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

[scientificist]

And I suppose it would be too difficult for you to explain those methods to her, I'm sure it's something else that just. Is.

[Herbert drawling, amused. This is a much funnier radio conversation than he was expecting.]

[kingsroads]

Do you really think any of them would listen in the first place? It'd be a waste of breath.

[periphrasing]

Hey! You know I'm willing to listen to you when you're not being a BIG JERK!

[scientificist]

[Herbert sounds like he's on the edge of laughter. It's bad.]

It doesn't sound like anyone is listening to anyone.