PUBLIC CHANNEL [D176, EVENING]

[spaghettimonster]

[It's evening, the Ringmaster reconnected one of the islands to the Carnival so never-kidnapped people can go back and forth, and the Prince still has a lot of captives inside that big stone fortress. Captives without cell phones or radios, so there's almost no way for information to get out. But even though the thick stone, things can happen over there that those outside notice pretty quickly. Especially given reason to think about the person in question.

The radio crackles on, then turns off. A full minute passes before he tries again.]

Does... Wait, I need to be mannerly first.

Hello, everyone! Does anybody know much about, well, sudden onset amnesia? Or, cures for it? I think... I'm getting worse.

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[spaghettimonster]

I, thank you... But, I'm more sorry to... my, my brother. [He keeps tripping over what to say, it's getting so frustrating.] And all the others, over there, and at risk! So, we need to brainstorm... something even the Ringmaster hasn't thought of, yet!

[stillwinningthehardway]

Yeah.

[Maybe it will help to start the first of that now.]

I still... I still think the idea I had is good. Not the roof part, the original, base one. Please don't say it, I don't think the radio is completely secure.

[spaghettimonster]

The... original idea?

[Papyrus hesitates a minute; besides "stand around keeping guard and announcing when people come over," the most memorable part of the plan was "run around the roof like gravity-defying jackasses." The parts he's involved in are just the most memorable.]

Uh... So, the problem is the radio... Let's meet up! And talk radio-free.

[stillwinningthehardway]

Even private channels are only private until someone stumbles on them, you know?

Great.

[She'll have to give him a one-armed side hug when she next sees him.]

[spaghettimonster]

It hardly takes hours to switch through them all. [His is the voice of experience.] A little longer if you're listening for sound, though...

[The next time she sees him... Like out watching a monster buffet?]

[stillwinningthehardway]

[Yep!]

And I have no idea if anyone can use one of our radios or they need a contract, either. I've just never trusted the security on these.

[spaghettimonster]

The next time we're out in a new world, the off-week before performances, where nobody's held captive or turning into statues... Let's find out! Lend a radio some random pedestrian and ask them to call.

[Are there even spares, if one goes missing? Probably.]

[stillwinningthehardway]

Well, uh... experimentation is good, sure. Didn't I hear somewhere radios are magic? If they could tell if whoever was holding them had a contract maybe that'd... be a thing?

[spaghettimonster]

[It would definitely be some kind of a thing, and thinking about this is a welcome distraction.]

The contracts... Hmmmmm. How could they tell we have the contracts, unless they can read it on us?

[stillwinningthehardway]

I'd... I don't know. They're the Ringmaster's magic, we've got the Ringmaster's magic, maybe they just do that?

[spaghettimonster]

Just like that...?

This magic is weird.