smoke an embers, collecting herself, before side-eyeing Lambert again.]

You said you know that they're all still alive. How?

[whattaprick]

Because Reira and Julien both left something they're connected to, and that connection hasn't been destroyed.

[ Now that some of the other supervisors have filed out, the corners of Lambert's mouth twist downward. ]

Besides, think about it. They're obviously more useful alive than dead.

[ Try to think like a shitty manchild obsessed with becoming human for a moment, Peridot. ]

[zebrarhyme_everytime]

[At that, Zecora has a small and very nasty thought: 'alive' covers a great number of states. Perhaps obviously, she isn't going to share that thought with Peridot.]

Though it's small consolation
From one of my station
They are probably more well
Than we were in Hell.

[periphrasing]

[It's not like Peridot hasn't thought of that. That 'alive' and 'well' don't always go hand in hand. Mainly she asks because she wants to know if Lambert was just lying to be reassuring, or if he actually had any evidence to back that claim up. Which as it turns out, he does... or at least, he had another lie ready to go, in case he was pressed.

Either way, she briefly flashes the zebra A Look, like she's not entirely convinced of that claim, but she can't exactly argue with it either. Then her attention is back on Lambert, staring the witcher down with a scrutinizing squint.]

Tch. Fine... But after we get through this meal, I want more information. I want to help. I can't just sit around while this is happening.

[Childermass gets the stare down for a moment as well. Yeah, that means you too. She hasn't forgotten about you over there, scruffy shadow man.]

[whattaprick]

[ Lambert can relate to that sentiment all too well, but the truth of the matter is, he's out of his depth. They all are, here. He can't direct efforts to assist when he doesn't have a damn clue where he should be directing them to. ]

You said you have surveillance, don't you? I need to figure a few things out, but that's something we can use.

[ Ah, but they're out of time. ]

... We need to go. Before people notice we're late.

[zebrarhyme_everytime]

I am a zebra, you know.
They already thing my standards are low.

[Zecora is very aware of her treatment here, even as she pays it no mind whatsoever and continues to deliver her best. She, at least, will not have her behavior impeached at any part of this mess. To her, that is the best service she can give to her friends and the carnival as a whole.]

[periphrasing]

...Fine. We'll talk more later.

[She's obviously still not happy, but she also agrees they haven't really got the time to bicker over this right now. So without another word, or even acknowledgement of the other supervisors still present, Peridot turns around and stalks out of the room to go get ready for what will undoubtedly be the worst meal of the trip so far.]

[zebrarhyme_everytime]

She is right. I too must scat.

[Zecora turns for the door as well, a frown wrought deep on her face as she considers the ramifications of all of this. Though she doesn't get out it before she pauses, then looks over her shoulder at Lambert.]

...Seriously, do not wear that.

[Aaand she's off]