B1, Day 2 [public channel]

[whattaprick]

[ There are a lot of things people need to do right now: help the Prince's servants get resettled, get started on figuring out who can work on a cure for the petrification, deal with the trauma of dying in a hopefully healthy and non-self-destructive way, show the new people the ropes of what the Carnival has to work with.

Instead, in the morning of the second day since the Prince was defeated, anyone on the radio gets this: ]

So, I've been wondering.

[ The Nightrider's voice, for those who recognize it, has definitely been better. It's a low, hoarse rasp, and the pause at the end is not just for effect, but to actually catch his breath. ]

Just how old is everyone here, anyway? Here, I'll start. I'm ... pretty sure I'm almost sixty. [ A beat. ] ... Maybe.

[ Why did anyone let this man have his radio back again? ]

[ ooc; Lambert's flat on his back in the medical tent for this, feel free to bug him in person and threadjack each other at will. ]

Comments

[wilt]

I'm not a plant person! It'd be great to have limbs, to be honest!

[ Controlling the radio is a big hard, you see. ]

[whattaprick]

So you're ... an actual flower?

Someone must really hate you.

[wilt]

That's super correct, and on multiple accounts! I think one of them might be here!

[whattaprick]

Congratulations?

[ He's a sick man, Flowey, parsing things is hard. ]

[wilt]

Believe me, I worked really hard to earn what I got in the end.

[ Which wasn't even destruction. Just the saddest ending possible. ]

[whattaprick]

And now you're here.

[wilt]

Right? It's like my own personal justice was for nothing. Good job, heroes! [ he makes the sad 'womp-woooomp' nose ]

[whattaprick]

You're a weird one. [ It's said bluntly, with no apparent prejudice, bu there it is. ]

So what did you get, in the end?

[wilt]

Eternal abandonment with absolutely no feelings at all! Pretty justified!