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

[sunflowerfields]

You should be resting.

[You can almost hear the hands on her hips.]

[kingsroads]

Go back to bed. You're obviously still poisoned as you certainly aren't old enough to be my father.

[ starting off the post with dignity from all ends, it seems. ]

[dressedtothe]

[Really?]

Less than three.

[The best thing about that answer is that it could mean three years or three months and they are both correct.]

...It's good to hear you're back.

[NO SARCASM WHATSOEVER.]

[pullingamiko]

Sixteen! Are you sure you should be talkin' right now?

[The second part, of course, said no less cheerily than the first.]

[dontpokethat]

Probably somewhere in my thirties, that's all I've got for sure.

[And since he is in the medical tent right now, that is said into his radio while also looking directly and pointedly at Lambert. Go to bed.]

[atouts]

[ Lambert... ]

I have to agree with Mr. Strange.

[ Because stating the same 'go back to sleep' and 'you aren't that old' a second (or third or fourth time) isn't happening over here. ]

[chronosynthesis]

I am five years now. [It's so much easier to count when he doesn't have to try and measure the seasons, too. Five is plenty old enough to stick just to the years.

And he won't tell Lambert to go back to bed, because he's pretty sure he is and talking to a radio isn't particularly laborous anyway. It's probably better to entertain him this way versus letting him get bored enough to wander off.]

You've lost track of your age?

[brightspot]

Sixteen.

[She thinks, anyway. She doesn't know when her birthday is. Someone else told her what age she was, and she's assuming they got it from some official record.]

Is there a reason why you want to know? Or why it matters?

[This is not said sharply, but cautiously, as being underestimated for her age is like a regular occurrence for her. Also he may be a stranger but he also doesn't sound so good, so there may be a note of concern in there too.]

[puddingemote]

You really are a grandpa, Lam-san...

[He's not going to bother telling him to sleep since everyone else is.]

[wild_magic]

[It's probably a terrible idea, but the brothers went back to their trailer rather than stay in the medical tent. Susan's been in and out of sleep himself, but right now he's also awake and bored so he might as well answer.]

I'm thirteen now. Are you really that old?

[stillwinningthehardway]

Drink your water, Lambert.

[She's in and out of the med tent fairly often.]

I know I've already told you before, but that was a few months ago. Uh... hang on, how long are years here again?

[hippocarnival]

Are you bored...? [He's probably bored. Yuya definitely remembers being bored when he was stuck on bedrest.

Yuya sounds like he's seen better days himself, but in honesty it's a relief to here Lambert on the radio sounding, well... alive. And like himself. Like if he can ask a stupid question, he hasn't been so hurt by what happened that he won't recover.]

I'm fourteen.

[anti_nonsense]

Hmph. You sound like hell, gramps.

[So does Rita, actually. Her voice is weak and hoarse and cracks even as she tries to comment on his.]

... I'm fifteen, if anyone was wondering.

[tacosgay]

Abooouuut... carry the two...

... 225... ish? Things got a little fast and loose time-wise for a while there.

[soft_focus]

...I don't know, but...

....A lot of people said 7? [IT'S A MYSTERY.]

[periphrasing]

Wow. Organics find the weirdest things to swap stats on.

[You did know it was only a matter of time before one of those jerk immortal rock aliens came in and started being all smug up in this conversation, didn't you, Lambert?]

Is 60 old for a human? Witcher? Eh. Whatever you are? Gems kind of stop keeping track after the first few thousand.

[destiny_key]

[They're in the same room, Sora doesn't even need the radio to talk. But he's a few cots down and he doesn't feel like getting out of bed, so radio it is. Lambert can probably hear an echo.]

If it makes you feel better, you don't look sixty.

[motivenotfound]

[What, really?

Mari just responds with a really, really long raspberry.

Bad question. Boring.]

[wilt]

Oh, boy. That would take a lot of math. Resetting the game and all.

-- Let's just say I'm younger than I look? Or older, depending on your perspective.

[ This means nothing over the radio, does it... ]

[spaghettimonster]

I'm in my twenties! It's easier with me than Sans or Flowey. I don't count that timeloop stuff, because I don't remember it.

[It's only been a day, and he's still delighted to be able to say his brother's name again.]

[drrdrrdrr]

Like five thousand years... give or take a couple hundred, I dunno.

[dorkypantsuit]

Why does everyone care so much about age anyway?!

I'm considered an adult by troll standards, that is all that matters.

[mirrortide]

Stopped bothering to count after 6,000. Older than Peridot, Amethyst and... Jasper.

[And two of those three were losers made on earth.]

non-radio

[espigeon]

[Julien's hanging out elsewhere in the tent feeling like he shouldn't get to join in the fun, but he still overhears things and splutters with surprise hearing talk about Gon and Steven.]

They're the same age and that's fourteen? What the fuck.

[stompadour]

5,500. Is this important?