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Lambert ([personal profile] whattaprick) wrote in [community profile] limacharlie2017-11-12 01:14 am

B1, Day 2 [public channel]

[ 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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[personal profile] brightspot 2017-11-18 09:08 am (UTC)(link)
His soul...?

[Yeah, that bit doesn't make sense to her. However, the "it's complicated" totally does, considering that's sort of her answer to a lot of things that could be asked of her, so she refrains from asking too many questions about it.]

You mean like my job? Yeah! Repair, and thievery. [There's a definite happy quality to her voice when she answers that. Apparently, she has no problem with either of those things.]