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. ]

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[whattaprick]

Whose fault was it anyway?

[periphrasing]

[God DAMMIT LAMBERT]

Okay I'm going to pull the plug on this conversation now because we are rushing full tilt into a very sensitive topic? For everyone involved here?

[PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE LET'S STOP PROVOKING LAPIS NOW??]

[whattaprick]

[ Lambert wants to keep seeing this trainwreck continue, but luckily his better half that actually doesn't like seeing Peridot in distress will take over while he's trying not to sound like he's smirking like a shit. ]

If you say so. But I hope she got to kick their ass!

[starseedling]

[Sorry guys Steven is also triggered now apparently. He's essentially doing the verbal equivalent of cry-typing.]

She didn't! They just turned everybody into helpless mutants and ran away! It was CRUEL!

[Sorry Lambert Steven is being emotional again.]

[periphrasing]

I JUST WANTED TO ANSWER LAMBERT'S AGE QUESTION!!!

[THIS WHOLE CONVERSATION HAS TURNED INTO A DISASTER]

[whattaprick]

[ Luckily for Steven and Peridot, Celandine's the one with her paw on the radio instead of Lambert, who's probably just rolled over and buried his face in a pillow. No dealing with this, thanks! However, she's also only a tiny polecat, so her ideas of comfort are limited. It's not like she can bite the problem away. Also, this explains a lot about Lapis. ]

Well... [ A pause. ] ...she's got both of you now, doesn't she?

[periphrasing]

[Peridot likes Celandine. Celandine is a reasonable polecat with a good head on her shoulders. She sounds relieved when she replies.]

Yeah. She does. She has both of us.

[whattaprick]

Then maybe the rest of it doesn't matter. [ There's a pause, as she pauses to yawn. ]

Please don't let Lapis kill Strange. He's Lambert's best friend, after all.

[periphrasing]

[In like the span of two minutes, this moment of tranquility has passed and everything has devolved back into TOTAL CHAOS. Said sincerely but at a TOTAL RUSH:]

Yup THANKS CELANDINE I'LL TRY MY BEST--

[She sounds like she's out of breath. From yelling? Or from running around after Lapis? Who can say.]