Day 173, Public Channel, Free Time

[pipers_son]

[Way too much shit has been happening lately, from Julien's call on the radio to San's disappearance to the whole uneasy mess that was the Prince's little hunting excursion. What can Joker even do? He's the Stage Manager; this is out of his jurisdiction.]

[According to Lambert and Childermass, however, he can at least do this.]

Hello, folks. This is yer Stage Manager again, with a little reminder. We are guests here. So try ta follow the rules that have been set in place, alright? This includes at dinner, and at curfew.

I know we're all real curious, half of ya probably never even been in a castle before, but it bears repeatin'-

[And he very suddenly drops his warm and thick accent, going for something that almost sounds proper and is, thus, weird as hell coming out of Joker's mouth.]

Don't break the rules or curfew.

[Aaaaaand then it's back again.]

If yer havin' any trouble with anythin' or have questions, I'm available right now. Yer free ta come find me, over in the library. Have a good night, everyone.

[And for the love of god, don't do something stupid. He knows that's a lot to ask for, but please.]

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[pipers_son]

Don't worry, I'm good at sleight of hand.

[But they've spent too much time like this, and he has a lot to chew on- that last part especially. So he pats her shoulder, squeezing it slightly, and starts to go.]

We'll talk later tonight, yeah?

[stillwinningthehardway]

[Scout swallows and squares her shoulders, lifting her chin. The situation with the servants is honestly upsetting to her and it shows, though she's got enough self-control to wall it up when she has to.]

Right. Too much to just talk about in a couple minutes in the hallway. Watch your back, Joker.