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]

Yes, neither am I...especially as she must have had to "keep up" without hands.

[dontpokethat]

She had ways of working around that.

[He literally cannot emphasize enough that this zebra was probably the most competent person here.]

Y'know. Related to the whole magic thing.

[scientificist]

Frankly that sounds...distracting. [He has a more important topic to focus on than a magic zebra anyway.] Is this position usually a, solitary role?

[dontpokethat]

We got used to it. [It got a lot easier to get used to a lot of things after spending enough time in the carnival.]

Theoretically, no... I think we have one other person assigned the medical now, actually. But the medical department is somewhat chronically understaffed.